Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

Ling Qian wanted to say that the master in the illusion had shaken his unconditional trust.

He has always firmly believed that the way of Master's practice is the right way, and he is willing to let go of all selfish desires to follow, but he saw those enchanted eyes.

The master never said what he said and did what he said, but he taught him how to behave like a gentleman.

If he is the right way, he must give up love and stand on the opposite side of the devil.

Then how should he face the master who has become demonized?

Ling Qian was full of melancholy.

The more he thought that his previous beliefs were wrong, the more consciously he felt love | The fire burned in his heart, so hot that he only wanted to see Zongzhou when he woke up, and eagerly wanted this illusion master to solve his doubts, but...

You can't say a word that is unfavorable to the teacher and the teacher.

Seeing Zongzhou smile gently, he said: "Actually, if you don't say it..."

"I want to ask you," Ling Qian suddenly interrupted Zong Zhou, "that night five days ago, you said that you would solve my doubts as soon as possible about tongue flexibility, can you teach me now?"

Ling Qian didn't know why when the person in front of him heard this, his ears turned red.

At first, he just wanted to find something that both of them could think of to divert attention.

But seeing Zong Zhou's slightly embarrassed appearance, Ling Qian was not someone who had been rejected before, and suddenly became obsessed with it, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"What kind of profound knowledge, you said, are you afraid that I won't understand?"

He thought Zong Zhou would say let it go and talk about it later.

Unexpectedly, even though Zong Zhou's ears were red, his eyebrows and eyes were charming and evil, and his face became hot.

Ling Qian felt that Zong Zhou's words would not be serious.

One hand reacted extremely quickly to cover the opponent's mouth.

At this moment, it was Zong Zhou who refused to follow him, he restrained his wrist and pressed it to the side of the pillow, and rolled over him lightly.

Breathing. Said deeply: "Xiaoqian remembers wrongly, what I said is that I want to personally teach you."

Ling Qian was flustered suddenly, but Zong Zhou's voice was very pleasant, as alluring as delicious honey.

In addition to the hallucinations, he actually has another thing to hide, which is the intermittent dream after he fell into a coma.

In the dream, it should be that his distracted avatar was affected by the devil energy and entangled with Zongzhou's limbs.

Once distracted and merged with the body, this memory is like his presence, the kind of frank confrontation, the comfortable feeling of a little friction on the skin, makes it difficult for him to show alienation when facing the touch of the man on his body at this moment.

"Xiao Qian, do you really want to know?" Zong Zhou's voice was as intoxicating as alcohol, like a kind of confirmation, and also like a gentle urging.

Ling Qian thought that this kind of inquiry was probably to prevent him from "acting like a baby" again.

Thinking of the use of tongue in the past few nights, either talking or lip to lip, he can accept it now, but it is still difficult to say the word "want".

He remained silent, and this silence was an acquiescence to Zong Zhou who did what he wanted.

Seeing Zong Zhou's lips curled up suddenly, in Ling Qian's eyes, that smile should be about preparing to do something bad.

When he asked carefully again, Zong Zhou moved his body down, and said softly and sweetly: "Then if you don't learn something, don't tell me to stop."

Ling Qian wanted to say that he didn't call people to stop just because his lips touched his upper lip a few nights ago, but the development of the matter was not what he expected at all.

After Zong Zhou was completely covered in the quilt, he quickly removed half of the cloth with his hands and feet, and he really opened his mouth to let him experience the ecstasy that the flexibility of the mouth and tongue can bring. He breathed instinctively.

Even though his face is as shameful as the most beautiful flower in spring, his upbringing and morality ruthlessly persuaded him to turn around, but he just pushed his hands on this man's shoulders and was powerless.

Gradually, he got his hands into Zong Zhou's hair in a daze, saying that he couldn't do it, and shouted to get back quickly, but he put his palms on the back of the person's head with the utmost honesty, until it showed that his belief in pure cultivation collapsed, the bottom line Ji|Le, who was retreating steadily, made his eyes white.

This is the end.

He finally tasted the comfortable taste that others talked about.

Once, eat the marrow to know the taste.

Zong Zhou got up, lifted the corner of the quilt, and tidied up the traces of Ling Qian's first joy after losing that memory.

Ling Qian still hasn't come back to her senses, but her body is very sensitive. Whenever she is touched by the silky veil and temporarily loses her energy, she instinctively turns sideways and curls up.

Zong Zhou simply lay down behind him, wrapped his arms around him, and called softly, "Xiao Qian."

Ling Qian had never experienced such a thing in her memory, but this time, she understood a little bit, and naturally knew exactly what was pressing behind her like a medicine pestle at this moment, and what this thing was longing for.

He didn't wait for others to speak, and first raised the "knowledge" he begged others to learn.

"I already understand why you were angry that day." Ling Qian's voice was unavoidably languid because of its rigidity, but this soft voice actually made the "medicine pestle" even hotter.

He was ashamed and nervous, so he was in a hurry, "I just wanted to get to the bottom of it. I don't blame you on this matter. I'm not saying I like this, just, just..."

"Even you don't hate me for doing this." Zongzhou stepped back suddenly, and supported his shoulders to make him turn around and look at each other, with a serious look, but a joking tone to ease his anxiety, "That's great, I like to do it for you Do it, you don't reject it, you and I are made for each other."

Ling Qian had already seen how powerful Zong Zhou was, and manipulating a person was nothing more than raising his hand.

But he couldn't help it at the moment, but it had nothing to do with any spells, it was just because the eyes of the person in front of him were too hot, and because his love that had been quiet was rekindled like a raging fire.

His pair of hands that once refused people thousands of miles away lightly hooked Zongzhou's belt.

If you are tempted, say it gently: "You said that you want me to learn something, don't I, should I do something for you?"

"It's not suitable now," Zong Zhou took his hand and rubbed his lips on the back of his hand, "You will feel sick to your stomach, I can't bear it."

It is true that Ling Qian feels nauseated every morning, but he has been awake for a long time today, and he has already relieved the discomfort that he is accustomed to. He should not be such a single-minded person.

Moreover, when he was enjoying this relationship, he didn't find any discomfort in Zong Zhou, and he was obviously very happy.

As soon as he raised his head, he straightened his back, patted his heart and said: "I will definitely not feel uncomfortable."

He believes that whether it will be uncomfortable or not has nothing to do with cultivation.

He was ambitious, but Zong Zhou couldn't help laughing.

Reluctantly, Ling Qian pulled up her belt, not realizing that she acted like a newlywed groom in a hurry.

Zongzhou let him mess around.

But at the moment when he really buried his head, he picked him up and put him down peacefully to lie down.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qian spoke slowly, obviously making a move first, only now did she feel ashamed and flustered.

Zong Zhou raised his middle finger from his lips to his Adam's apple, and whispered like a demon: "When the melon is ripe, you can swallow it for me, okay?"

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