Yan Qingrui tried to move, and Shangguan Qianyu hugged her tightly again, making a dissatisfied voice, as if she was blaming her for not being able to hold her obediently.

Yan Qingrui stopped moving, and he relaxed a little more.

Yan Qingrui's eyes were rolling wildly, and she really wanted to kick him out of the bed. But now that she is suppressed like this, it is technically difficult to kick him away.

Shangguan Qianyu leaned on her neck and greedily sniffed the familiar breath he had sniffed, murmured: "Qingrui, I know it's just a dream, don't leave... don't let this dream wake up too soon..."

His breath hit her neck, hot and itchy, and the goose bumps on Yan Qingrui's body were all raised.

She was very confused. Is this considered being frivolous? Is it considered being taken advantage of? Damn, should she take action or not?

Do it? That bastard is drunk, afraid he doesn't know what he is doing, and he thinks he is dreaming. Strictly speaking, this is not his original intention, but just an instinct. She is a person who has a clear distinction between good and evil. If he is really a disciple of Meng Langdeng, she has castrated him in minutes and will never be ruthless.

But obviously he is not considered a disciple, he just recognized the wrong person.

Don’t do it? What’s the matter if you just hold it and suppress it under him?

He also knew that he had confessed, but he had not yet been home. However, she is now the silver-faced man Yan Qinglei, not Yan Qingrui, and has nothing to do with him.

She tried to make a little more effort, and Shangguan Qianyu hugged her tighter again, and then hugged her. Perhaps she felt that her body was very comfortable and rubbed her.

This time, there will be problems with it.

After all, he was a normal man, and his body reacted when he felt the familiar and intoxicating aura in his arms.

Yan Qingrui's body stiffened, and the two of them were almost all fit. The changes in his body were too obvious, but she could feel them completely.

Just as he was stunned, Shangguan Qianyu was already fumbled and kissed her lips without any guidance.

Yan Qingrui tried hard to open her face. The two were too close to each other. Shangguan Qianyu was suppressing "invasion". Although she avoided her lips, she did not avoid her face. Fortunately, she still had a silver mask on her face. Shangguan Qianyu's kiss fell on the mask.

He seemed a little confused. Why was the body with a soft jade in his arms but the face was cold and hard?

It seems that it is not human skin. Is this Qingrui? If it is Qingrui, her face is obviously warm and soft, and her lips are also fragrant and sweet.

But if it weren't for Qingrui, how could he have such a familiar aura? Even the feeling of him holding her was the same, so familiar and so real.

Is it because the fire was too big that night that she was burned beyond recognition, so in the underworld, her face became like this?

He closed his eyes slightly and frowned, as if he wanted to think, but he had drunk too much wine. It was obvious that it was too difficult to think about it. He simply stopped thinking and continued.

Yan Qingrui broke free, he tightened, Yan Qingrui continued to break free, he continued to imprison...

Although the weather in September is already cold in autumn and not wearing much clothes, someone's body changes even more obvious. The alcoholic spirit makes him only want to find the warmth in his dream, and he doesn't want to let go of the person who can only appear in his dream.

He has lost it once, and he doesn't want to lose it in his dreams.
Chapter completed!