Ye Luoli's Hades

Back home, the puppet has long been dismissed by the ghost.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he was pressed against the door by the wolf-like man next to him, followed by a fierce kiss with a strong smell of alcohol.

Even the fragrance of the flowers that had been rearranged in the living room was particularly intoxicating.

The two people's eyes met in the dim light, as if they were conveying a thousand words silently.

Ming Ling gently raised his hand and touched Xingchen's cheek with his fingertips. It was a kind of acceptance that transcended words.

Their kiss lasted for a long time until they both felt each other's heartbeat and breathing.

When they separated, their eyes were filled with each other's shadow. The corners of Ming Ling's mouth curled up slightly, and her eyes fell on his lips: "Are you really not going to tell me what bad things you thought about today?"

Stardust lowered his head and nibbled her shoulder, then slowly moved closer to her ear, his hot and moist breath spraying on her neck and shoulders: "Master, will you satisfy me?"

"Well..." Ming Ling couldn't help but raised his head, his hands wandering restlessly: "Then it depends on what you do next."

A dark light flashed in Xingchen's eyes, and the next moment he directly lifted the woman in front of him.

The sudden weightlessness made Ming Ling hug him, but then she was thrown onto the soft sofa.

Xingchen flipped his hair and raised a smile on his lips. The next moment, he unbuttoned two shirt buttons and leaned down: "Master, please unbutton it for me? It's too difficult to put on these human clothes. These buttons disobedient."

Ming Ling raised his chin and looked at him with a half-smile: "Is it the button that is disobedient, or you?"

"It's Master..." He pressed his lips down and gently nibbled and licked her collarbone. Perhaps because he thought her clothes were troublesome, his hands fell on her shirt and unbuttoned it with one hand.

Ming Ling chuckled, her fingertips slowly fell on his chest, and grabbed his shirt: "Wouldn't this be solved?"

The corners of Xingchen's mouth slightly receded, revealing a malicious smile: "I will only solve your problem."

He grabbed Ming Ling's flailing hand and placed it next to his cheek, kissed his palm gently, and licked the tip of his tongue slightly, bringing up the moist breath.

The woman cooperated with her and raised her head slightly, kissed his cheek, and fell back on the sofa the next moment. Her hair was parted by the slight ripples, and her eyes that could see through people's souls were full of desire at the moment.

Xingchen couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned down, his broad palm slowly fell on her leg, and slowly moved up.

The clothes turned into pieces in his hands and fell to the ground.

He gently touched her waist with his hand, opened his mouth and took a bite, so that he could hold her thin waist with his hand.

The person beneath him couldn't stop trembling, and his fingertips scratched his back.

"Well..." Ming Ling opened her eyes and looked at Xingchen's white hair, which was somewhat messy and hanging down on her body.

(Omit 10,000 words.)

In the dim living room, only the bright lights outside spilled into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There were only two people in the room who kept letting out bursts of pleasant breathing.

Xingchen took a breath, picked up Ming Ling and supported her on his body, leaving red marks on her neck and shoulders with gentle kisses: "Well... Master... I want to make your wedding dress with my own hands. "

"Hmm...?" Ming Ling leaned weakly in his arms, and the discomfort made it difficult for her to concentrate.

"Why do you... suddenly want to... make a wedding dress by yourself?"