A few days ago, she felt that the master and Mr. Qin were a little wrong. Mr. Qin's expression was too terrible, and then the master also refused to mention Mr. Qin with a frosty face.

Did they have something? He wanted to bless Feng Xingying, but he also had a hint of indescribable luxury.

Now that the master is like this, isn’t he going to give up Mr. Qin and summon him, the Holy Guard, to sleep?

It doesn't matter, he doesn't mind. As long as the master wants, he is willing to be her holy guard at any time. The mission of the holy guard is to satisfy the saint, and he cannot ask for anything.

He dreamed of this day, and this day when he could fulfill his obligations.

"If you don't want to say it, I won't ask. If you don't want to push me away, I won't force you." Ye Jingning spoke nervously.

But the woman in her arms not only did not push him away, but her hands hugged him tighter, and her little face was buried shyly on his shoulders.

Such a hint is a fatal temptation for a man, especially for that person, which is the fatal love he has thought about for thousands of years.

Ye Jingning was not completely awake at this time. His previous drunkenness made him a little confused, and even felt that it was a dream.

Is it a dream? Is it an illusion? That's right, and only in the dream can the master treat him like this.

But even if it is a dream, he is grateful for this seductive dream, allowing him to fulfill his wish that he dare not have in reality.

He turned her face over and looked quietly in the moonlight. The tenderness in her eyes was filled with happiness and satisfaction. She didn't speak, but her expression said everything.

He just held her face and opened his eyes and approached her little by little.

He wanted to look at her expression, and he could not let the woman he loved most feel wronged. As long as she had no desire or hesitation, he would stop immediately.

But she actually closed her eyes, opened her soft red lips gently, and quietly waiting for the arrival of happiness.

The scene he didn't even dare to imagine in his dream turned out to be real.

He didn't want to think about why, he just wanted to accept the luck of fate.

He gently brushed her lips, bit by bit, slowly and carefully, as if he was afraid of destroying her.

Her body trembled slightly, but she quietly let him pick it up.

From gentle as water to fierce as fire.

His kiss, with desperate madness, drew her deeply into it.

Until both of them were panting, An Liandie sticks out her swollen lips and looks at him with intoxicated eyes, her cheeks are hot but sweet.

Her eyes of encouragement and desire are the magical artifacts for tempting crimes.

Ye Jingning couldn't see An Liandian, he only saw Fengxingying, the Fengxingying that he could have.

Things he thought he would never get in his life suddenly came to his door.

Ye Jingning could no longer control his Gu Daiwang, so he reached out to pick An Liandian up and picked him up, and strode back to the bedroom.

He always paid attention to the emotions of the person in his arms. As long as she didn't want to, he would stop no matter how hard he worked. But if she wanted him, no matter what the reason was, he would move forward without hesitation, because all he saw was Feng Xingying.

An Liandie always hugged Ye Jingning's neck, with gentle and firm eyes.

She knew that this was wrong, but this was also her obsession and last hope, and it was also the only way she could think of to comfort Ye Jingning. She couldn't continue to watch him become decadent and decayed.

She will not regret giving herself to him. Even if she is just a moth to the fire, even if she is using another person's identity.
Chapter completed!