I believe you, you are really evil.

Yun Tingmo was about to go upstairs when suddenly, Amos said:

"Young Master, the bathroom faucet in your room is broken and has not been repaired yet. You can only go to the Young Master's wife's room to wash up."

Yun Tingmo paused and looked sideways at Amos.

"Is there any news about her?"

"Young Master, your wife wants to block her information. It seems that no one can find her."

When Yun Tingmo heard this, he nodded in agreement.

"I see."

Yun Tingmo went upstairs to the room where Defia was.

Amos smiled with satisfaction as the door opened and closed.

"Tonight, you guys go to bed early and don't disturb the young master."

The Yunyin members who were responsible for protecting Yun Tingmo all showed clear smiles like the monkey spirits, and looked at the room on the second floor meaningfully.

Besides, after Yun Tingmo entered the room, he went directly to the bathroom and started washing up.

Perhaps because of trust, he didn't notice anyone in the room.

When he finished washing, put on a bathrobe and wiped his hair, he walked out of the bathroom and came to the bedside, only to find someone lying on the bed.

Suddenly, his aura changed, and a terrible spiritual storm appeared in the room.

Diphia, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to feel the familiar spiritual power and moved slightly.

But then she felt something approaching.

The instinct formed by fighting caused her to suddenly open her eyes, stretch out her hands, grab the person's shoulders, turn over, and directly press the person on the bed.

"Who?"

As a spiritual mentor, Yun Tingmo has low combat effectiveness. Now that he is pressed on the bed and unable to move, he knows that the opponent's combat effectiveness is higher than his.

So who is this person?

Suddenly, Yun Tingmo thought of something.

"Tiphia?"

The person who was originally pressing on him visibly stiffened.

"Amo?"

"it's me."

There were no lights on in the room, and Diphia was in a daze, so she didn't notice Yun Tingmo's mental pheromones for a while.

She rolled out of bed, turned on the light, and saw Yun Tingmo sitting up from the bed.

The loose nightgown that was originally tied was pulled open by her, exposing his abdominal muscles.

Yun Tingmo did not adjust his nightgown, but looked at her with surprise.

"you...."

Yun Tingmo had already guessed that Di Feiya might return to his body, but he was surprised to see it.

"I am back."

Yun Tingmo stood up directly and came to her. He first looked at her carefully and then held her in his arms desperately.

"welcome back."

Yun Tingmo hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth that belonged to her.

"Amo."

Di Feiya pushed Yun Tingmo away slightly and looked at him seriously with her eyes.

Yun Tingmo also looked at her in the same way. He slowly approached and kissed her forehead gently with his lips, as if to express his love and excitement to her.

Yun Tingmo's lips gently touched her eyebrows again, and his kiss was like a gentle spring breeze, warm and soothing.

Her eyebrows trembled slightly, as if in response to his hot love.

Then, his lips gently covered her eyes, and his kiss was like a continuous drizzle, moist and gentle.

Then, his lips gently touched her nose, and his kiss was like sunshine, warm and expectant.

Finally, his lips gently covered her red lips, and the kiss was like a blazing fire, burning each other's souls.

Her lips parted slightly, as if asking for more love and tenderness from the man.

Their kiss became more and more intense and before they knew it, they were on the bed.

Yun Tingmo pressed against Di Feiya's body, and the two of them breathed a little quickly and unsteadily because of the kiss.

"Tiffia."

"I'm here."

Yun Tingmo's eyes were filled with eternal flames.

"I miss you."

Defia blinked her eyes and looked at Yun Tingmo with a bit of fun.

"Ah Mo, have I ever said a word to you?"

"What?"

When Yun Tingmo was in a daze, Diphia turned over and pressed him on the bed.

Babies, I really tried my best.

Her cold fingers traced his chest.

"I've been craving you for a long time."

Before Yun Tingmo could say anything, she kissed him.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and their breathing and gasping sounds were intertwined, like a beautiful symphony.

Their heartbeats are like notes in a symphony, playing a beautiful melody.

Her cold hands wandered over his body to ignite the fire.

But in Yun Tingmo's eyes, except for her, there was still burning desire that could not be extinguished.

He locked one hand on her waist and placed the other on the back of her head. He turned over so that their positions were reversed.

"This kind of thing should be done by men."

After saying that, he kissed her cheek gently, feeling her delicate skin.

Her hands were dishonestly lighting fires everywhere, and her fingers gently traced the man's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

I have to say that although Yun Tingmo is not in good health and always coughs, he still insists on exercising and is still in good shape.

He didn't stop her hands from making trouble, but gently kissed her forehead, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

Their bodies gradually heated up and their breathing became more rapid.

His body slowly moved down, his lips gently kissing her neck.

Clothes seemed a bit redundant and cumbersome at this moment.

Stab... snap...

The sound of clothes being torn apart and falling to the ground.

She hugged him tightly, her body trembling a little.

Her fingers tightened around his arm.

He continued to move his body downward, kissing her chest gently.

Her heartbeat was like a drum, fast and powerful.

He felt her breath, warm and soft.

Her body gradually heated up, and a charming blush appeared on her cheeks.

He could feel the longing in her heart, it was an indescribable feeling.

His lips moved gently, exploring every inch of her skin, bringing her endless pleasure and satisfaction.

At this moment, their hearts seemed to merge into one, and he explored every inch of her skin, leading her into the door of a new world.

That night, he was as majestic as an ancient general.

That night, he met his opponent again with the martial arts master, and fought back and forth with the opponent several times.

This night, she was like a singer, singing the original song before singing bel canto.

That night, they were like yoga enthusiasts, changing their postures one after another.

All in all, on this night, the moon hid and the stars hid, leaving behind a dark night and the song of the nightingale.