Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Deep in the sea of ​​flowers, Meng Qiqi's cheeks were burning red, and her hair was stuck to her hot skin by sweat.

She grabbed Xie Yan's collar, her fingertips trembling slightly, her eyes misty, completely losing her usual cold and restrained look.

Wherever the blue butterfly touched, a scorching heat flowed through the blood vessels, setting off a raging fire in every part of the body.

"Don't touch me..." she murmured vaguely, but unconsciously rubbed against the ambergris-scented arms.

This uncontrollable reaction frightened her. Her remaining rationality told her that she had to push the person in front of her away, but her body was more honest than her consciousness - the black robe of the Demon Young Master was wrinkled by her fists, and the soothing scent lingered around her nose, which was more soothing to her restless nerves than the unique herbal fragrance of the fox clan.

Xie Yan froze in place, his silver hair falling on their overlapping shoulders.

He could clearly feel the violent heartbeat of the person in his arms, like a frightened deer running around under his ribs.

The girl's raised neck was glowing with an alluring crimson, and fine beads of sweat on her collarbone slid down the concave curve and sank into the black and red collar.

Seeing this scene, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and the words he was about to scold were stuck on the tip of his tongue and turned into a hoarse sigh.

"It's the poison of the charm flower." He suppressed the strange emotions surging in his heart and reached out to press her sleepiness point.

When his fingertips were about to touch her eyebrows, Meng Qiqi suddenly opened her eyes, and her sparkling eyes darted straight into his scarlet pupils.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips parted slightly: "It's so hot..."

This trembling whisper was like a wildfire, instantly igniting all of Xie Yan's sanity.

He abruptly withdrew his hand and turned his head away from her, but the knuckles gripping his sleeve had turned white.

It's not like he hasn't been to the brothels of the evil world before. All those heavily made-up beauties tried their best but couldn't sway him in the slightest. But now, he was thrown into a state of confusion by this stubborn "little wild cat".

"Bear..." His voice was several tones lower than usual, and the ending tone was broken as if it was strangled.

However, the person in his arms refused to give in. Her hot cheeks pressed against his cold neck, and her unconscious breath swept across the sensitive skin.

Meng Qiqi tugged at his clothes carelessly, and the scent of the green fox in her hair mixed with the sweetness of the charming flower turned into an invisible net that trapped the two of them.

Xie Yan suddenly remembered the day they first met, when the evil aura blew away the girl's makeup, revealing her pure face.

At this moment, her eyes were misted with lust, and her rosy lips were slightly swollen, making her look even more seductive than usual.

He cursed and pushed her against the blossoming tree behind him.

The flower branches rustled as they were bumped against each other, and purple petals fell like raindrops, laying an ambiguous carpet around the two of them.

"Look at me." He pinched her chin and forced her blurry eyes to look at him.

But as soon as he met that moist gaze, he regretted it - the girl's eyes reflected his disheveled appearance, his silver hair was messy, his ears were red, and his usual carefree smile was gone, replaced by a certain dangerous and restrained feeling.

Meng Qiqi took the opportunity to hug his neck and pressed her soft body against him without reservation.

She mumbled something incoherently in his ear, and the hot breath from her breath made all the blood in Xie Yan's body rush to his head.

The Demon Young Master suddenly felt his breathing tighten, as if there was a burning flame blocking his chest, burning him so much that even his demonic energy couldn't flow smoothly.

"Let go." He warned through gritted teeth, his voice so hoarse that he didn't even notice it.

In response to him, Meng Qiqi's unconscious whimpering was heard. The girl's hot cheek rubbed against the corner of his lips, and the next second, the soft touch fell on his tense jaw.

Xie Yan's whole body trembled, and his pupils suddenly shrank into dangerous vertical lines.

Reason completely collapsed at this moment.

He took the initiative and grabbed the back of her head, lowering his head to block her chattering lips.

This kiss was filled with an uncontrolled plundering feeling. The tip of his tongue pried open her pearly teeth, swallowing all the girl's breaths into his stomach.

Meng Qiqi moaned, her fingers digging deep into his back muscles, unconsciously responding to this passionate kiss.

