Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Hearing the sound inside turned into a small groan, Ye Po took a long breath, glanced at the five fingerprints that he had grabbed on the wall, looked around, palms toward him. Wipe on it to smooth out the trace.

Clapping the grey on his hands, Ye Po said to Ye Shixi, who kept looking up at the sky, "What are you doing?"

"It's still the third master..." Ye Shiyi sighed lightly and whispered.

He worked so hard back then, but every time after a nightmare, no matter how strong she was, she would still tremble for a long time, and she would not be able to recover for a day or two.

"San Ye, it's different after all." After Ye Po said, he turned around and said, "However, I don't care, as long as the master is good, it's fine."

"Huh! Sister said that I am also unique!" Ye Shiyi snorted unwillingly, and walked slowly behind him.

Eavesdropping on Yan San's corner, even if both of them will be discovered, the consequences...

Forget it...

Seeing the two people approaching, Yang Zhaoli, who was leaning on the wall, straightened up. Several people around him also stood up straight, staring at them.

"It's okay, it should be okay..." Ye Po said lightly.

Except for Yan San, they all experienced her nightmare. Inside that strong shell, the heart riddled with holes, even if they tried their best, in the end they just stuck another knife on it.

Sure enough, we still have to start with the original person and smooth out those holes from Yan San.

Let her eyes no longer have haze and worry, just like the first few years, even if it is thrilling, she can face it brilliantly.

The morning sun came in from the window accompanied by the song of birds, and the wind blew the window screens rustling, with a little bit of dew infiltration, quiet and peaceful.

Ling Qingyu squinted slightly, looking at the towering shadow of Yulong Snow Mountain exposed between the wind-blown window screens, sniffing the fresh fragrance of dew, and listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat behind him, only feeling satisfied. Except that her body was so sore that she didn't want to move.

Putting her arms on her waist moved, and squeezed her five fingers into claws on her tender flesh, a lazy voice came from the top of her head: "Awake?"

"No..." Ling Qingyu's voice brought a chuckle, and said: "I'm dreaming~"

The arm resting under her neck was bent, and the slender fingers of the joints lightly stroked her cheek, and the lazy voice said with a smile: "Well, do you want me to help you wake up?"

As he brought a chuckle, the hard and thick guy behind him moved, and Ling Qingyu grabbed his hand and called out with a hint of anger: "Yan San!"

Yan San chuckled lightly, hugged her in her arms, kissed the top of her head, and said: "Then go to bed again, I was tired of you last night~"

Ling Qingyu's cheeks blushed unconsciously. Last night, Yan San's movements were very direct, just filling up the collision all the time. That's how it made her ****, so that her throat became hoarse, such an intense orgasm, It can't stop, it seems like a climax that has been hovering in the sky...

Let her just think about it, and it feels empty below.

"Yan San..."

"Ok?"

"Fill me..."

"Ok……"

Yan San filled her up from behind her, looked at her with a sigh of contentment, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again, not feeling a wry smile at the corners of her mouth.

This person...

It was the same last night, holding him in a posture where the two were joined together, and just fell asleep in peace...

Just like on the ship back then, sleeping so peacefully...

"Little bad guy..." whispered lowly in her ear, Yan San pressed his back slightly, hugged her soft body tightly, and shot out after a few rough breaths, without taking things out. Just hugged her and slept lightly again.

Wu Kun and Liang Jiarong lived alone in a two-bedroom villa. Ling Qingyu was in poor condition yesterday. The men didn't give them two opportunities to get close to Ling Qingyu. They asked Ling Qingyu to go to bed early. If she wanted to go to bed early, she must get up early. , The two were woken up by the alarm clock early in the morning, then packed up and went to the restaurant.

There are already two big table people sitting in the restaurant. The old ladies and old men and the great gods who are said to be writing books are all there, and most of the men are also there, but there is no Ling Qingyu, oh, there are still flowers, oh, and Xiang Shi, To something? Why isn't Xiang Xiong?

Xiang Dongxi is blocking people outside that independent courtyard.

When Hua Dong hummed a small song and opened the door, he was shocked by his speechless sadness and sadness that a 15-year-old boy should have at a 45-degree elevation angle against the courtyard wall. He directly took a step back and asked. :"What are you doing!"

"Hua'er, you see Mr. Yang and they are all injured. Xiaoyu is afraid that he won't go out. Or, let's go shopping by ourselves today?" Xiang Xiong immediately stood up straight, with a mature and steady smile. Asked.

"I have an appointment with Xiaoyu to continue doing the spa today." Hua Dong closed the door and said as she walked to the restaurant.

"You don't need to spend a day in the spa. I rented a bicycle. It only takes more than ten minutes for us to ride to Shuhe. Don't you always want to see it?" Xiang Xixi followed her.

"Yeah." Hua Dong thought for a while, looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky that was so brilliant that it made people feel good, nodded and said: "Alright, I just want to stroll by myself."

and also! Xiang Xiong squeezed his fist secretly, his feet jumped left and right involuntarily, and when Hua moved back in doubt, she returned to her former stable appearance, and said, "Well, let's take a look, and give Xiaoyu some gift back. ."

"Okay."

"What do you think is appropriate?"

"Go take a look, I heard that the clothes of the Naxi people here are very beautiful, Xiaoyu always complains that there is no beautiful clothes to wear."

"No beautiful clothes? How come?"

"This... is a secret..."

The two of them arrived at the restaurant talking and laughing, their eyes swept away, and everyone was there, and two were missing, Ling Qingyu and Yan San.

The old people get up early and have finished their breakfast just like the men. They are drinking tea and listening to Yang Zhao and He Li introducing the surrounding attractions.

"Mom, why don't you go to the Old Town of Lijiang today? Come back in the afternoon and do the spa. Qingyu has already booked the time for you. In the evening, we can go to the night scene again. When we can adapt, let's go climb the Yulong Snow Mountain. Do you think it is feasible?" Yang Zhao pointed to the map.

"Okay, it's okay, we can go by ourselves, and you can raise it in the hotel." Ling Ma smiled. Yesterday they stayed in the car according to the instructions of Yang Zhao and Su Mu. Their vision from the car window was restricted, but they could also see the scene when they dragged the car back. Think about the wounds on their hands, Ling Ma also Feel heartache.

"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it." Yang Zhao smiled.

"It doesn't matter, we old people just walk slowly by themselves, you play with yours." Pan Yinru also smiled. This time, Ling Ma said that it was her daughter’s request, but she did not expect that the specifications were so high. It was indeed the rich people who came to these young people, and they felt embarrassed to let them follow and serve them like servants. .

"Mom, I'll go with you." Su Mu exchanged a cup of hot tea for Ling Ma and smiled.

"Yeah, I was just about to see it too, Mom, I'll stay with you." Cheng Jia took the map from Yang Zhao's hand and smiled.

"We can also be together, Mr. Cheng!" Liang Jiarong and Wu Kun moved their stools and leaned over.