The moonlight is like yarn.

The night is seductive.

White lanterns were hung everywhere in the Fujiwara family where the head of the family was buried, swaying gently with the evening breeze.

There are also two white lanterns hanging on the eaves of this room, but the atmosphere inside the room does not leave any heaviness or sadness, but on the contrary, it is very charming.

Miss Fujiwara seemed to be a very strong person. Her father's death did not cause much damage to her. At this time, she was in a man's arms, with red cheeks, smooth forehead, and white and pink neck, all filled with fragrant sweat, and she was breathing slightly, as if she had experienced a violent exercise.

She was still wearing mourning clothes during the day, but the black stockings on her legs had disappeared.

"Li Ji, if there was a spirit in heaven, would your father crawl out of the grave? You buried him there? It should be very far away from here, right?"

The man sat on the ground, one hand sank into Riki Fujiwara's clothes, and a glass of soju in his other hand. He smelled the fragrance from Riki Fujiwara's hair, and the corners of his mouth were evil.

"Hate, are you still afraid of ghosts?"

Fujiwara Riki said coquettishly, her voice as if it was about to drip. Then, she murmured and patted the palm of her hand that was causing trouble in her clothes.

"Please be gentle."

The man still does his own way. The beautiful touch of full and elasticity made him feel the urge to pull the demon in and whip it again.

This lady from the Fujiwara family can indeed easily stir up the desires of men.

However, Li Futu's concentration is far beyond ordinary people after all. Moreover, he had already vented hard once just now. Fujiwara Riki's soft and powerless look at this moment is the best proof. He felt that it was no problem to deal with Song Luoshen with his current state.

"How did your father die?"

Although Fujiwara Riki is indeed a kind person, Li Futu also understands the principle of the red pink skeleton. Moreover, the one lying in his arms is still a femme fatale. He did not continue to indulge and asked the main topic.

"Fujiwara Sacrifice."

Fujiwara Riki seemed to feel uncomfortable in her position, so she moved her lower body slightly, changed her posture, and her tone was still a little soft and weak.

This man really doesn't know how to be polite at all, which makes her whole body ache. She just wanted to faint.

Didn’t it mean that men in the Dragon Kingdom are very bad in this regard?

"You want Fujiwara Sacrifice to kill?"

Fujiwara Riki closed her eyes slightly and nodded lazyly, and she had no energy to say anything.

"The Fujiwara family just listened to you. If you ask him to kill him, he will take action?"

Li Futu's left hand was still slowly moving in the Fujiwara family's eldest lady's clothes. He held the wine glass with his other hand and drank it, then breathed comfortably.

"I don't have that great ability, it's his own ambition."

Fujiwara Riki whispered: "He has been enduring it for a long time. I just lit a fire for him. My brother is originally a beast. What can he do for his own selfish desires?"

"He was so anxious to bury his father, not to be able to get promoted earlier."

"Your father died so suddenly, isn't anyone questioning?"

Fujiwara Riki hesitated for a moment, but said slowly: "... There must be doubts, but my mother spoke, and with her proof, naturally no one will doubt anything anymore. Even if she doubts and there is no evidence, she will not dare to say it again."

"Your mother?"

Li Futu's eyes condensed, and he unconsciously used some force on his hands.

"You've hurt me."

Fujiwara Riki's voice seemed to be coming from her nose, but she did not pull out Li Futu's hand. After a brief rest, she seemed to have recovered a little of her strength.

"It's the woman you saw in the mourning hall today. She is Fujiwara Ji's biological mother, my father's wife, and of course my mother."

"It's normal for her to help her son, maybe..."

The corners of Fujiwara Riki's mouth touched a sarcastic curve.

"Maybe she thinks that her son is better than her husband."

Li Futu did not hear the deeper meaning in Fujiwara Riki's words. Although he had witnessed Fujiwara Ji's beastly behavior towards Fujiwara Riki, he certainly would not have thought about what Fujiwara Ji would do to his biological mother.

"As soon as Fujiwara Mitsui died, he immediately restored your freedom. Your brother is really 'deep in love' to you."

He smiled, shaking his wine glass.

"He just wants me to be his slave. As long as he gets tired of it, he will definitely attack me."

When Fujiwara Riki said this, her tone did not fluctuate, and she was so calm that she felt terrified.

"Tired? With your ability, how could he feel tired of you?"

Li Futu smiled and was about to deliver the wine glass to his mouth, but Fujiwara Riki sat up from his arms, turned to look at him, and reached out to grab his cup.

"What do you mean? Are you really planning to let me be a toy for him?"

Li Futu looked at him, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and looked deep: "What do you think?"

Fujiwara Riki suddenly smiled enchantingly, let go of the wine glass, her pair of jade arms climbed up to the man's neck like a snake, and the smoke flowed, and she said with a breath like orchid: "I know, you definitely won't, otherwise you won't come tonight."

Li Futu smiled and lifted the wine glass to Fujiwara Riki's lips. Fujiwara Riki opened her lips obediently and let the man pour the wine into her mouth. But she did not swallow it. Instead, she used her arms to tighten the man's neck, raised her head and leaned over, and took the initiative to send her red lips.

Mouth to mouth, the wine completes the transition.

The wine slid out and dripped down his cheeks.

“Is it delicious?”

Fujiwara Reihi took her head back and licked her wet and crystal red lips, her eyes as charming as silk.

Before Li Futu could speak, she turned around and licked the wine at the corner of Li Futu's mouth drop by drop by drop.

When Li Futu saw this woman in Donghai for the first time, she realized her charm, but now she has a deep understanding of her charm. Even if she does not have herself, if this woman is willing to make a certain sacrifice, I am afraid that Fujiwara Ji will definitely not be her opponent.

"It tastes good, but I hope from now on, except in front of me, you'd better put away your set."

Li Futu pinched Fujiwara Riki's tender chin with her hands.

Fujiwara Riki cooperated to raise her face slightly, which was a gesture that made a man feel overwhelmed.

Her eyes were blurred and admiration, as if she was looking up at an invincible strong man, and murmured: "Yes, my master, Li Ji will be your female slave in the future."

Li Futu's eyes gradually turned dark, and a desire to crazily ravage the woman in front of him was rapidly expanding.

At this moment, with a "creak", the door was opened from the outside.

Fujiwara Reihi has been lifted from imprisonment, and no guards are arranged at the door.

Fujiwara Ji, who was extremely excited and impatient, saw the scene in the room and his expression suddenly solidified.

His sister, whom he had been coveting for many years, was actually sitting in a man's arms. The thing that was ignorant of life and death was placed in Li Ji's clothes with one hand!
Chapter completed!