Baili Fengjian was eager to pull off the cloth strips that were covering his eyes from the darkness, and his palms were inevitably pressed against the woman's soft breasts. The girl's body was always extremely sensitive. She giggled in the slight itch of her skin, and the warm breath of alcohol was gushing down on his ears, as if countless little bugs were biting their earlobes, and a burst of fire was raised.

The sound was soft and lingering, and it drew a gentle arc in my heart. Baili Fengjian heard it familiar and was stunned: "Red clothes?" Then he said aloof: "Are you dead?"

She just smiled continuously, and her cold fingers grabbed his wrist. While tying her untied belt to his wrist, she was drunk and provocative, saying with her usual habit: "If the red-clothed person dies...what should your disciple do?"

He held her wrist back, pinched her hard and turned over and pressed her under her body, suddenly turning up and down.

"Tell her if you don't know anything." A ferocity flashed in Baili Fengjian's dark eyes. He hated Hongyi always raised Ache in that vivid and enchanting tone, but it stopped abruptly. Their similar accents, the lingering bed at this moment made him feel that the girl was flawless and pure white.

He pulled his hands and tried to pull off the cloth strip, but found that at some point she had successfully bound his hands with her belt. He tried his best to break free, but he couldn't do it. When he lowered his head and fiddled with it, her hands had hooked his neck like a vine, and her fingertips drifted away to his shoulders inch by inch. There were a few knife marks she was familiar with, and a seal trace that was so faint that she could hardly feel.

In an instant, Jingche felt sober and dazed. She once felt like she was electrocuted when she even touched his exposed shoulders. What was she doing now? But she couldn't get out, so she could only take advantage of the drunkenness and before death approached, using someone else's identity to be arrogant. She was entangled with a little drunkenness and a little clearness, her body was floating like a dream, and the hot skin that was close to him felt heavy.

The palm of his palm was pressed down against his back, took off his wide robe and wandered around his waist. Baili Feng groaned, the fire was really big, but her hand was no longer down, because his hot swelled, hard against her lower abdomen.

She chuckled and sarcastically said: "Master's taste...no wonder she misses so much."

He was aroused by this contemptuous tone and leaned over with a kiss to cover his lips.

The kiss was heavy and heavy, and the tip of her tongue pried open her lips and teeth and drove straight into her. Her mouth was filled with the smell of wine, and there was a slight bloodiness that was undetectable, and it crashed into his nose. It was pitch black in front of her as if the world was unknown, but under her was a strange body full of warmth and softness, which made him suddenly feel a stimulating feeling of covering his ears and stealing the bell.

Knowing that it was poisonous, he kissed him deeper and more domineering. His powerful legs were slinging her waist, and his strength was unnatural, as if he was entangled, and he wanted to crush someone to relieve his hatred, but he also wanted to love people everywhere.

It was not until he was about to suffocate that his lips left slightly, and his chest was undulating and heavy. Then, he became more and more violent. Even though his hands were bound and unable to move, his eyes were covered with his eyes and could not see clearly, he accurately used his teeth to push away her clothes, holding the plump and erect pink stamens on her chest, and gnawing without any mercy. The newly grown stubble was rough, rubbing against the delicate skin on her pepper breasts.

Jing Che's body had never been in bed for sex. His skillful teasing made her sensitive like trembling autumn leaves, her naked skin was covered with hairs standing on her private. Several sounds she whispered from her throat: "Um... it hurts..."

The syllables that came into his ears were soft, like a pool of soft water. He was stunned. The darkness that lies in front of him was a hell that he could not get out of no matter what. Only this too similar voice was close at hand, as if it was a different world. It made him think in a moment that it was the girl who was coquettish and blurted out: "A Che..."

The movements of the two people stopped at the same time in silence.

Jing Che heard her rapid and awkward panting. She raised her head and half-favored her drunken eyes, laughed silently, her naked and cool neck pressed against his hot side face, her soft breasts pressed against his face, and her warm intersected, her tone was teasing and arrogant, and her tail sound was soft and long: "Whose name did you call... Haha... I heard it right?"

"So you can't resist me... because you think I look very similar to her... right?"

He held up and tried to see through the woman with his usual condescending slant, but the darkness in front of him was still invisible and could not see anything. He was inexplicably impatient to tear the person apart, but the woman continued to tease him without knowing what was going on.

"It seems like... when you can't see anything now," her hand drooped on the cloth strip on his eyes, and it was cold. She bit his earlobe randomly, and gently licked the small sensitive and cold place with the tip of her tongue. Under the influence of the strong wine, her breath was slightly heavy and her words were unclear. "You may even think that the person you are sleeping with is her, your apprentice..."

"Are you ridiculous..." She sneered, and every word was accurately but vaguely sent into his ears, "Do you admit that... you have loved her too. Even if only for a moment, you did not regard her as a girl, but a woman who could stand side by side with you."

"No." His tone was clear and firm, and hesitated without hesitation.

The overwhelming cold pressed her drowsy thoughts: "Are you still in your imagination that these eight years have made her a shameless and slutty person like Hongyi?"

He was silent, questioning why the anxious questioning and sadness in her tone was, was she drunk and spoke without choosing, or was she revealing her sincerity after drinking. He did not dare to confirm that fact, and Jingche thought that his silence was the default.

A drop of liquid fell on his ears in the darkness, wetting a small piece of pillow. After the rustling sound of the robe, she pulled away. The cloth strip in her hand pulled according to her movements, and the knot tied his hand loosened. His hands were finally unrestrained, but forgot to pull off the cloth strip on his eyes as soon as possible, but hugged her tightly from behind, and her arms wrapped around her thin shoulders, and her voice was trembling with low pressure: "Who are you?"

The smell of alcohol in her body was so sensational, and the person was obviously awake. She slowly pulled away his hand, and her knuckles seemed to be trembling.

This time he didn't stop him, as if he was stunned. He no longer needed to take off the cloth strip, and the rotation of his spiritual power allowed him to see everything in front of him even with the cloth strip.

The first time he saw the red clothes without a mask, she staggered out of bed, her steps were unsteady. She accidentally kicked the gourd on the ground, and Gulu Gulu kept moving forward and rolled down the window. They saw at the same time that a few golden lights were shining from the world, like a kind of shining, but the distant warmth could not touch people's hearts in the end.

The slightly white light outside the window curled the curve of her body. She turned around, squinted her eyes and looked confused, and her mouth was filled with white breath: "By you, she finally became that kind of person."

"A Che——"
Chapter completed!