Smiling evilly, Nangong Yi's narrow eyes flashed with evil light. Although the night gradually deepened, it was still difficult to conceal its splendor.

"How can I comfort you?" Ling Mulao smiled softly with his eyes curled into crescents, and slowly raised his slender green fingers, then gently slid them on his strong chest, "Is this good?"

Just when Nangong Yi was so provoked that he couldn't help but gulp down his saliva, as soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mulao turned his wrist and pushed hard.

Caught off guard, Nangong Yi was pushed so hard that his whole body staggered. If he hadn't grasped the horse's reins with quick eyes and quick hands, he would have been thrown to the ground at this moment.

"Honey, what you did today is murdering your husband!" Nangong Yi frowned and grabbed Ling Mulao's jade hand that was about to push him away.

With a long arm pull, Ling Mulao fell into Nangong Yi's arms again before he could resist.

"My husband is not that weak!" Ling Mulao's cheeks turned red as he squinted his eyes, feeling the changes in the body behind his buttocks, and his heartbeat was pounding like a deer.

The night breeze was slightly cool, but as they felt the increasing heat of each other's bodies, they felt that the night was as hot as a hot summer day.

The faint fragrance belongs to her, but also belongs to him. The long hair is floating in the wind, just like the spreading lust, provoking little by little.

"Honey, you may not be able to see your husband for a few days. Aren't you hungry?" Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows. The look of lust in Nangong Yi's eyes became deeper and deeper. When he mentioned the word "hungry", he deliberately emphasized his tone.

After hearing this, Ling Mulao swallowed reflexively, "I..."

"Are you hungry? Is the master so poor that he has no food to eat?" Before Ling Mulao could finish her words, the spirit duck sitting on her shoulder suddenly woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she heard Nangong Yi's words and couldn't help but ask in confusion.

If the master's family is really that poor, he will go back with the master this time. Otherwise, who will he ask for those 200 beauties and a lifetime of delicacies?

Ling Mulao: "..."

Suddenly the wind was messy, and I really wanted to yell, "I am hungry but not that hungry", but after all, the words reached my throat and I forced myself to hold them back.

Be calm, be calm, otherwise it will sound like she is really a pervert.

"Duck, don't you want to sleep for a while?" Ling Mulao curled his red lips and asked coldly.

"I'm not going to sleep anymore. I slept all day long and I'm very awake now~" After flapping its wings, the spirit duck flew in the air in high spirits.

Sometimes he was jumping up and down, sometimes he was flipping backwards in the air, and sometimes he was chasing a few birds. His appearance seemed to deliberately prove that he was really not sleepy at all.

The corners of his lips twitched almost invisibly, and Ling Mulao's crimson cheeks twisted and twisted again and again, wanting to burn the duck into a roast duck with his fiery eyes.

Behind him, Nangong Yi's originally cold face became even colder, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the spirit duck with a gaze as sinister as an Arctic glacier.

"Duck, are you sure you're energetic?" Nangong Yi asked coldly without raising his eyes.

"Sober, I'm very~" Spirit Duck nodded heavily, but before he finished speaking, his head suddenly sank and he fell to the ground in a daze.

After a while, the spirit duck was already lying on the fallen leaves and sleeping soundly.

"Honey, no one is disturbing us anymore~" Nangong Yi lowered his head and wrapped his arms around Ling Mulao's petite and plump body.
Chapter completed!