Chapter 1912 (1/2)

After choosing a simple and elegant dress, Murong turned her body sideways, glanced at the busy figure beside the bed and saw that the curtains were all pulled up. After thinking about it, she gave up the idea of going to the bathroom. With the shelter of the cabinet, she directly took the bathrobe away from her back.

Looking back at the news, longyuqun looks back casually, a touch of ice and jade graceful lines as if a snake is fleeting away, astringed his eyes, a while of longyuqun but his teeth are all giggling after biting:

this woman is really dishonest! Did little fox spirit support you? Change your clothes and seduce him? Sooner or later, he has to account for her, the little fairy!

Obviously or impatiently, Longyu balks and presses down with his strength secretly, and can't help puckering up his eyebrows:

this is the instinct of men in the legend? Is it because of the depression for too long? Does the body instinctively protest that once it wakes up, it can't control it? She, how can he?

This kind of woman is never his dish!

A soft and graceful gentle posture suddenly appeared in my mind. With a light smile, it was quiet and elegant, just like the orchid blooming in the empty valley. It was indifferent and peaceful. It could not fight or rob, but it made everything lose its color.

After changing her clothes, Murong Yunchang went to the bed and opened her mouth. Then she saw that longyuqun was surrounded by cold air, and her face was black. It seemed that there was a sad atmosphere. Unconsciously, she paused:

who made this man unhappy? How could you change your face?

Turning her small hand over, she looked down at her clothes and said, ”nothing wrong?”? Don't hit the gun again at this time! She doesn't want to be a live target!

He caught the faint green muscle beating on his clenched fist. With breath, Murong Yunchang didn't dare to move for a long time, let alone disturb him.

Immersed in the past thoughts, Longyu balun seemed to be hollowed out for a long time. Until a slight tummy rumble came, he suddenly returned to his mind and searched for fame. He saw Murong Yunchang standing with her head half lowered, caressing her belly, and her face was pitiful. At this time, her hair was tied into a low ponytail, and her white face was powdered Weishi, a slightly loose semi casual dress, simple style, without any extra decorations, the design of the straight tube adds a small lotus leaf swing, with a pair of beautiful legs and legs more straight and slender, fade the enchanting charm of the whole body, more beautiful, just like a clear lotus, blooming silently.

The posture in front of me coincides with some image in my memory slowly, I get up slowly, and the sight of Longyu Qun is obviously distracted for two seconds.

At this time, he raised his eyelids and looked at him. Murong's clothes murmured: ”can we go now? I'm starving to death ~ ”

the low soft voice seems to be squeezed out of my throat, very light, so light that I'm not sure whether Murong yunshang will come out or not. Did he hear it.

When are you busy? I'm starving! In a trance, another gorgeous face flickered past. At the same time, it seemed that there was a voice that haunted him in the midnight dream. Sweet, grievance and hidden resentment. In a moment, the thoughts of longyuqun that had not yet been recalled floated down, and could not help but murmur:

”a-luo ～”

didn't hear clearly for a while, tilted his head Lifting his eyes, Murong Yunchang unconsciously twisted his eyebrows and looked at him: ”hello? What? ”

What is he talking about?

A spirited, long Yuqun is suddenly pulled back to reality, but his vision is unconsciously another meal:

because at this time, Murong yunshang tilts his small head, as if he is looking at people's posture from one side or from below the same as someone at that time, even his small expression is similar.