An Xuetang's courage at this moment was really like a leopard's courage. She blinked her big seductive eyes, "So what? What does A Jing want to do?"

What do you want to do?

Mo Yunjing raised his lips and smiled at her, his deep eyes staring at her big eyes, and he was not in a hurry to speak.

Immediately afterwards, his hands slowly moved from her chin to her small lips, matte slowly.

In fact, it is the most uncomfortable thing if it is like this. An Xuetang's heartbeat is getting more and more uncontrollable. When he caresses her like this, her body gradually becomes stiff.

After a moment, she wanted to beg for mercy, but she really couldn't stand him like this.

But before she could say anything, Mo Yunjing's nose had already pressed against her delicate nose. The two of them breathed deeply, and An Xuetang's heart became tighter. She blinked and her thin lips moved slightly. Just as she was about to say something, Mo Yunjing's right thumb gently pressed on her lips, as if she would not let her say it.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly moved, and his lips slowly fell on her forehead, the bridge of her nose, the cheeks on both sides, and the tip of her nose, and finally, on her red lips.

At first, I just touched it gently, but after I encountered it, I felt out of control and immediately continued to hold it hard.

The two of them felt the same at that moment, just like the Jiuhan Fenglin. After all, they had not experienced such touch and such throbbing for more than a month.

Especially Mo Yunjing, when he re-experiencing this warm and familiar touch, his fatigue from not closing his eyes for several days and nights disappeared without a trace, leaving only full body and mind satisfaction.

An Xuetang smelled his breath that made people feel safe and felt his deepening movements on his lips little by little. Her body instantly became soft, and she pressed the center of gravity of her body against his shoulders, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Yunjing had put his hands on her waist at some point and held them hard, for fear that she would be tired of him.

The two auras invaded each other, Mo Yunjing's body was slightly tense, and the heat coming from his lips seemed to be clamoring, making him wish he could cast the woman in front of him into the depths of his soul.

His kiss became more and more domineering and deeper. An Xuetang felt that he could not resist it at all and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

When she thought of the past days, the man she was thinking about was right in front of her eyes day and night. She could finally touch him again, instead of the person who could only look at him in her dreams and disappear as soon as she touched him. Before she knew it, tears slowly overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Now she knows that she can't cry, she can't cry, and she can't let him see it, otherwise he will worry. If he makes him worry, he will not be able to focus on the battlefield.

But the reason is this, but she just can't control herself, and the tears in the corners of her eyes still cannot control her and slowly shed.

But unexpectedly, after the two tasted the salty and sweet tears, his kiss became deeper and deeper.

An Xuetang felt more and more moved, and raised his hands and hooked his neck, making it even more difficult for the two of them to part with each other.

...

At this time, Ning'er outside the house took advantage of the gap between Shou'er's face in the kitchen, and her expression, which had never fluctuated, had a slight fluctuation.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out a letter from her cuff. The three words "Zhi Ning'er" on the envelope were like hot water, pouring into her heart without any warning, making her feel a little at a loss.

Just based on these three words on the letter, she could recognize that this was Yun Liu's handwriting. This letter was thrown to her by the King of Northern Xinjiang before he took the princess back to her room.

What made her so restless was not that someone like the King of Northern Xinjiang was willing to help Yun Liu bring her a letter, but that she realized that she could recognize his handwriting just by these three words.

To be honest, if she showed her the three words written by the princess, she was really not sure that she could recognize them so easily, but Pansheng was the word Yun Liu. It was obviously not special, but she just recognized them.

Only when she realized this would she get confused in an instant. When... she actually saw Yun Liu more important than the princess.

She couldn't do this. From the moment she personally promised to the Gu master that she was willing to join Xuntang Valley, it meant that she could only put the princess first in her life.

So in her life, there should not be any accidents, nor should there be someone who can make her look at more than a princess.

Yun Liu's face appeared in his mind, and the oath that the valley master asked them to make after they agreed to officially join Xuntang Valley.

Simply put, the vow is to cut off love in this life, and to only follow the princess for the rest of her life, especially not to fall in love with the man the princess knows.

Yun Liu is a confidant of the King of Northern Xinjiang, and naturally belongs to the man the princess knows.

So, not only did she make a mistake, but she also made a big mistake.

If the valley master knew, she would have to apologize for death.

She was not afraid of death, but once she died, the princess had less people to protect. There were only four people, but now Fu'er has been betrayed. If she did something like this again, how could they be worthy of the favor of the Valley Master over the years?

Thinking of this, a pain flashed in Ning'er's eyes, her hands tightened, and she didn't even have the courage to open it, and she immediately wanted to tear it apart.
Chapter completed!