My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Ling Xiaodong swallowed his saliva, and said dryly, "I see clearly."

After receiving Ling Xiaodong's affirmative answer, Ye Yiyun put one hand across her chest and covered her lower abdomen with one hand.

With her drooping head, a large patch of pink appeared on her fair skin, and she shyly said:

"Remember it, then forget it."

On this last night, she wanted to show Ling Xiaodong everything about herself without reservation, hoping that he could remember her most beautiful appearance.

From then on, no one could appreciate his own body until he turned into a handful of loess.

She had already made up her mind that she would never find a Taoist companion again in this life, and would just be a self-grooming girl and grow old alone.

Thinking of this, she laughed at herself again.

It is said that it is the last indulgence, why can't I let go?

Ye Yiyun generously put down the arm that was blocking her body, as if she was wearing clothes, and did not avoid Ling Xiaodong's naked and fiery gaze, but showed her body more confidently.

She walked gracefully in front of Ling Xiaodong, "I'll help you undress."

Ling Xiaodong opened his arms obediently, but his eyes were still fixed on Aunt Yun's perfect and holy body, and he refused to move away.

Ye Yiyun knelt in front of him and took off his last pair of shorts.

She didn't evade this time either.

Ye Yiyun kept looking up and down Ling Xiaodong's body carefully, wanting to keep everything that happened tonight deeply in her mind, as a good memory for the rest of her life, to be able to spend the lonely night alone in her empty boudoir, Take it out to savor carefully and remember.

On the contrary, Ling Xiaodong felt a little uncomfortable being seen by her, "Yun'er, shall we start now?"

Ye Yiyun took Ling Xiaodong's hand and sat back on the bed, clamped one of his arms to her chest, and leaned her head on Ling Xiaodong's shoulder.

“You can do whatever you want today.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Listening to Aunt Yun's blood-swelling permission, Ling Xiaodong's breathing gradually became heavier.

The clamped hand gently rested on Aunt Yun's soft and warm thigh, gradually touching the inside.

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Ye Yiyun's face was flushed, her chest was rising and falling, her mouth was slightly open, and she curled up softly in Ling Xiaodong's embrace.

Ling Xiaodong gently stroked her smooth jade back, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and brushed away the hair stuck to her sweaty forehead with one hand.

"how do you feel?"

Ye Yiyun calmed down her rapid breathing, then raised her pink fist and hit him hard on the chest.

"It hurts me to death! What do you mean it doesn't hurt?"

Ling Xiaodong smiled awkwardly, "This...maybe it's because of the first time? It won't hurt in the future."

Will it hurt?

Not really, remember how Li Pengjiao enjoyed it the first time?

"Next time? There's no next time!"

Ye Yiyun's willow eyebrows were erected because of being deceived by Ling Xiaodong, her dimple was flushed, and there were still bursts of slight pain in her lower body, as if she had returned to the night she slept in the inn.

"Don't be angry, Yun'er, let's continue, it's still early."

Ling Xiaodong arched Aunt Gong Yunxiang's sweaty neck, and sucked it lightly twice, leaving a few conspicuous red marks.

"Oh! I told you not to kiss the neck! Tomorrow I will wear a high-necked dress again!"

Ling Xiaodong ignored Aunt Yun's constant complaints, and straightened her body with his backhand.

"Let's change the game."

Hearing the new way of playing, Ye Yiyun shrank her shoulders in fright, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly in fear.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Seeing Ling Xiaodong smiling without saying a word, she only had endless regrets in her heart at this moment.

Just now, I shouldn't have said that he can play however he wants, isn't that torturing himself in different ways?

Night is still long.

Chapter 129 The Last Madness

? "What 81 times?"

Seeing Ye Yiyun's serious expression, Ling Xiaodong was confused.

What will Aunt Yun say?

Ye Yiyun opened her beautiful apricot eyes and glared at him fiercely, feeling ashamed and unspeakable.

What 81 times?

Do you want me to say something so embarrassing?

But looking at the confused look on Monk Ling Xiaodong's head, it seemed that he had indeed forgotten this matter.

Ye Yiyun had no choice but to turn her head away, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she hesitated and said, "Didn't you say that? It's just... that's what happened..."

"Ah? What's the matter?"

Seeing Aunt Yun being so secretive, Ling Xiaodong became even more puzzled.

Ye Yiyun angrily kicked the ground with her little feet wearing embroidered cloth shoes, closed her eyes and moved her heart, and said angrily:

"That's... that is to combine with your yin and yang ninety-nine and 81 times, and it can completely cure the root cause of my illness in Pengcheng!"

Suppressing the embarrassment in her heart and trying her best to say this sentence in one breath, Ye Yiyun sat back in her seat and turned her back to Ling Xiaodong.

Her slender hands gently caressed her constantly rising and falling majestic chest, and her crystal earlobes were also stained a little pink.

Ling Xiaodong was taken aback for a moment, then remembered what happened.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed, "Oh oh oh, that's what happened!"

