Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

She suddenly stopped at the door. "Change someone?" Will her innocence be cleared once the news gets out?

When he turned around and took a look, he was scared to death. When did he have so much wine here, or was she really only good at drinking?

Song Yue didn't allow herself to spill most of the wine. Her hair stuck to her neck, even extending inward. Her light-colored clothes stuck to her skin, and the white underneath was faintly visible, which was more visually impactful than when it was directly exposed in front of her eyes just now.

Su Wanmo felt his head getting hot, and warm liquid flowed out from his chest. He wiped the bright red liquid off his hands with the back of his hand.

I was very upset, but I was also afraid that she would get something bad from drinking again. I didn't know how much she drank that night.

He snatched the wine jug when she was not paying attention, and poured it all into his mouth as if he was afraid that she would snatch it away. Song Yue watched him drink it all, and was so angry that she fought with him for it.

Su Wanmo was thrown to the ground, his face flushed red from choking on the wine in his mouth, and he kept coughing.

His lips were blocked again, making him completely unwilling to let go.

"Song Yue, who am I?"

Before she could get a response, a pair of soft hands grabbed her waist. Unlike her soft hands, her waistline was now tight and tense to the extreme.

Her lips completely occupied his entire area from lips to chin. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he clenched his fists and placed them aside.

As I went down, I became more and more sensitive. It was selfish. I didn't want to push her away, but I also enjoyed it.

Song Yue finally managed to murmur a few words at her Adam's apple and collarbone. Su Wanmo was dizzy and didn't hear clearly. When she reached her chest, she was dissatisfied with this and found his hand and pulled it to her waist: "Thirteen, help me."

Su Wanmo's hand paused, then moved up to her face and raised it forcefully: "Song Yue, what did you call me?"

He forced her to look at him, his eyes filled with anger and lust, which frightened the confused Song Yue and allowed her to see clearly who was in front of her.

"Su Wanmo."

Su Wanmo curled his lips in satisfaction, pressed down the retreating body, and pressed it on himself: "You can't escape."

This time he took the initiative to block her lips, afraid that she would say something he didn't want to hear, but he still wouldn't breathe, and he felt uncomfortable and had no choice but to let go.

"Yueyue..."

His eyes were full of pleading.

He wanted to erase all traces of Mo Shisan, wanted her to be marked with his own mark. He had given her a chance, but it was she who came closer to him, it was she who seduced him, it was she... who made him unable to stop.

But he knew she didn't want to.

I can only kiss and dare not go beyond the rules, but I am so useless that I can't even learn how to kiss.

Holding her in my arms, I couldn't do anything to her. It was very uncomfortable, but I didn't want to let go.

"Thirteen...I feel uncomfortable."

Song Yue seemed to be conscious only for that moment, and now she felt extremely uncomfortable being held in his arms. She couldn't help but move around, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable touch.

The name popped out of her mouth again. Su Wanmo was very angry. He turned over and pressed her under him, shouting: "Song Yue."

Song Yue was frightened by his loud voice, tears welling up in her eyes: "You are so fierce."

"But I really feel bad."

Su Wanmo had no choice but to ask: "Where does it hurt?"

Song Yue pointed out: "This one is too hard, it makes me uncomfortable."

He grabbed the thing that was getting in his way and wanted to throw it away.

Su Wanmo grabbed her hand and held it above her head, his eyes dark and unclear: "Song Yue, don't regret it."

The night was long, yet seemed short. This was a step saved for the emperor, who always went to bed early and rose early.

"ten……"

"Shut up."

……

"ten……"