The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

The clear breath of the man was intertwined with the sweet and greasy breath of the woman, Ling Yunting's eyes became more gentle, and the person in his arms was far more fragrant and sweeter than the peach blossom drunk.

Her kiss was jerky, without the slightest skill, but it moved his heart most.

Mu Zhiqing only felt that the sky was spinning around for a while, until she was breathless and panting, the man released her, and she regained a little consciousness.

"You know now?" Mu Zhiqing looked at him straightforwardly, with seriousness written on her small face, "I'm not a bully!"

Ling Yunting chuckled and nodded, "I know."

Mu Zhiqing just lay on his body like this, looking at the handsome face close at hand, suddenly stretched out her index finger across his cheek.

With warm and soft finger pads across the man's eyes, nose, lips and neck, Ling Yunting looked at the little drunk cat in front of him dryly. Does she know what she is doing?

"It looks really good-looking."

The woman came out with a voice of emotion and surprise, Ling Yun Tingjun's eyes filled with helplessness. At this time, praise him for his beauty?

However, when a restless little hand covered his chest, his eyes gradually deepened, and he looked down at the foolish little guy, only feeling that the flame in his heart became more and more vigorous...

"It feels so good..."

The woman smiled contentedly, and leaned on his chest like a happy cat.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse to rectify her on the spot. With the fishy little guy wrapped in his right hand, he leaned slightly and whispered in her ear.

"My kiss let you kiss, and the touch let you touch, should the madam promise me something?"

The dull and magnetic voice was filled with ambiguity after deliberately suppressing, bewitching the little woman in her arms.

Only then did Mu Zhiqing raised her head and glanced at him blankly, "Huh?"

The man held her hand, and the next second, a cold touch appeared on the finger.

She lowered her head and saw a vintage silver ring on her hand, reflecting a dazzling luster in the sun.

She stared at the ring in her hand blankly, she seemed to be even more drunk, and her head couldn't turn around.

"This... is your ring?"

Ling Yunting put his hands together with her. Two rings of the same style, one large and one small, were a pair.

"No, it's yours." The man's eyes became warmer, "We are a couple."

The woman didn't speak, but just smiled idiotically.

He turned his head, Mingruo Xingchen's eyes were filled with inevitable affection.

"Promise me, don't take it off once you put it on."

The woman lying in his arms, a faint "um" came, and the smile on his lips suddenly became more intoxicating.

He didn't expect Zhiqing to have such an effect after being drunk. It exceeded his expectations, but it was also a surprise.

Unconsciously, his gaze fell on the storage ring. If it weren't for her drunk, it would not be easy for her to accept it.

He had already prepared this ring a long time ago, and he just wanted to find an appropriate time for her to accept it, and now he felt at ease.

only……

The man seemed to realize something suddenly and exhorted: "Madam, you can't drink with men other than me in the future."

However, there was no response in his arms, until the sound of steady breathing came, he laughed dumbly and fell asleep...

...

Mu Zhiqing had a very beautiful dream. In the dream there were peach trees all over the mountains, peach blossoms blooming, fine wine... and beautiful men.

Everything is as beautiful as a dream, but it also makes people blush.

She woke up leisurely, feeling helpless, she was thinking of spring? Even had a spring dream!