In fact, I was just a rough estimate at the time. Who knows how many times it will take?

The so-called 81 times were just his nonsense at the time, and he had completely forgotten about it a long time ago. In fact, Aunt Yun probably has already recovered by now.

But looking at Aunt Yun's serious look, there was no way he could tell her this matter now.

"Why are you still laughing!"

Ye Yiyun lowered her head, placed her hands on her legs and tangled them together in front of her. Strands of black hair fell from her temples. She looked extremely disappointed from the back.

Ling Xiaodong put away his smile, leaned down, hugged Aunt Yun's neck from behind, and pressed his face closely to Aunt Yun's dimple.

"So fast, already 81 times? So what?"

Hearing Ling Xiaodong's indifferent voice, Ye Yiyun was inexplicably impatient, and she asked back:

"so what?"

Naturally, Ling Xiaodong knew what Aunt Yun was thinking at this time, he took a delicate softie that Ye Yiyun put on his lap, and gently kneaded it in his hand.

Creamy and soft in the hand, it is hard to put it down.

Her nostrils were slightly open, and she sniffed Aunt Yun's fragrance after bathing intoxicatedly.

"Yun'er, I know what you think about me, and you also know what I think about you."

"Nothing!"

Ye Yiyun flatly denied Ling Xiaodong's words, "I am your uncle and you are my nephew. We have such an... abnormal relationship just for medical treatment!"

Ling Xiaodong sighed in his heart, why are both of them like this?

The master is like this, and so is Aunt Yun. They are all constrained by the so-called secular moral ethics.

But in a flash he thought of the petite and lovely Chen Lu, the scene where she sweetly told him that she would give birth to her brother. How could he not be bound by these established rules?

Since we live in the world, we will inevitably be influenced by others and care about other people's and worldly opinions.

I am afraid that only a supernatural being can be independent from disturbing the world of mortals.

Among all the people Ling Xiaodong knew, only Li Pengjiao could barely achieve such a strange person. He indulged in sex and sang wantonly. For a time, Ling Xiaodong developed a strong respect and yearning for Li Pengjiao.

"I do not believe!"

Ling Xiaodong stretched out his hand through the thin inner garment and dug his fingers into the huge softness of Aunt Yun's left breast.

"Let me touch Yun'er's conscience and see if what he said is true!"

Thick, soft and full of elasticity, the inner garment and apron can't affect the prominent hand feeling of the palm at all.

"I didn't joke with you!"

Ye Yiyun slapped his thieving hand away, and the heat on her chest made her heart beat. If he continued to touch her, she might directly reveal her sincerity.

"Yun'er, you and I are both cultivators. Whether it's true or not, you deceived me. When you ask your heart, can you still deceive yourself?"

"Stop talking!"

Ye Yiyun turned around and covered Ling Xiaodong's mouth, her eyes were full of pleading, she said in a trembling voice:

"Xiaodong, I beg you, please stop talking..."

Ling Xiaodong looked at Ye Yiyun with tenderness in his gaze, he nodded, and took away the tender little hand that was covering his mouth.

"Then what does Yun'er want to do?"

Ye Yiyun remained silent for a long time, her slender cherry lips murmured slightly, and finally made up her mind.

She looked directly into Ling Xiaodong's eyes seriously, full of determination and perseverance.

"Just like I told you before, this is the last night. I want to see you and Xiaoyan get married, get the happiness you deserve, and do what you should do!"

Ye Yiyun's speech was almost masochistic, which made Ling Xiaodong a little angry. He said angrily:

"What about you? What about your happiness? Doesn't that matter?"

Ye Yiyun's eyes dimmed instantly, and she lowered her eyes. Under Ling Xiaodong's questioning, she lost the courage to look directly into her heart.

"My happiness? How can I talk about happiness when I steal my own daughter's man's body without caring about human ethics?"

"you are not!"

"I'm!"

"All of this is just to treat your illness, it is a last resort!"

Ye Yiyun shook her head lightly, and did not refute Ling Xiaodong's words.

As a last resort?

As Ling Xiaodong said before, it is easy to deceive others but difficult to deceive yourself.

Today, can I really say with a clear conscience that all these are forced?

In fact, starting from Pengcheng, I gradually started to become greedy.

Covetous for his sweet words, coveted for his warm and reliable embrace, coveted for his deep affection for her.

I am also longing for it.

Longing for his firm and powerful arms to hold you in his arms, longing for his lips and tongue to wantonly ask for it in your own mouth, longing for his fiery big hands to pass across your naked skin.

I want his doting eyes, my deep voice, and I want to be filled and pierced by him.

want to!want to!Really want!

Want everything from him!Want everything from him!Covet everything about him!

How wonderful it would be if he were not his nephew or his son-in-law!

But there is no if in reality!

He is his nephew, his son-in-law, a boy who is ten years younger than him!

So...Ye Yiyun...can't make such mistakes anymore...

Just tonight, it will all end!

She stood up suddenly and hugged the surprised Ling Xiaodong.