I have the beauty of the villain's love

The woman leaning on Zhou Lang's side let out a low cry of pain, and Zhou Lang grabbed her wrist tightly.

In the flickering candlelight, Lord Xie Xiaohou looked down at Zhou Lang who was panting violently, and showed a faint smile.

Zhou Lang opened his eyes, rolled his eyes twice, and landed on Master Xie Xiaohou.

He saw a person in front of him, but couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly. He tried his best to open his eyes, but after struggling to no avail, he closed them in the fragrant mist, and quickly fell back into the chaos. gone.

"Zhou, Mr. Zhou?" Seeing that he had opened his eyes, the woman in pain couldn't help calling out to him as if she didn't notice anything.

Hearing this voice, Zhou Lang let go of the woman's hand.

Master Xie Xiaohou caressed his cheeks, repeatedly rubbing the wet corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

"...An Ruo?"

"Master Zhou, I'm a concubine."

The one named An Ruo had already been dragged off the bed by Lord Xie Xiaohou, and the one who was still leaning against Zhou Lang was called An Ling.She is very thoughtful, she knows that the incense can numb the five senses, now when she hears Zhou Lang calling her, she immediately goes to hold his hand.

Zhou Lang could no longer tell what kind of scene he was in front of him, only hearing that the voice was indeed not Linghurou, he collapsed on the bed and gasped.

Xie Xiaohou saw his blushing neck in an idiotic manner, couldn't help leaning over to kiss his neck.

Zhou Lang didn't refuse, and called out like a dream, "An Ruo—"

Seeing this scene, An Ling didn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing the woman sitting aside in a daze, Xie Xiaohou said to her in a low voice, "Continue."

Hearing Xie Xiaohou's order, An Ling's hands moved again.

It's just that this bewildered Mr. Zhou is really alluring, even An Ling who was sobered up by his sudden opening of his eyes just now couldn't help being intoxicated again at this moment.

Or maybe there was an aphrodisiac in the incense, Zhou Lang said in confusion, "An Ruo, why is your body so fragrant..."

Women often have body fragrance, but being praised by a man at this moment is really touching.An Ruo held his cheeks and exhaled into his ears, Zhou Lang lost his mind even more.

"Let me taste it, what kind of fragrance is it?" Zhou Lang showed a faint smile, and some crystals showed through the gaps in his slightly closed eyes.

As soon as An Ling breathed hard, he was about to lean over to ask for a kiss.

Unexpectedly, Master Xie Xiaohou who finished undressing suddenly gave her a look, An Ling saw that the look was extremely cold, and immediately froze there, not daring to move.

Xie Xiaohou's shirt was unbuttoned, and the exposed body was much stronger than Zhou Lang's, but because of his current posture, it was inconvenient to take off all of it, so the clothes were scattered around his waist because of the belt, which was more suitable for Xie Ying's bosom The quality is like beeswax.Master Xie Xiaohou stretched out a finger and tapped it on Zhou Lang's lips.

Zhou Lang thought it was An Ruo who handed it over, and slightly opened his lips.

Master Xie Xiaohou didn't probe in, just tapped on the center of his lips.

Zhou Lang boasted that he knew a lot about sex in his boudoir, and thought it was An Ruo's trick, so he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his fingertips.

Xie Xiaohou's breath became much more cloudy, and the black emotion in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Zhou Lang didn't realize it, "The fragrance of the jeweled jasmine..."

Zhou Lang couldn't tell anything else from the rich fragrance.But at this time, who cares?

Xie Xiaohou retracted his fingers, bent down, and used his palm to stroke Zhou Langsha's sweaty hair in front of his eyes.Then lovingly kissed his forehead.

Xie Xiaohou was also sweating.

It was not a hot day, but beads of sweat slid down his neck, sticking to his flushed skin, creating a visual hazy feeling of sweat in the candlelight.

Master Xie Xiaohou had already given the order, and after An Ling was taken aback for a moment, he clung to Zhou Lang's body again.

"Don't kiss him." Xie Xiaohou said to An Ling.

An Ling didn't dare to touch Zhou Lang's lips anymore, and only used his fingertips to touch the sensitive parts of Zhou Lang's body.

Xie Xiaohou went to kiss Zhou Lang's sweaty waist.There is a dimple on Zhou Lang's back. Lord Xie Xiaohou saw it once, and he still remembers it now.He reached out to touch it, and the dimple was still there.

