The third world does not cross the demon

Thinking of this, Young Master Lian Yue clenched his fists, and then he felt relieved, thinking that as the number one son of "Feng Yue Lou", this day will come sooner or later...

It's just that he didn't expect that he would be so rash...

It would be so worthless...

As if resigned to fate, he walked to the Prime Minister's Mansion on foot, and let the servants wait for him to bathe and change clothes without any resistance...

Everything seems so logical...

In the prime minister's room, red candles were already hanging high, and bright red rose petals were sprinkled on the spacious bed...

The prime minister had already taken off his clothes, and his thin white underwear was lightly pressed on his body, revealing his muscular muscles.

Obviously the prime minister is famous for his talent, but he didn't expect to be so strong, he lacks the frailty of a scholar, and looks more like a general galloping on the battlefield!

At this time, the prime minister was beaming with joy, with a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, which lost a bit of his majesty during the day, and his dark eyes revealed a trace of expectation and tension...

Against the backdrop of the candlelight, his face was more gentle than Yinglang...

With a sound of "squeak", the door was pushed open, and a slender Mr. Pianpian walked in slowly.

The prime minister hurriedly stood up from the bed, staring at the peerless handsome man in front of him in a daze.

This person really deserves to be the number one son of "Fengyue Tower", his every move is seductive.Especially after bathing, there is a hint of coquettishness in the laziness...

The door was closed with a "squeak" by the servants, and only the two of them were left in the huge prime minister's bedroom...

Even though Young Master Lian Yue had already made sufficient psychological preparations before this, he still felt extremely repulsive in his heart under the prime minister's scorching gaze...

He forced himself to look at the prime minister, but when he met his expectant eyes, he felt sick in his heart.

Young Master Lian Yue couldn't help sneering in his heart and said, "I'm a young master, why come to the critical moment, but the chaste ones have to build a memorial archway!"Lian Yue, Lian Yue, you should have sacrificed your first night...

"Yue'er~" the prime minister called softly, which really gave Young Master Lian Yue goose bumps all over his body.

"My lord!" Young Master Lian Yue's complexion remained unchanged, he smiled slightly, and nodded slightly, as a response to this ambiguous title.

"Come on~ sit down~" the prime minister graciously took Young Master Lian Yue's hand, and dragged him to the bed without any explanation.

Young Master Lian Yue didn't intend to resist at first, but when his body touched the strange bed, he still felt inexplicable flustered in his heart.

Seeing Young Master Lian Yue frowning slightly, the prime minister hurriedly asked, "Yue'er~ Are you feeling unwell? Or, would you like a glass of wine to cheer you up?"

liqueur?

Add to the fun?

Hehe, I'm afraid you have drugged the wine long ago!

A gleam of light flashed in the beautiful eyes of Young Master Lian Yue, and the jade hand was pulled out from the prime minister's arms without a trace, and he smiled seductively at the prime minister, and said: "It's such a beautiful day, how about Lian Yue playing a song for the prime minister?"