Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious

See the autumn leaves and respond.

Zhu Zhuyun immediately handed the tea in his hand to Ye Qiu with a smile.

Just as Ye Qiu was about to reach over and sip the rim of the tea cup, Zhu Zhuyun quickly stopped his hand and placed the water cup under his narrow heart. Wisps of hot air spread to the black lace dress.

The looming snow-white ditch.

With Ye Qiu's eyesight, he could naturally see clearly.

Zhu Zhuyun raised his hand and pressed it on the back of Ye Qiu's head, smiled charmingly and said, "Xiao Qiu, drink it."

Seeing that the position of the cup of tea was starting to look bad, Ye Qiu moved his lips and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Sister Zhuyun"

Without waiting for Ye Qiu to say anything more.

Zhu Zhuyun's hand on the back of his head began to exert force, pushing Ye Qiu to the cup of tea.

Holding Ye Qiu's neck with one hand, he held the teacup in the other hand and placed it in the ditch.

Ye Qiu's breath and the remaining warmth of the tea warmed Zhu Zhuyun's heart.

Suck!

In this situation, Ye Qiu did not refuse.

Hugging Zhu Zhuyun's slim body, biting the porcelain cup and taking a sip.

Zhu Zhuyun adjusted his body and poured all the tea into Ye Qiu's mouth.

At the same time, Ye Qiu suddenly felt a little short of breath, and his handsome face seemed to be in a prison.

While drinking tea, I washed my face.

clatter!

Drink all the tea.

Zhu Zhuyun put the cup in his hand on the table, held Ye Qiu's head in his arms, and wiped his mouth.

"Oh~Sister Zhuyun!"

Ye Qiu's voice came from Zhu Zhuyun's arms. He held the slender waist with both hands and couldn't help but use some strength. Zhu Zhuyun didn't feel pain, but it was very itchy.

It took a lot of effort for Ye Qiu to get out of the soft connection.

"Sister Zhuyun, it's really time for me to go."

"Well Xiaoqiu, I'll wait for you here tomorrow."

Zhu Zhuyun didn't bother much, he hugged Ye Qiu, sandwiched his wet and straight legs, raised his red lips and gave him a fiery kiss.

Ye Qiu looked at it, swallowed it, and tasted it for a while.

Then he disappeared into the dark secret room.

Only Zhu Zhuyun was left, with a silly smile on his face, his red lips pursed and squirming, as if he was savoring the taste of Ye Qiu.

…

Yuexuan, top floor.

When Ye Qiu appeared in Tang Yuehua's room, his eyes immediately looked towards the bed.

When he left, the lights in the room should have been turned off, but now they were brightly lit.

You don't need to think too much to know that it was Tang Yuehua who woke up.

He looked up.

What caught his eye was Tang Yuehua, who was wearing loose pajamas of goose-yellow silk and seemed to have just woken up.

The gray-blue hair that was originally tied up was now hanging casually on the back of her head. Her noble face was still a bit sleepy, but when she saw Ye Qiu, it was filled with love and attachment.

"Autumn."

Tang Yuehua's voice was gentle, and she stretched out her hands toward Ye Qiu, opening them slightly.

The neckline of the nightgown was slightly open, as if unable to rest on the smooth fragrant shoulders, exposing the smooth and fluorescent shoulders, as well as the round pair, which were also half-covered.

Under the illumination of the light, her delicate body looked even more round and plump.

"Yuehua, you're awake."

Ye Qiu quickly stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently lifted up Tang Yuehua's fallen clothes.

Across the silk, the smoothness of the fragrant shoulder still makes people's hearts flutter, and Tang Yuehua's light and elegant body fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, making people want to stop.

"Um."

Tang Yuehua nodded slightly, hugged Ye Qiu and leaned on his shoulder.

The fragrance on Ye Qiu's body that belonged to another girl could not escape her as a woman.

He leaned towards Ye Qiu's lips, kissed him gently, caressed his little man's body, and asked: "Which sister is Qiu looking for?"

Ye Qiu pondered for a moment, hugged Tang Yuehua, smelled the fragrance on her hair, and told the truth: "Zhuqing's sister, Zhu Zhuyun, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family."

Regarding Tang Yuehua's character, Ye Qiu would not hide anything from her. She was sensible and gentle, and could be said to be the most perfect candidate for a big wife during the feudal era.

Managing Yuexuan, he was able to get along well in the imperial capital, and his ability was evident.

"Zhuqing's sister?"

Tang Yuehua was only slightly surprised, curious as to when Ye Qiu got involved with the other party.

Without saying much, he just asked calmly:

"Does Sister Zhuqing know?"

"Of course she knows."

Ye Qiu hugged Tang Yuehua's body, caressed it gently, held the delicate body, rounded and flattened it in his hands, pinched the buttocks, and squeezed it gently.

Tang Yuehua grabbed Ye Qiu's clothes and let out a sigh. He lowered his eyes and looked at the warm baby on his belly, with a bit of shyness in his eyes.

He said softly: "It's getting late, Qiu, let's go to bed early."

"good."

Ye Qiu nodded and let go of the continuous soft flesh in his hand.

Tang Yuehua gently unbuttoned Ye Qiu's collar and took off his coat.

Soon, Ye Qiu lay down on the quilt.

Tang Yuehua, on the other hand, blushed and looked at her hands, feeling the warmth just now.

He lowered his head and looked at his plump and graceful figure. He put his arms around his body and gently supported his plump and round body. The two bright white full moons seemed to jump out of the loose nightgown.

"Yuehua?"

Ye Qiu raised his eyes and looked at Tang Yuehua strangely, who was still sitting on the bed.

Tang Yuehua pursed her red lips, looking at her narrow mind, and seemed to have made some kind of determination. Even if she couldn't have some in-depth exchanges with Ye Qiu now, she could still put it in the ditch and sandbank, It's good to talk to each other.

Holding her body, Tang Yuehua's face glowed brightly and she said softly:

"Qiu, please bring me the stockings."

"ha?"

Ye Qiu was a little confused, but he still reached out to the pile of clothes beside the bed, pushed aside the sexy underwear, took out the flesh-colored stockings, and handed them to Tang Yuehua.

"Yuehua, should I turn off the lights?"

"Well, close it."

Tang Yuehua nodded, stretched her stockings, put them behind her head, picked up her hair, and tied it up with her stockings.

puff!

Ye Qiu has already turned off the light.

He reached out to hug Tang Yuehua and lay her down on the bed to share the same bed.

But it was all in vain, and he only caught a large piece of smooth and soft material. He took it in his hand and inspected it. It was just Tang Yuehua's nightgown.

…

In the dark.

Ye Qiu was stunned, and suddenly he wanted to sit up and look for it, but he froze just as he was about to move. He already felt some sharp and unfamiliar threats, as well as the narrow pressure.

Like gentle water waves, it rolled over Ye Qiu's body and continued to ripple.

Ye Qiu lay alone on the bed, exhaling a long breath of hot breath, holding the quilt on his abdomen with both hands, and caressing it gently.

At midnight, the whole Yuexuan was quiet.

Ye Qiu could feel the heavy breathing, the hot and humid fragrance, and the warm and jade-like feeling, tightly surrounding him.

Ye Qiu, who was squinting his eyes and tensing his body, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up like a carp trying to stand upright.

He opened his eyes, sat up, hugged the quilt in his arms tightly, bent down and pressed it several times, and let out a long sigh of relief. (End of chapter)