Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

In Zhengyang Palace, Li Ziliang looked at Li Chongjin aloft with mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't expect that the woman he was thinking of would stay by his side all the time.

He had suspected that Li Chongjin was the woman before, and he had asked Li Chongjin, but he denied them all.

The reason why he left so happily back then was that he was unwilling to accept the news that she had passed away, and that he found out that he was still trying to kill a man by killing her.

However, now that he knew all the truth, he suddenly felt that he was too stupid and stupid.

"Jin'er..." Li Ziliang looked at Li Chongjin and said.

Li Chongjin's hand paused, as if he hadn't heard such an intimate address.

"Uncle Xiaohuang is here, what's the point?"

Li Ziliang really hated Li Chongjin's indifferent appearance. He stepped forward quickly, walking directly to the hall, and then firmly hugged Li Chongjin.

Li Chongjin struggled, and whispered: "Little emperor knows, the sin of the emperor is frivolous?"

Li Ziliang sneered, did not speak, but lowered his head and kissed Li Chongjin's lips fiercely.

The soft lips with a hint of fragrance just pressed against his lips, making him want to stop.

He sticks out his tongue and slyly puts it into her mouth, sweeping her mouth.

The soft tongue ran across the hard teeth, perfectly poking her sensitive spots, Li Chongjin's body trembled, and he groaned.

Li Ziliang was stimulated by this sound, her voice was all over his head.

He unceremoniously tore open Li Chongjin's dragon robe, and Li Chongjin's beautiful figure was instantly exposed to him.

"Jin'er..." Li Ziliang bit Li Chongjin's ear and called her name lowly.

Li Chongjin's indifferent expression gradually became tinged with a hint of love. She was clutching Li Ziliang's sleeves with a trace of tears in her eyes.

The past two ups and downs were all when she was not very clear about her mind.

Today, her thinking is very clear, she clearly knows what Li Ziliang is doing, and she also clearly knows what she is doing.

She wanted to escape, but she yearned for Li Ziliang's warmth so much.

She was actually a little tired, sitting in this high throne, really tired, and too lonely.

Li Ziliang's body is very hot, and she can't wait to catch the heat.

Li Ziliang's big hands walked up her body, her body matched him, and there was an ambiguous moan in her mouth.

Su Xiaomeng's question suddenly flashed across Li Chongjin's mind.

"Do you love him?"

Li Chongjin snorted, love? If greed for his warmth is love, then she thinks, she loves him, right?

Li Chongjin's hands clung to Li Ziliang's neck, and she actively adjusted her posture so that Li Ziliang could enter her body smoothly.

When the two merged, a tear came out of Li Chongjin's eyes.

Li Ziliang piously and lovingly kissed away the tears from the corner of her eye, and whispered in Li Chongjin's ear with a heavy gasp:

"I love you."

Li Chongjin evoked a smile, unusually coquettish.

"I love you too."

In the main hall, there were ambiguous sounds, and the candlelight flashed, projecting the shadows of the two on the wall, which was an extremely entangled picture.