Yanzhi woke up and felt aching all over her body. She was really deceived by Ye Rong. She underestimated his spirit. At first, she was gentle, but later she became more and more excessive. She insisted on calling her master at this time.

Yanzhi was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to see him. He became more and more excited, and she couldn't stand the grinding.

Yanzhi carefully reached out and pressed her waist in the quilt, held her hand slowly moved down, and gently rubbed her.

Yanzhi looked up and met his eyes. He seemed to have not been sleeping all night and kept looking at her. The blood in his eyes had faded and returned to his gentle appearance, but the pattern of falling immortals on his forehead remained unchanged.

Yanzhi lowered her eyes slightly and hugged in his arms without moving. The force on her waist was moderate, and a faint heat was gathering, and the soreness was slowly relieved.

After a long silence, Yanzhi felt much more comfortable, so she held his hand and cleared her throat, "It's much better..."

Unfortunately, I was obviously tossing hard, and I cleared my throat. The silence in the voice was still there. Don’t make people feel pity for you if you listen.

Ye Rong reached out and wrapped her in her arms, saying with a little distress: "I'm hoarse, do you want to drink water?"

Yanzhi couldn't listen anymore, so there was no such thing as Zhuge Liang afterwards. When he first begged him, Quan didn't hear it, but now he came to pretend to be a good person.

She was so tired that she didn't want to move or pay attention to him.

Ye Rong reached out and asked her to gently hold her face, "Why does the Master ignore others?"

Yanzhi's whole body was unconsciously red, and she reached out and pushed him gently and said angrily: "Don't call me that."

Ye Rong reached out and held her hand and played with her gently in her palm. Looking at her, it was quite meaningful, "The Master has taught his disciples with his own eyes. If he doesn't respect him, wouldn't it be contrary to the way of respecting his teachers?"

Yanzhi was so hard that he couldn't raise her head. She couldn't answer the words or put her hands back. She could only whisper in tears, "Don't bully me like this, okay..."

Little did she know that she looked so pitiful and even more bullied. Before she could finish her words, she was sealed by her kiss, and her hands were pressed and moved. Yanzhi felt that his breathing was so hot that it was unbearable.

After a long time, he stopped, his lips were polished for a long time before he said lowly: "It's so too much that Master has hooked his disciples onto the bed, but now he says he's bullying you."

Yanzhi felt her heartbeat so fast that she even had difficulty breathing, and she said with difficulty: "I... didn't hook you..."

"The Master remembers everything, but he doesn't tell me as a disciple, and he's so slutty with me. He still says he doesn't have the intention to seduce me. I'm afraid I've thought about me for a long time, but I can't say it, so I'll try to hook me up, and then I'll give me half-support..." Ye Rong said in a slight manner, calling Master, but he didn't respect him at all. He just pulled the tone and teased him deliberately: "The Master is really calculating..."

"It's not what you think..." Yanzhi felt that he was forced to explain step by step, and he was determined to explain but had no way to start, so he couldn't help but sweat.

Ye Rong suddenly turned over and pressed up, smiling and said, "It's too much for Master. You have to argue with your disciples for obvious matters."

Such intimacy made Yanzhi feel flustered and dared not look at him. Both of them were lying together. Everything she said was too pale, and in a daze, she felt that what he said made some sense.

I remembered that speaking in the past was so hurtful. The more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty, I followed Ye Rong. He would do whatever he wanted. He didn't dare to say anything, but he didn't want to retreat like this and be able to lift his body in front of him. Isn't it just pinched him?

Ye Rong obviously didn't plan to let her go easily. If the water next door had not flooded into this room and she would have taken the opportunity to cry, she would probably not have been able to get out of it so easily.

In fact, even Ye Rong agreed to her, she didn't get off his bed so easily. Her hands were trembling, which made Ye Rong chew it again, and then she slowly put on his clothes for him.

Yanzhi got off the bed and almost threw her legs down on the edge of the bed. The water became more and more full and he didn't dare to delay it, so he hurried to the next room.

Isn’t Xiaolong crying when he entered the house?

He was crying pitifully in the bed, and the whole room was wet, and water was still coming out continuously.

As soon as Yanzhi stepped in, the water filled his ankles. Xiaolong heard the movement and looked up. When he saw that it was Yanzhi, he became more and more aggrieved, and buried his head in the quilt and started to sob.

Yanzhi hurriedly walked up and saw that she was really sad. The whole bed was soaked, leaving only two tender little dragon horns for her to see.

Yanzhi hurriedly took him out of the quilt and hugged him in his arms to coax him, but saw Ye Rong standing outside the house with a look of unpredictable look at the little dragon in his hand. He seemed to have forgotten that this was the Long Sun he "hugged" from the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

Yanzhi was a little stiff, and the little dragon in her arms also stiffened. She didn't dare to cry anymore, and her little body began to tremble again.

When Yanzhi saw Ye Rong walking into the house, she didn't dare to mention Yan Zong and Gu Mengli, and said, "I'm afraid I miss his grandfather..."

"What are you doing with such a spoiled look? Just throw him into the mountain and let him go for stocking." Ye Rong stepped forward a few times.

Bu, without saying a word, he picked up Xiaolong's neck.

The little dragon was frightened and hurriedly grabbed Yange's sleeve with his claws. The watery little dragon's eyes looked at her in horror, and the whole dragon shook into a phantom.

Ye Rong pulled Xiaolong and walked out.

Yanzhi stomped her feet in a hurry, and hurriedly followed her, not daring to say more, looking at the little dragon in his hand.

Ye Rong left the house, not even the yard, and stood in the fence and raised his hand to throw Xiaolong out.

Yanzhi stepped forward and hugged his hand, whispered: "He is still young, so it is normal for him to cry if he misses home. He won't cry like this in the future..."

Ye Rong heard that there was a ghost when he entered. The other one picked up the little dragon and threw it far away with a "whirlwind", fell into the flowers and rolled a few times, and then there was no movement.

Yanzhi hurriedly held the fence and stuck his head out to see it. He didn't see any movement for a long time. She was afraid that she would be stunned. She turned to Ye Rong and said annoyedly: "If you don't like him, why bother to snatch him and send him back to Donghai. Donghai is looking forward to this little dragon grandson."

"Send it back..." Ye Rong's words became more and more sarcastic. "Since the people in the East China Sea don't know what to say or what not to say, they should have a lesson. To ask them a dragon boy, they have given them a huge advantage."

Ye Rong's expression was cold, and the blood in his eyes flashed slightly. He was slightly stunned and quickly turned around and walked back to the house to avoid Yanzhi.

Yanzhi thought he was still angry and did not dare to chase him and say more. With his current temperament, he really couldn't say what he would do if he was angry.
Chapter completed!