Lan Qingyu shuddered, wanting to reject Mo Yao's harassment, but Mo Yao simply didn't let him go, moving his big hands up and down.

The hot breath lingering around Lan Qingyu made Lan Qingyu's body go limp.

"Okay, don't move." Lan Qingyu tried to stop Mo Yao from taking the next step, and his big hand had already stuffed into her clothes.

You can't mess around here.

"Little Feather, your husband wants... you..." Mo Yao's dark eyes were completely filled with intense desire at this moment.

Lan Qingyu felt the burning heat from the man behind her.

Although it's late at night and quiet here, we can't be so unrestrained. We should at least go to another place.

Hot kisses fell on Lan Qingyu's neck one by one, causing Lan Qingyu's body to soften.

But Lan Qingyu still has something to ask, so how could he agree to that now?

"Mo Yao, don't... um..." Lan Qingyu was so distracted by Mo Yao's big hands that the words in her mouth changed in tone.

Mo Yao chuckled, picked up Lan Qingyu like a princess, and found a room.

Well, it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to eavesdrop on the Demon Emperor’s sex life.

Therefore, Mo Yao set up a barrier so that people outside could not get in and the sounds inside could not get out.

Lan Qingyu's blushing face made Mo Yao's lower abdomen tighten. His big hands tore off Lan Qingyu's clothes forcefully. Lan Qingyu felt a chill on her body. Before she could react, she was pressed under Mo Yao.

One after another, hot and lustful kisses were imprinted on Lan Qingyu's body. Mo Yao was so determined to have Lan Qingyu that he ignored Lan Qingyu's resistance.

How could Lan Qingyu allow Mo Yao to do whatever he wanted? Therefore, she pushed Mo Yao's body away with both hands. Although she wanted to, she really wanted to know the current situation in the City of the Dead. She was concentrating on healing her mother and had no idea about what was happening outside.

This guy actually hugged me as soon as we met and wanted to do this to me. It's so annoying.

"Stop it, Mo Yaonie, I still have something to ask, can you...can you please not be like this?" Lan Qingyu put her hands on Mo Yao's chest, looking at Mo Yao's forbearing face, she pouted embarrassedly.

Mo Yao's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the woman under him with deep eyes. Her shy appearance and fair skin made the blood in his heart boil uncontrollably. He wished he could tear this woman apart and eat her up immediately, and squeeze her hard.

"Little Feather, do you want to see your man get sick because of this? Your husband wants you all the time. You know I have no control over this matter."

Lan Qingyu blushed, and she said coquettishly: "Husband, you solve my problem first, and then you can do whatever you want."

Mo Yao's black eyes flashed. He looked at the woman deeply, then lowered his head and grabbed Lan Qingyu's lips hard and sucked them.

Mo Yao groaned, then got off Lan Qingyu's body. If he didn't get off, he couldn't help it.

"Tell me, my lady, what do you want to know?" Mo Yao's face was already covered with sweat.

Lan Qingyu coughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed, and then said, "What is the current situation in the City of the Dead?"

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