Chapter 504: She is his

Murong Yifei said indifferently: "This king is not for you."
Liu Xinmei didn't lead him out of this ready-made relationship, and said coldly: "It's just a matter of raking the grass and hitting the rabbit. It's more for the prince."
Such bitter and harsh words are what she can say and dare to say. Murong Yifei just smiles irrevocably. It is not a good thing for a woman to be too clever. She wants to coax her to have to rack her brain. This woman, the cutest is the smart but willing to pretend to be confused, no man does not like such a little cunning woman who is occasionally silly. The second is that there is really no ambition, and getting along with such people will never be too tiring. The most annoying women everywhere are more skilled than men. The average man cannot control it.
"Liu Xinmei, you hurt Ben Wang, you need to compensate me." Murong Yifei didn't want to worry about her and changed the subject.
"How to compensate?" Liu Xinmei didn't understand, and the injury was hurt, just a few days to raise.
"For you to contribute." Murong Yifei smiled evilly.
"What?" Liu Xinmei asked silly.
"It's that you're up and I'm down, for you to please the king." As a result, Murong Yifei posed in a very coordinated manner.
Have n’t you seen fat pork before? Anyway, Liu Xinmei is also an adult. After a little touch, she realizes the meaning, and even a blush can bleed. She was overwhelmed and didn't say a word.
Seeing her so shy, Murong Yifei was even more energetic. He moved his body closer to her, and the burning breath made her even more embarrassed.
"This, is this not good? The bones were buried in the loess ridge last night, and the mandarin duck was lying under the tent tonight. Isn't the prince afraid of falling off?" In order to escape the disaster, she even moved out the dead.
"The princess was wrong. This king did not pursue her fault, and gave her a decent, already thinking about the past sentiments." Murong Yifei did not believe that Liu Xinmei would not know what happened.
Liu Xinmei couldn't refute it. If he pursued it seriously, there would be more involved. Do you think, the Ninth Clan or the Three Clan? Who does n’t have dozens of people? By doing so, one can preserve the faces of Murong Yifei and Wen Ruoruo. Second, it won't offend the Wen family because of Wen Ruoruo's death. Even after the writers learned the truth, I am afraid they would make such a choice.
"Your lord, you come here late at night, you are not afraid of being misunderstood, and you will be arrested as a flower thief. You will not be ashamed by then. If you are like Wen Bin, you are divided into corpses by chaos. "Liu Xinmei reminded him" with good intentions ".
"Huh, then they must have that skill too!" Murong Yifei said with great pride, even Xuan Kun, and not necessarily his opponent.
Liu Xinmei looked at the room. Alas, this ancient defense was really bad. If there is an anti-theft door or an anti-theft window, she is at least safer than now. How should she pass the beauty salon?
"Liu Xinmei, our sons are so old, why do you still resist this king?" Murong Yifei's tone was obviously impatient.
He didn't want to force her, but he found that the situation was getting more and more urgent. If he were to let her play tricks, he would be the one who was kicked out of the game. The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded. That gentleman should let others do it!
"What did you say?" Liu Xinmei sullenly went back.
"This King really neglected you, but at that time, you were afraid that you would even dislike yourself!" Murong Yifei had just admitted his mistake and felt that he could not get up and down.
Liu Xinmei turned sulkily, leaving him the back. She also knows that the original owner of this body is not so contentious, but just wants to hold her unbalanced.
Murong Yifei looked at the beautiful neck, the thin waist, and the graceful curve through the moonlight, which made his body swell again. He found that this woman became more and more fascinating to him. Whether he was physically or mentally, he was not willing to let go.
"Are we here again, okay?" He eased his arm and hooked her back again, forcing her slightly to force her to face him.
The man's handsome face almost caught her eyes so unexpectedly, Liu Xinmei dropped her eyes in a panic, and immediately felt that she had nowhere to escape.
She tried to break free of his imprisonment, but found that her body was soft and could not afford to do anything.
"Huh? Where is the fragrance from my house?" She looked up, looking for the source of the fragrance, but found nothing.
"Oh, it's your own fragrance, body fragrance." Murong Yifei said to her ear, biting her earlobe with a mischief.
Liu Xinmei didn't know where to put it, and there was a burst of heat in his body. She wanted to escape, and longed for his arms, craving his tenderness. Strangely, she clearly should have pushed him away, but these hands and feet are soft and can't help.
Murong Yifei grinned his lips, not to mention, the thing Xuan Kun got was really good. He admitted that it was a bit mean to do this, but it was always better than her heart running to others. Women are often the most faithful to their bodies.
There are still marks on her lips that have been bitten by her, but Murong Yifei can't care about the wound. In fact, how can this little pain compare with the joy she brought? He lowered his head and looked for her lips again, grabbing her fragrance.
"Woo," Liu Xinmei was obviously very resistant, how could this voice seem to be responding? She hadn't figured it out yet, Murong Yifei deepened the kiss until they were both breathless.
"Good boy, let's start again, and you will fall in love with me again." Murong Yifei lost the coldness of the past, and even his voice revealed full temptation.
"No, no ..." Liu Xinmei was still struggling to resist in vain, but at the next moment her hands embraced Murong Yifei's lean waist and stuck like an eight-clawed octopus.
Luo Zhang shook gently, his clothes scattered all over the place, the spring light of a room was beautiful, and it took a long time to hear two satisfied sighs.
Liu Xin's eyebrows fell asleep, frowning. Murong Yifei stretched out her big hand to smooth her little by little. Is this woman uneasy? This look is in my sleep. He held her tightly in his arms, as if treating a lost baby, and his heart slowly settled down. She belongs to him, and it can only be his. No one can rob him before.