Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Perhaps it was Mu Ziling's unconscious response that made Long Xiaoyu's body seem to have received a good pain relief effect.

Only at this moment, the brows between his brows that had been tightly furrowed in pain stretched a little miraculously.

Then, his arms around her back suddenly became stronger, and he pressed her tightly into his arms, and the strength of his big palm on the back of her head also increased unconsciously.

It seems that after a long time, Long Xiaoyu's cool body temperature, under this lingering halo, gradually warmed up, and his frowning brows also slowly relaxed.

This little woman always has such a kind of magical power that no matter how deep his pain is, it can disappear in smoke after being transformed into soft magic by her.

Long Xiaoyu was indulging in Wen Ruanxiang's arms, and the corners of her reddish lips evoked a satisfied smile as if relieved from a heavy burden.

His stupidity is just good, so good that he loves him so much that he can't extricate himself.

...

After a while, Long Xiaoyu hugged Mu Ziling, pecked and kissed him greedily, and then slowly opened his confused eyes.

He exhaled warm breath from his mouth, spraying it chaotically on Mu Ziling's already blushing little face, causing the redness on her face to become deeper and more charming.

Mu Ziling had already been kissed to the point of fascination, when Long Xiaoyu let go of her head, her head was like a deflated ball, hanging limply on his shoulder, breathing unsteadily gasping.

At this moment, Mu Ziling's whole body was powerless, as if his body had been turned into a puddle of soft mud, lying on Long Xiaoyu's body perfectly.

Long Xiaoyu's arms held her firmly on his body, as if he was holding a precious treasure that he cared for, quietly feeling every beat of her heart.

He stopped suddenly and remained still for a long time, which made Mu Ziling a little confused and puzzled. She moved her lower lip slightly, and said in a low voice: "Long Xiaoyu..."

However, Long Xiaoyu seemed to be unable to hear her voice, and another line of words flashed in his mind.

‘A momentary impulse will never be restored! '

This sentence suddenly and inexplicably appeared in Long Xiaoyu's mind that had lost his rationality, and gradually made his wandering rationality return.

Staring at the dazzling golden key for a long time, Long Xiaoyu closed his eyes heavily, suppressing the strong desire rolling out of his body.

Then, he opened his eyes, exhaled heavily, and pulled the brocade quilt aside, not daring to show any nostalgic rewards, and directly wrapped Mu Ziling's alluring body completely.

Afterwards, Long Xiaoyu violently shattered the thick and soft blanket under him, letting the cold air of the icy jade bed wrap him up.

Mu Ziling was baffled by Long Xiaoyu's series of actions.

"You, why..." Mu Ziling, who was wrapped into a cicada chrysalis, blinked innocently and suspiciously, looking at Long Xiaoyu who was smoking cold, wanted to ask something, but didn't know what to ask.

All she knew was that she had a strong sense of tension just now because she had made up her mind to surrender herself, but at this moment, it was replaced by a faint sense of loss.

However, at this moment, with Long Xiaoyu's gloomy expression, he didn't dare to linger on Mu Ziling's body, let alone look at her moist and blurred face, for fear that he couldn't bear to wait.

At the end, Long Xiaoyu snorted angrily, and simply buried his face on Mu Ziling's body covered with a thick brocade quilt, not seeing his pure desire.

After a long while, Long Xiaoyu hummed sullenly, and said in a slightly aggrieved tone: "Mumu, I'm really going to be driven crazy by you."

Just now, she didn't resist, and she didn't say no... How could she torment him? Mu Ziling frowned blankly, a little confused.

However, before Mu Ziling finished digesting Long Xiaoyu's words, Long Xiaoyu's voice came muffled again from the brocade quilt.

"...what should I do with you?"

Long Xiaoyu's deep and hoarse voice still had the lingering aftertaste of the turmoil just now, and it seemed that there was a trace of grievance when he listened carefully, and there was a faint sense of collapse in Yarun's voice.

That's right, His Royal Highness Qi Wang, who has always been strategizing and decisively winning thousands of miles away, has something that he can't control for the first time, and he longs for the woman under him but can't get it. How can he not collapse?

What's up with him? What did she do to him... Mu Ziling frowned fiercely, feeling even more depressed in her heart.

She understands all the words Long Xiaoyu said, and she also understands the meaning of the words, but she doesn't understand the deep meaning at all.