Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

The sudden sound made the two people in the room stunned, Murong Ya's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Young Master Wei?"

Qing'er covered her mouth lightly and exclaimed.

"It's me." Wei Zian had a spring-like smile on his face, and he took out a folding fan from nowhere and patted it gently in his hand, "Why, don't you know me?"

The warm sunlight shone through the mottled branches, and the breeze picked up suddenly, fluttering the man's long hair and agitating the light blue gown.

"You, are you here?"

The woman in the red cloak turned her head gently, the three thousand emotions were flying like a picture, and the tears in the sun were shining brightly.

Crystal tears slid down the white and tender oval face, strands of blood were faintly visible in the big bright eyes, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, looking charming and charming.

Wei Zi'an's hands stopped suddenly, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his hands were lightly clasped together.

His heart ached a little.

squeak-

The door was gently closed from the inside, and the two people standing at the door just glanced at it before turning their heads away.

The noble people inside are not something they can provoke.

Qing'er closed the door, looked at the two people in the room with a smile, turned around, and gently wiped her reddish eye sockets.

From Dingshan county all the way to the capital, she knew clearly that Mr. Wei was the young lady's hope of survival.

"fool."

Murong Ya let out a chuckle, a few tears leaked from her reddish eyes, her silver teeth pursed her red lips lightly, adding a different kind of flair.

I don't know why, but Wei Zi'an likes to bully Murong Ya, likes to gently mess up her bun, likes to pinch her smooth and tender face, likes to hug her and smell the fragrance of her hair.

"when did you come?"

Wei Zian adjusted his clarity, stepped forward quickly, and embraced Murong Ya's delicate body in his arms.

"Don't..." Murong Ya blushed slightly, feeling that Wei Zian had no other intentions, so she let him go.

Holding Wei Zian's neck with both hands, looking at her long-lost lover, Murong Ya blinked and laughed again.

"why are you laughing?"

Wei Zi'an was a little depressed. When the two met, shouldn't they have a passionate kiss?

"Laughing isn't enough." Murong Ya twitched her nose, "Don't make people laugh?"

"You're so cute."

Wei Zian hugged the delicate body in his arms tightly, smelling the fragrance from the ends of her hair, feeling the perfect softness in her arms, he wished that time could stop at this moment.

What kind of turmoil, what kind of national hatred and family hatred, go to one side.

In fact, he is just a child who has not grown up, and he also yearns for ignorant love, watching the sunrise in the early morning, holding his lover's hand and running along the river at dusk, watching the sunset together...

Listening to her lover's touching words of love, Murong Ya's heart was filled with sweetness, and she avoided looking into his eyes.

"Little lady, raise your head."

Wei Zian smiled lightly, lifted Murong Ya's chin, looked at her big bright eyes, and kissed her with a thought.

Wei Zi'an tasted the Qiongxiang Yulu, and his hands gradually became a little dishonest.

The eyes that were originally wide open slightly closed, and a charming and ambiguous atmosphere enveloped the two of them.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, Murong Ya was intoxicated with her lover.

"Well……"

After a while, Murong Ya grabbed the fidgeting hand and gently pushed it, but did not push it.

"Don't, don't move around..."

"Ah."

Wei Zi'an responded softly, stopped moving, and enjoyed the rare joy.

As everyone knows, this scene was watched by the girl hiding behind the door. Qing'er blushed hotly, and watched the disrespectful behavior in the room with her red lips lightly pursed.

"You've turned bad."

The girl was the first to wake up from the confused emotions, her little head arched Wei Zian's chin, and said coquettishly.

Wei Zian swallowed his saliva, and the lust that had gradually subsided showed signs of re-heating under Murong Ya's unconscious teasing.

"Little girl, don't move around, or I won't be able to control myself."

Hearing her lover's explicit confession, Murong Ya looked shy. Who wouldn't want their lover to be obsessed with them?

"Hmph." Murong Ya hummed like a little animal, and suddenly the tip of her nose twitched, "You smell so good."

These words made Wei Zian wake up completely, as if a basin of cold water had been poured all over his body.

Could it be the smell of Fairy Luoyan or Fairy Shenyu?

You must know that although they never receive customers, they have been in an environment filled with fragrance for a long time, and their own fragrance is also very strong.

Wei Zian never thought that he could see Murong Ya in the capital, so naturally he didn't think of a way to get rid of the smell on his body.

In addition, when I saw Murong Ya just now, I had some sperm in my head...

"Of course it's your scent."

While speaking, Wei Zi'an brushed Murong Ya's long hair, and took a deep breath, "Smell it, how fragrant it is!"

"No." Murong Ya's brows were slightly clustered, and she sniffed Wei Zi'an like a puppy.

"wrong!"

She became more and more determined in her mind that it was impossible for a gentleman to spray perfume on his body.

"Are you hanging out with other women?"

Looking at Murong Ya who was puffing up his face angrily, and staring at him viciously with wide eyes, Wei Zian was a little flustered, but his face was as steady as an old dog.

"how is this possible."

He stretched out his hand and poked the bulging cheek, as if poking on jelly, full of elasticity.

"You really didn't lie to me?"

Murong Ya narrowed her eyes slightly, giving out a death stare.

"Of course." Wei Zian made a gesture to raise his hand to swear, "If I lie...uh..."

Wei Zi'an's pupils widened sharply, and he was dazed looking at the woman who kissed him without saying a word.

With a slip in the throat, the sea of ​​air was instantly boiled up.

Spiritual liquid, extremely pure spiritual liquid.

Murong Ya gave Wei Zian a slight look, and let him go too far.

"hiss……"

Wei Zi'an looked at Murong Ya, who was laughing and triumphant in front of him, and cast a glance at her, "Why did you bite me?"

"That way you can't... you can't kiss other people!"

With the pride of a little girl, Murong Ya gently raised her head.

"...I wouldn't do it at all."

Wei Zi'an suddenly couldn't bear it, he gently held her in his arms, and said: "Tell me everything that happened to you these days."

"Ah."

The two cuddled together until sunset.

"Don't die."

Murong Ya shouted.

"how come?"

Wei Zian pointed at his lips, and whispered, "Bite it back sooner or later."

The voice fell, and the sweetheart disappeared before his eyes.

"Miss, Mr. Wei is gone." Qing'er said.

"Ah."

Murong Ya reached out and touched her wet red lips, with a gentle smile, "He will come back to pick us up."

"Sooner or later."