The night is cold and the moonlight is cold.

The moon on fifteen hangs like a disc in the night sky, shining with tranquility.

Jun Qingchen stood in front of the window, looking at the bright moon, feeling worried.

Why did it arrive so quickly on the moonlit night?

He didn't want to do that kind of thing with the vixen, and he didn't want to do it at all.

"Eighth Prince, you have been bathed for so long, why are you still standing there? Are you waiting for the poison to attack?" Xueyang lay on the couch and spoke casually around the brocade quilt.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs." Jun Qingchen closed the window, turned around and glared at her fiercely.

Every time he saw this woman occupying his bed with confidence, he vomited blood.

Xueyang stroked Mo's hair charmingly, "Master Eighth Master, do you really have to wait for poisonous hair and vomit blood and die of death?"

"I will never touch you even if I vomit blood to death!" Jun Qingchen was very disdainful and looked backward.

"It's up to you." Xueyang didn't care and lay down slowly.

The moon is hidden in the West Mountain, the night is rich, and time is soon midnight.

Xueyang felt a smell of fishyness in his throat, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. She frowned and looked up at the man sitting aside.

At this time, Jun Qingchen was not much better. His whole body was hot and his desire was unbearable, and his blood and energy were pouring out in waves.

Finally, he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of red.

He noticed the woman's eyes looking at him, snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"Puff..." Unpredictable, another mouthful of blood gushed out.

It turns out that the fire of desire is like this!

Jun Qingchen wiped away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, clenched his fists, and walked towards the couch.

It’s not worth dying for a woman and abandoning so many delicious food!

Xueyang curled the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically, "Master Eighth Master, why are you here? Do you want to go to the couch?"

"This is my bed, why can't I sleep?"

"Master Eighth Master, you said just now that you will not touch me even if you vomit blood to death." Xueyang laughed again, wiped away the corners of his mouth a little bit by bit, lazy and charming. This action completely ignited Jun Qingchen's desire.

"Stop talking nonsense, take it off quickly!" Jun Qingchen couldn't wait to press the woman under him.

The clothes were all gone, and the curtain of the bed was shaking gently.

When the two were completely integrated, Xueyang groaned and frowned, "Fan Chuan Ba, can't you be gentle?"

"What did you say?" Jun Qingchen rammed twice unhappily.

Xueyang was so painful that he sucked the air conditioner and gritted his teeth, "Master Eight, Master Eight... Be gentle..."

"This is almost the same." Jun Qingchen softened, and looked at the delicate look of the woman beneath her, and felt satisfied. Her fingertips rubbed her chin, "Woman, you must learn a little, otherwise you will be the one who suffers."

Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah!

Hearing this sentence, Xueyang almost kicked the person down.

Xueyang suppressed his anger and wrapped his arms around the man, and his tenderness was like water. "Eighth Master, I know, you are so bad..."

Jun Qingchen heard the soft whisper, and suddenly felt like he fell into the clouds, a little fluttering, and couldn't help but kiss him.

This woman's gentle appearance doesn't seem so annoying.

Xueyang responded enthusiastically and then whispered: "Master, I'm asking you something. Isn't the third lady of the Su family the wife of King Han? Why do I think the little Marquis Murong treats her very much?"

While exercising, Jun Qingchen kissed her and said, "Murong is just like this. He not only likes the third lady of the Su family's autopsy, but also likes... other people's women!"

Xueyang: "..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Murong still has such a habit.

"What, are you still trying to make a fool of Murong?" Jun Qingchen's hand placed on her chin tightly.

"Hate, I'm happy under you now, how could I think of another man?" Xueyang said with his eyes as charming as silk.

Jun Qingchen's man's self-esteem was satisfied and he kissed her again.

"Master Eighth Master, you... are you here in Luzhou to investigate Zui Qingcheng?" Xueyang tentatively tentatively, "Master Eighth Master has always been harsh on the girl. He drove me out yesterday. If Master Eighth Master is looking for Zui Qingcheng, remember to vent his anger for others."

Jun Qingchen frowned and slowed down, "Why did you still talk so much nonsense when you were doing this with me?"

This woman wants to take advantage of this opportunity to find out the news? She really treats him as a stake!

Xueyang knew that his words made the man disgusted, so he pursed his lips, twisted his butt, and clamped the person tightly, "Can you hurry up and slow down, can you do it?"

"...I will let you know how powerful you are and why you are afraid!" Jun Qingchen said rudely, without any mercy on the fragrance and jade.

"Jun Qingchen, please slow down, slow down..." Xue Yang frowned.

"Don't you, the vixen, think I'm slow?" Jun Qingchen said as he threatened and tried a little harder.

"Ah...No, Jun Qingchen, don't..."

"What are you calling me, huh?" Jun Qingchen said and slapped the woman's fair butt.

"Master Eighth Master, Master Eighth Master is not yet..." Xueyang pinched Jun Qingchen's back fiercely.

This rice dumpling is a bull in this kind of thing, and he can poke it all over the place, thinking she is pork!

...

next door.

Originally, Jun Qinghan had already fallen asleep with her arms around Su Qingran, but...

Su Qingran listened to the sound of blushing and heartbeat next door, secretly opened her eyes, just in time to meet Jun Qinghan's gloomy eyes.

"Awakened?" Jun Qinghan said with concern.

"Yes." How could I sleep under the shocking movement next door?

"Go to bed quickly, I'll have to hurry to go tomorrow." Jun Qinghan coaxed.

"You sleep too."

As soon as the two of them closed their eyes, the noise from next door came again...

"Master Eighth Master, Master... Be gentle, I'm going to be tortured to death by you..."

"Bang!"

"It hurts so much! You...you are not allowed to spank me again!"

"You vixen seduced me to come up, don't you just want me to treat you like this, right and wrong!"

"Hey hey hey..."

"No, no..."

Soon, a new round of beauty will be staged again.

Jun Qinghan's face became more and more gloomy, and he couldn't sleep anymore!

Su Qingran listened to the voice next door, her little face turned slightly red, and she opened her eyes again, "Han, stay in the inn next time, please arrange for Lao Ba to stay away from us..."

At this moment, she felt very sorry for her.

Since he has lost his virginity, Jun Qingchen has been feeling aggrieved every day as a young wife, and he still ignores other girls.

As a result... I get out of bed sheets when I have disagreement. What about my integrity and my face?

"Yes." Jun Qinghan grabbed the little hand that was drawing circles on his chest.

"Han, I'm a little hot and can't sleep..." Su Qingran's little hands became more and more restless.

"Is there any more aoi water?"

"have."

Jun Qinghan's face was dark and grabbed both of her little hands, "Don't make trouble."

It was originally a pity that I could hold it, but I couldn't eat it. This woman gave it back to him!

"I did it on purpose." Su Qingran said quietly.

"Punish you." Jun Qinghan pinched her little bun.
Chapter completed!