Time seems to stand still in the sea of ​​flowers.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Yan finally let her go.

The two people's breaths intertwined, and the ambiguous silver thread was still lingering between their lips.

He looked at Meng Qiqi's swollen lips, lust and struggle surging in his eyes.

The girl in his arms was still in a daze, with tears on her eyelashes and an abnormal blush on her rosy cheeks, looking innocent and charming.

"Damn it..." He cursed softly and picked her up sideways.

Demonic energy surged around him, and he turned into a black shadow and flew towards the edge of the sea of ​​flowers.

The person in my arms twisted restlessly, and his hot body temperature could be felt through his clothes.

Xie Yan closed his eyes and forced himself to focus on dispelling the poison of the charm flower, but the faint fragrance of the girl was like a lingering cancer that could not be shaken off.

When we returned to the mansion, it was already completely dark.

Xie Yan rushed into the bedroom holding the unconscious Meng Qiqi and gently placed her on the bed.

As the candlelight flickered, the girl's sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, completely devoid of the emotion she had just shown.

He stood by the bed, looking at her heaving chest, and reached out to cover her with the quilt, but suddenly withdrew his hand the moment it touched her hair.

The bronze mirror reflected his disheveled appearance - his silver hair was messy, his collar was askew, and the tips of his ears were abnormally red.

Xie Yan wiped his face, turned around and strode towards the bathroom.

The cold water rushed over my body, but it couldn't extinguish the burning fire in my heart.

He leaned against the cold stone wall, recalling everything in the sea of ​​flowers, and for the first time he doubted his own concentration.

That night, the Demon Young Master stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

Meng Qiqi on the bed fell into a deeper sleep after the effect of the medicine wore off.

She didn't know that her unconscious actions had already caused a huge wave in Xie Yan's heart.

The next morning, Meng Qiqi woke up with a splitting headache.

She rubbed her swollen temples and stared at the unfamiliar bed curtains in a daze.

Memories came flooding back like a tide: the uncontrollable emotions in the sea of ​​flowers, the fiery embrace of Xie Yan, and the suffocating kiss... Her face suddenly burned up, and she suddenly covered her head with the quilt, feeling ashamed.

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Xie Yan walked in holding a bowl of medicine, his silver hair tied up meticulously, his black eyes as deep as the abyss, as if the person who lost control last night was not him.

But when he placed the medicine bowl on the table, Meng Qiqi clearly saw a faint blush on the tips of his ears.

"Drink the medicine." His voice was still cold, but he didn't dare to look into her eyes.

Meng Qiqi poked her head out from under the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "I... I don't remember anything."

Xie Yan paused and turned to look at her.

The girl's hair was messy, her cheeks were still flushed, and her eyes were evasive, clearly she was lying.

He suddenly found it a little funny, strode to the bedside, leaned over and pinched her chin: "Don't remember? Then do you want me to help you recall it?"

Meng Qiqi's face turned completely red, and she struggled to push him away: "You...you hooligan!"

Xie Yan didn't let go, a smile flashed in his eyes: "Are you shy now? Last night in the sea of ​​flowers..."

"Stop talking!" Meng Qiqi hurriedly covered his mouth, but retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted the moment it touched his lips.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous and awkward.

In the end, Xie Yan looked away first and handed the medicine bowl to her: "Drink the medicine. Although the poison of the charm flower has been cured, the remaining poison is still there."

His voice returned to its usual coldness, but the slightly trembling ending still revealed a hint of discomfort.

Meng Qiqi took the medicine bowl and took a sip.

The bitter medicine slid down her throat, but it was nothing compared to her complicated mood at the moment.

She secretly looked at Xie Yan and found that he was staring out the window, the red on the tip of his ears had not faded yet.

For some reason, a strange feeling arose in my heart - it turns out that the arrogant young master of demons also has shy moments.

Xie Yan looked at the bloody sunset outside the window and felt secretly annoyed.

He was the young master of the Demonic Realm, who had never been afraid on the battlefield, but he lost his composure in front of a little girl.

But when he turned around and saw Meng Qiqi frowning as she drank the medicine, he couldn't help but think that maybe losing control once in a while wasn't such a bad thing...