Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

On the way back to Laoshan Manor, Si Yixuan's lips had a clear and elegant smile, revealing sincere joy in his eyes. Such a good mood makes Wei Ya feel weird! He always felt that his good mood was directed at her.

But the Wen Xinya mixed lazily couldn't get up, so he didn't ask him, but just slept asleep in the car.

Si Yizhen tilted his head to see her sleep sweetly, parked the car on the side of the road, carefully adjusted her posture more comfortably, took off her jacket and lay it on her gently, and placed the air conditioner in the car It was warmer, so I continued driving.

Sleeping sweetly and sweetly, when she woke up, she found she was lying on an agarwood carved bed, and the quaint scent lingered her all around. She almost thought she was lying on the agarwood bed in Mo's boudoir.

She got up from the bed and stretched a lazy waist before she got out of bed. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and she slept for an hour and a half.

Wen Xinya out of the room, did not find Si Yizhen in the room, went to his study.

The door of the study was hidden, and she warmly and quietly pushed in, but she saw Si Yizhen standing in front of the book case and painting, and she walked lightly.

Si Yizhen looked up at her and said, "Wake up, how can you sleep?"

"Eh! Good!" When he was found, he walked over warmly and simply, stood beside him and probed with his head and asked, "What are you drawing?"

Si Yichang changed a thin one, dipped in scarlet paint, and gave her a meaningful look.

He was kind of panicked when he looked at Wen Ya, and looked down. When he saw a long line of rice paper, a cluster of roses was painted, it was gorgeous, the clusters were covered with branches, the leaves were lush, and the flowers were enchanting. They were amazingly beautiful. .

Suddenly she felt how familiar this rose flower was!

She looked intently, where it was familiar, which was clearly the picture she had painted in class before!

Her face suddenly became red, and she could not help thinking of the dream of that night again. She was like a rose branch climbing and winding into various forms, blooming enchanting, mili euphemistically, and silk core spitting.

Even the painting in front of me turned into a picture of men and women intertwined with each other.

By the way, how did you see this picture? Thinking of it this way, she was awake all by herself: "You ... how did you know this picture?"

"Baizhang rose branches, wrapped into a cave. The honey leaves are thick and the flowers are red." Si Yixi smiled and took away a piece of rice paper next to the book case. The rose picture she painted was presented in front of her. What's even more embarrassing is that there are verses left by her handwriting on it!

Si Yizheng's voice seemed to be smudged with ink, with a sloppy mime, chewing the poem with a long accent, as seductive as magic, as seductive as charm, beautiful, extreme, and extravagant.

Her face was bloodshot. Suddenly thought of the paper that had fallen out of the folder at Lanxin Makeup Company, it seems that Si Yizheng got the picture at that time.

Si Yizheng is so clever. His bones are infiltrated with merry-made skeletons. How can he not understand the meaning in this picture.

The entire painting has been completed. Si Yizhen picked up a pen and dipped the ink pen to write the previous verse next to it.

She felt a sense of self-compliance, subconsciously reaching out to take the pen in his hand, or let him continue to write, but still a step slower!

When the painting is finished, the book is ready, and Si Yizhen hangs the painting aside.

Warm and subconscious to grab it!

The footsteps just started, but it turned around for a while. The Wen Xinya back rested on the edge of the book case. Si Yixu bowed her head against her forehead. The lips of the two people were close to each other. The soft tongue brought a hint of sweetness to the chest. Close to her, as if panicing because of her closeness, her fingertips were heavy with ink fragrance, reminding her of the rose flowers just entangled in the painting, and her breathing slowly increased.

"Should that picture be a gift to me?" Si Yiying's lips were against her lips, and her lips touched her between words. If there was nothing, fine friction caused two people. His eyes darkened.

He listened to his voice warmly and elegantly, and she would be in the middle of the deep, with a plea of ​​enthusiasm. She suddenly thought that she had never given anything to Si Yizhen, and could not say anything for a while.

"If I don't speak, I will be the default." Si Yizhen did not give her the opportunity to refuse, and decided to take a selfie.

Warm and subconscious nodded his head.

"Yeah!" Wen Ya felt that her body was light, and the whole person had been embraced by Si Yizhang. She accidentally overturned the pen holder next to her. The pens, dyes, eyebrows, wicker, and open face immediately fell to the ground.

The inside stunned the servants outside, and soon there was a knock at the door.

Si Yiji said in a chilly voice: "It's okay, go on!"

Wen Ya wanted to escape, but Si Yizhen's body fell down instantly, and his lips also fell together, and the pen on the book case continued to roll to the ground.

Delicate and lingering kisses, with a gentle twist on the other side, mixed with heavy desire / color, Wen Xinya were kissed by the spring, but realized that the kiss was always clear and beautiful.

Suddenly, she saw Si Yichen's light gray coat, pressing the delicate embroidery on her long skirt, and the silk satin skirt was lightly wrinkled like petals with a clear texture, blooming in pieces.

Her lips, sweet, soft, delicate, and tender, made him feel insatiable. He kissed her lips lightly, her eyes filled with the intimate joy of two people.

His kiss was not sweet, and he whispered warmly and whispered: "Your mother used to tell you stories about the Buddhist scriptures. I do n’t know if I have told you that when Buddha Sakyamuni was a man, he realized the truth under the bodhi tree. Demon King Bo Xun was afraid that he would become a Buddha, so he asked three women to seduce him. These three people represented lust, greed, and love, respectively, and were later persecuted by Shakyamuni and turned into a true body. "

Si Yizhen kissed her once and asked vaguely, "What are the real bodies of the three women?"

"White bones! All desires are a pile of white bones without flesh and blood." Wen Xinya smiled softly, with a smile of coquettishness, with a proud look between her eyebrows, and a slave between her ankles, trembling gently Beautiful radians.

Si Yizhen's kiss came to a halt, and he carried her into her arms, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist: "Xin Ya ..."

Warm and ya suddenly stuck a finger to his lips: "Don't say sorry, I know you won't hurt me."

Si Yizhen buried her head deep in her neck, took a deep sip of the delicate fragrance of her body, and smashed a series of kisses on her ears.

It feels Wen Xinya. The place where he kissed seems to have beautiful flowers, delicate and beautiful, gentle and beautiful.

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