Dixin was shocked by Jing Huan's strange speed. When he heard Jing Huan's description of him, his ears turned red without any effort.

Dixin turned his head and didn't look at Jing Huan, threw it to the back of her head, and said in a slight angrily, "Don't worry."

Jing Huan deliberately teased him: "Don't worry? Then I'll leave?"

Jing Huan turned around and wanted to leave.

Dixin's eyelashes trembled slightly, his body was one step ahead of his brain, and he reached out to hold Jing Huan's sleeve.

Jing Huan looked joking: "Hmm?"

Di Xin grunted for a long time before spitting out a few words, and she was even more pampering than Jing Huan: "You are not allowed to leave!"

Jing Huan laughed, scratched his soft palm with his fingertips, making the little husband breathe a little bit, Qingling's pleasant voice hidden danger: "Do you know what you mean by saying this?"

Perhaps the scene of Jing Huan and Li Rongxuan sitting together at the palace banquet stimulated Dixin. Dixin blinked and whispered under Jing Huan's silent gaze: "I am happy to you, I am happy to you at first sight... um..."

Dixin staggered a few steps, his upper body was directly pressed on the table by Jing Huan, and his waist pressed against the edge of the table.

Dixin had a little pain in his bump, and a muffled groan overflowed from his throat.

Jing Huan's fingertips slid frivolously across his slightly opened lips, condensed his clear peach blossom eyes, and murmured softly: "So beautiful."

Dixin's eyelashes trembled quickly, and when he reached his mouth, he was blocked by Jing Huan who was leaning down.

The teacup and teapot were hit on the ground, and the tea water spilled all over the floor.

The loud noise alarmed the servant guarding outside the door and quickly asked what was wrong.

Jing Huan licked his lips angrily and signaled him to send the servant away.

Dixin's head was dizzy, his breathing was messy, his face flushed, and it took him a long time to speak in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."

The servant was stunned for a moment, always feeling that the young master's voice was not right: "Yes."

The footsteps were gone, and Dixin was blocked by Jing Huan's breathing again.

Suck and lick.

Extremely lingering.

The two pieces were soft and went down, and they kissed the raised part on the little Langjun's neck.

Dixin's breathing stopped for a moment, then she gasped for a few quick breaths, and the Adam's apple rolled a few times quickly.

A low whimper came from deep in his throat.

Looking at the red corners of the eyes, it looked like a little prey that was pressed under the claws by a beast.

Poor and cute.

Jing Huan was deeply pleased, and he bit him again, then let go of Dixin.

Dixin collapsed on the table, all his strength was pulled away, and his eyes were filled with water, as if he was being bullied.

Jing Huan laughed softly, with a slightly silence in the ending: "So cute."

He was first so cute, but now he said he was cute.

Di Xin glared at Jing Huan angrily, and his clear and slight silence was soft and soft: "You are not allowed to say it!"

Jing Huan couldn't help but kissed him again, leaning against his neck and smiling softly.

The shaking tassels on the strolling hang down on Dixin's neck, at the same frequency as Jing Huan's breathing, which was a little cool and evoked a slight itch.

Dixin felt that the rich Canaan fragrance was about to faint, but he still slowly stretched his arms and carefully hugged Jing Huan's waist.

Dixing counted silently for three seconds in his heart, feeling nervous.

Jing Huan did not push him away.

A glimmer of joy flashed in Dixing's eyes.

Jing Huan looked at Di Xin's exquisite side face and said lazily, with a soothing meaning: "I have nothing to do with the dog emperor, relax, huh?"

The winding tail sound slightly raised, just hitting the point in Dixing's heart.

Dixin's eyes flashed slightly and he responded softly.
Chapter completed!