Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 81

An Ning lowered her head, and bit his shoulder, then licked lightly with the tip of her tongue, slid to his collarbone, all the way down, took the dogwood on his chest, and gnawed lightly.

But the young man didn't refuse, he just pursed his lips and endured, "I'm not wrong, Your Highness is... hiss... um..."

An Ning lay on his chest, raised her eyes, winked like silk, and breathed like blue, "Who said that the king doesn't care anymore, huh?"

"That's right." The young man suppressed his words, his thin lips pursed into a beautiful line, his blue eyes half-squinted, filled with mist, and his charming look was natural, even his voice was bewitching.

Being good-looking means that she can do whatever she wants, she doesn't even have the slightest temper when someone is so difficult to coax her, and she still wants to laugh.

An Ning reached out to caress the young man's eyebrows, outlined his delicate face, tapped the alluring lips with her fingertips, and asked frivolously, "Qiwu, are you angry with me?"

An Ning leaned closer again, her lips rested on his sexy Adam's apple, and breathed out, "If you keep on being angry like this, I won't talk to you anymore."

"One..." Move your finger away.

"Two..." He looked up.

"Three..." An Ning's eyes grew colder, she turned around and headed back to the shore.

Halfway through, his legs were held by someone, his body was pulled violently, and he fell into the water.

An Ning took a sip of water and finally poked her head out to face a pair of blue eyes.

Under the surface of the water, the boy was almost covering her body, his legs were entangled, completely imprisoning her.

With extraordinary strength and extraordinary flexibility, An Ning frowned and looked at him with a half-smile, "Aren't you angry?"

Under the dim moonlight, the young man's eyes were misty and sparkling, his pursed lips were slightly parted, and his voice was pure and hoarse, "Your Highness, I want you right now, right now."

As soon as the words fell, his lips pressed against each other with a hot temperature. During the entanglement, the lips and tongue were full of each other's breath, ambiguous and charming.

When his lips fell on her neck, An Ning curled her lips and smiled carelessly, "That day, you fell from upstairs. What if I didn't save you?"

"This slave is dead..." The young man buried his head in her neck, his warm breath spraying on her skin.

Putting his fingers on the young man's shoulders, the tentacles were hot and smooth, An Ning chuckled, "No way, you are very skilled in martial arts, you may even surpass me."

"Your Highness..." The young man paused, pursed his red lips, and his blue eyes gleamed with a dim light.

"Do you know why I suspect you?" An Ning bent her lips and pressed her lips to his ear, her laughter remained the same, "That day, I saw the vines that you cut off, and the wounds on Miss Sanhuang... "

Behind the girl's waist, the boy clenched his fingertips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, can you blame the slave?"

An Ning chuckled, "You didn't harm me, why should I blame you?"

The young man raised his eyes, the tails of his eyes turned up, and his blue eyes were slightly clear with excitement, "Ah Jiu, since you have read my mind, then I don't have to pretend anymore."

"Ok?"

"I, Feng Qiwu, the heir of the late emperor's daughter Feng Yu." The young man's red lips twitched, and his slender white fingers were slightly raised. Before they were touched, the girl's belt was quietly loosened, and flowed along with the invisible force. go……

Suddenly everything was visible in front of her chest, An Ning:...

Feng Qiwu wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her close to him.

Intentionally or unintentionally, his fingertips twirled, rubbed, and rubbed gently on her back. The young man's eyes were a little harsh and flattering, and his lips slightly raised. I?"

Just as An Ning was about to speak, the young man's lips pressed up domineeringly, making an ambiguous voice.

In a blink of an eye, the young man put his mouth on her earlobe and said softly, "Ah Jiu doesn't speak, so I'll just accept it."

An Ning's hands were forced to wrap around his neck, and she narrowed her eyes and asked, "I have a choice, huh?"

The young man hugged her even tighter, and their legs became closer and closer under the water. The young man's lips curled up in a seductive arc, "No matter what Ah Jiu says, I will filter it into what I like to hear."

"for example?"

"Listen," the young man wrapped his arms around her waist and sank into the water, his blue eyes glowed with lingering water-like light, and the ambiguous voice between his lips moved slowly, "You really want..."

"Uh..." An Ning, "You will definitely regret it."

The lips met, drowning the last note, and the boy proved "never" with his actions.

There are sparkling waves on the lake surface and undercurrents surging under the water.

The lovesickness that penetrates the bones, the lingering love that lasts forever, the two entangled bodies are sinking and floating in the water, ripples are everywhere, and they are hearty.

The night passed quietly, and the morning light dimmed.

In the Yangxin Pavilion, the two of them still didn't have a single thread on their bodies, only a thin quilt, the autumn cold was slightly cool, but their bodies were still warm.

An Ning blinked, and her eyes drifted to the young man beside her.

From the bottom of the water to the forest, to the carpet and bed of Yangxin Pavilion...

An Ning raised her hand to touch her lips, so how many rounds did they fight?

His hand carelessly touched the corner of his eye. The mask had long since been discarded. His soft tentacles made the annoying scar disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Heh..." An Ning, who was asleep, secretly rejoiced, "That's right, sleeping with this guy will give you strange divine power. When you reach the space, you can absorb another wave."

The suspicion in his heart was confirmed, and the corners of An Ning's mouth curled up happily.

The young man has a tight waist, perfect body shape, jade-like skin, feels good, uses it well, has good physical strength, and the extra effect is actually very good.

An Ning was very satisfied. After putting on the new mask, she lowered her head and lay on the boy's chest, and raised her hand to squeeze his waist.

The young man's long eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his eyes slightly. He looked at her tenderly, and his beautiful lips were slightly open, very seductive.

An Ning rubbed his flower-like lips and said deliberately, "It was you who seduced this king."

The young man's blue eyes seemed to be on fire, his delicate cheeks were slightly red, his lips moved slightly, and he softly said, "Well..."

He clasped An Ning's wrist, lifted it above his head, and bent down.

Under the cool morning light, the two figures were once again covered together, inseparable.

In Zhanwang's mansion, the news that Zhanwang favored Qiwu in Nanfeng Pavilion spread like wildfire.

It was noon when An Ning woke up, and Feng Qiwu had already left.

An Ning put her hands behind her head and listened to the system report [Ding!Favorability is 99! 】

An Ning raised her eyes lazily, "Whose property is this time?"

【target. 】

An Ning: Yeah.

[Host, why does wearing a cuckold also increase liking? 】

"I'd rather love someone else than him. I probably made up a love-hate entanglement in my brain. Thinking about the comparison between the past and the present, I feel sorry for me." An Ning frowned, "I hate this kind of sudden lowness. "

[...] Host, do you know that you are so heartless?

No matter how long Feng Qiwu had disappeared, An Ning had been traveling outside the mansion for as long.

Half a month later, An Ning had just returned home and was about to go to bed when the door was knocked open and Ru Zhi crawled in, crying, "Your Highness, please save the young master, the eldest princess, the eldest princess has captured the young master—" —”

(End of this chapter)