Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

The man turned slowly, Bai Ye only felt that his breath was taken away, and all his thoughts had been taken away.

In my eyes.

Only him.

One day is not like Sanqiu, she has countless times to meet him.

His face paled a lot, as if he had recovered from his previous serious injury, but his illness was still unable to conceal his noble aura.

Sick and handsome, Fenghua is still there.

Such two contradictory temperaments, only him in this world, can be perfectly presented.

Behind Bai Ye, in addition to the star's appearance of staring at the star, a few others were stunned.

Love looked at the unparalleled look of the outstanding man in surprise, and then looked down at Xiao Jiu in his arms.

It turned out that ...

The man opened his arms slowly, his eyes were tender and tender, and his life was only one person.

She has changed, she has become more beautiful, and she has become worse.

Bai Ye did not speak, took a deep breath, and rushed straight up to hug him.

He wrapped her under the cape and gently stroked her soft green silk. She tightly embraced his chest and back of Wei Wei'an, afraid that he would leave again if he was not careful.

"I miss you so much." A deep, sexy voice with an undisguised weakness, he wanted to tighten his arms, but he couldn't use any strength at all.

"I won't let you go anymore, you can't go anymore, you are training my willpower, I'm going crazy, do you know?"

[Crazy thinking about what you want.

This is the first time Bai Ye said such a thing.

Emperor Yun's figure trembled slightly, as if exhausting all the remaining strength of the body, and rubbing her heavily into her arms, as if she was going to knead her body into one.

"Ye'er." He kissed her hair, a little stunned.

The combination of the scent and the faint body scent is such a power that is enough to make him drunk.

Bai Ye buried his head deeply in Di Yun's arms, and after a long time, he slowly looked up at him.

Compared with before, his figure was thinner, his pale face made him more like a messenger from hell, lazy and evil.

At this time, he also condensed the white night, as if to make up the difference of these days at once.

A pair of demon pupils are still calm and deep, and the evil spirit in their eyes has not changed from the previous.

Emperor Yun's lips raised, and when the corner of the evil spirit's eyes aimed at the money pouch in her hand, Xiu Mei's eyebrows suddenly picked up.

"When you were not here, did you just talk to men everywhere?"

"No ... no ..."

What can she say?Said it was his illusion just now?Was she venting?

Too frustrated, okay!

Seeing Bai Ye stop talking, Di Yun smiled softer: "So, how many times have the money pouches lost?"

several times?!

If it doesn't work, it must be explained!

Bai Ye immediately clarified: "This time! Really!"

Seeing Emperor Yun's wicked expression like a smile, Bai Ye couldn't help her scalp tingling, and immediately raised her three fingers to make an oath: "I and Red Makeup, the dead woman bet and play, nothing else! I am loyal to you!"

"Uh huh." Emperor Yun snorted twice, not saying or not.

The two froze for a long time, Di Yun finally took her ten fingers and put it in the cold palm: "Your body, recovered well?"

Bai Ye was very moved. In this case, he could still remember his body. This is her ideal peerless man.

"It's already fine, don't worry about me!"

Just when Bai Ye breathed a sigh of relief, the bad man moved closer, breathing against Bai Ye's ear, low and ambiguously hoarse: "So, see you at night, see how I clean up you."