There are other things that have been blocking Xia Ziluo's heart.

Murong Xitian looked at her twisted face, and was also calm and thought about something.

The two of them had nothing to say for a moment. The boat rowed across the water and rippled circles of ripples. Soon, the ripples in the distance dispersed, and the nearby rippled circles and rippled layer by layer.

Soon, the boat arrived at the center of the lake, deep in the lotus bushes.

Murong Xitian put down the wooden pulp, walked over and lay on the boat next to Xia Ziluo, looking at the blue sky from the boundless green.

In this narrow space on the boat, he and Xia Ziluo were so close that as soon as he lay down, he smelled the faint fragrance emitted by her body, which was more fragrant than lotus flowers and more elegant than peonies.

Her fragrance came from the nose from time to time, and Murong Xitian couldn't help feeling relaxed and happy: "How about it, do you still like it?"

"Yes." Xia Ziluo's eyelids drooped slightly.

"As long as the season is right, I will spend more time with you to raft in the lake. By the way, I will order people to transform the sea of ​​flowers. When the flowers bloom again in the next year, I will take you to stay at the small house." Murong Xitian looked at her and saw a charming blush on her cheeks, and his heart was surging.

He looked at her bright red cheeks and her honey-like cherry lips. The kiss that had not yet been satisfied with last night suddenly appeared deep in his mind.

Murong Xitian only felt that the blood in his body was completely boiling.

"Luoer..." He suddenly turned around and hugged her into his arms, and his lips wildly occupied her.

"Yeah—" Xia Ziluo was shocked by Murong Xitian's sudden passion.

When her eyes returned to clear light, Murong Xitian's tongue was tightly entangled with him, the passion continued to escalate, the passion became more and more intense, and it was almost out of control.

The boat shook slightly due to the passion of the two people, making waves of water.

"Murong, don't do this..." Xia Ziluo suddenly woke up and shyly pushed Murong Xitian away.

"Luoer..." Murong Xitian left her tender red lips, with doubts in his eyes.

Could it be that deep in her heart, she was still resisting him?

"I..." Xia Ziluo was uncomfortable with his hot eyes. She wanted to retreat but found that she was in a light boat. The space was so small that Murong Xitian was covered with hot body, and behind was the edge of the boat.

There is no way out.

Xia Ziluo lowered his head and found that the current situation was very similar to the situation she and Murong Xitian were facing. He either moved forward boldly or retreated timidly.

"Murong Xitian, I have a question to ask you? That... you must tell the truth." Xia Ziluo suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight into Murong Xitian's eyes as if he had made great courage.

What exactly is the problem? She made her expression so cautious? Could it be a matter of separation?

Murong Xitian was unsure of his mind for a moment. Should he agree?

Seeing that Murong Xitian did not answer her, Xia Ziluo suddenly felt panicked and clenched his hands tightly: "If you answer me honestly, then... I will also answer one of your questions. It is the one you asked before."

The one I asked about? The truth she almost told last night.

Murong Xitian couldn't help but start to become nervous, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back: "Okay. What's the problem?"

Did he agree?

Xia Ziluo was even more nervous than just now, as if his breathing stopped with his consent: "I, I want to know the relationship between you and Ye Zixuan. Do you really love her as much as you rumored? I know you painted for her, offended my father for her, and even vomited blood for her..."
Chapter completed!