Zhou Lang was so comfortable in that fragrance that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Master Xie Xiaohou raised his hand and tore off the few feet of red silk around An Ling's waist. Hong Ling didn't dare to cry out, and leaned over on the couch, watching Master Xie tie the red silk around her waist around Zhou Lang's waist. ——Zhou Lang's waist was originally slender, and that slender waist was tied with a gorgeous red silk, which made him extremely sexy.

Xie Xiaohou was wrapped with red silk around his wrists, pressing on Zhou Lang's body, seeing his expression of being so comfortable and happy that he was about to cry, he pulled Hong Ling's ends and pulled hard.

Zhou Lang immediately cried out in pain.

A man's waist is different from a woman's. Zhou Lang's waist is slender, and it is only compared with ordinary men. Now that Xie Xiaohou is doing this, Zhou Lang can't help but feel pain.

"It hurts—"

An Ling didn't need to thank the little marquis for a sign, and stuck himself in front of Zhou Lang who was in pain to comfort him, "Young Master Zhou, I will make you feel better soon."

While saying this, An Ling stroked Zhou Lang's ear to distract him from the pain he felt at the moment.

Sure enough, Zhou Lang was appeased by him, and his frowning brows slowly unfolded.

After strangling the red silk on the waist as he wished, Master Xie Xiaohou threw the remaining red silk onto the beam on the bed curtain, and with a light tug, Zhou Lang's waist was lifted up.The two weak and slender legs were forced by this posture at the moment, and they had to tense up to maintain their balance.

Zhou Lang called An Ruo's name, and he felt uneasy at this moment.

An Ruo couldn't help comforting him.

The two hands slid up between the feet of the two legs, and there was a tingling sensation in the scalp.

"Young Master Zhou..."

Zhou Lang couldn't hear what An Ling whispered in his ear.There was a muffled moan in his throat, intermittent, like a gossamer.

Looking at the gorgeous scene in front of him, Young Lord Xie Xiaohou untied his belt, and the unraveled clothes slipped from the couch to the floor.

An Ling only vaguely knew what was going to happen next, but she didn't have any right to stop it.She could only stick to Zhou Lang's side, trying to comfort him constantly, so that his perception of danger would become slow.

But not being able to perceive danger doesn't mean that danger won't come.

There was a throbbing throbbing in his chest, because the hanging posture was too uncomfortable, so he had to choose to separate his legs and press against the bed rail to make himself more comfortable.

Hot skin to touch.

An Ling glanced back, and saw that Young Lord Xie was holding Zhou Lang's ankle with both hands, and his white shiny toes were touching the embossed phoenix beak on the bed rail, as if he had no strength.

Zhou Lang's hand on the couch touched An Ling's fingertips, and An Ling took his hand back in a panic.

Master Xie Xiaohou's palm wrapped around Zhou Lang's five fingers, and then pressed against the bed in an irresistible posture.

"what--"

The unperceived danger finally came. Feeling the pain, Zhou Lang began to curl up on his toes, trying to use this strength to close his legs.

An Ling's lips trembled.

"It hurts—it hurts—"

Something was tearing open his body.

Legs began to tremble from the strain.

"An Ruo... An Ruo!" Zhou Lang called An Ruo's name, and he wanted to ask why it hurt so much.

Master Xie Xiaohou pressed Zhou Lang's hand, forcing his separated legs to wrap around his waist in order to maintain balance.

Young Master Xie certainly wouldn't feel pity for Zhou Lang with pale lips in pain at this time.

An Ling didn't know what to say or what to do at this time.Sitting on the back of the bed with legs bent.

Xie Xiaohou finally let go of Zhou Lang's hands, and leaned on Zhou Lang's chest to pant, sweat dripping down his cheeks onto Zhou Lang's chest.

After a while, he raised his head and grabbed Zhou Lang's ankle while he was panting in pain.

"Now I can bark well." He said that, the corners of his lips curved in a pleasant way.

Realizing that the thing that had entered his body began to move, Zhou Lang gasped in shock, and wanted to say something, but it turned into a painful cry when it came to his mouth.

"Hou...Hou Ye." An Ling let out a cry.

Xie Xiaohou didn't even look at her, he pressed on Zhou Lang's body, the shadow of the candlelight flickered in his eyes, "Go out."

An Ling hurriedly climbed off the bed, picked up the clothes on the ground, and hurriedly retreated from the room.

And the night has just begun.