The villain of Quick Transmigration is too deep

Beitang Yao ran into the courtyard in a panic, his untwisted black hair swept up in the wind, his black eyes were full of anxiety, and his red and black robe was a little messed up for some reason.

"Master, Master..."

He searched for Mu Qing's figure everywhere in the courtyard, but he couldn't see him. Then he walked to the steps and pushed open the door of Mu Qing's room.

The furnishings in the room were the same as before, the evening wind came in through the unclosed window, blowing the curtains beside the bed slightly lifted,

Bei Tangyao walked in quickly, but when he approached, he stopped and even breathed lightly.

Through the veiled curtain, a beautiful figure is faintly visible,

Bei Tangyao's anxious brows suddenly darkened and became dangerous. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him.

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, his fingertips were still trembling, the scene in front of him only made his breath stagnate,

The woman in thin pajamas was lying on her side on the bed, her collar was slightly opened because of this position, revealing two touches of snow-white protuberance,

"Master..." Beitang Yao whispered, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he carefully squatted down, leaned on the bed, looked at Mu Qing with intense burning eyes,

He stretched out his hand, gently rubbing Mu Qing's cheek with his fingertips, but clenched his other hand into a fist, as if he was trying to suppress something, a hot air rose from nowhere and spread all over his body, and finally gathered somewhere, making him almost I want to lose my mind,

"Master, Master", he whispered one sentence at a time, the movements of his hands unconsciously increased, and Mu Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

Beitang Yao immediately withdrew his strength, and the remaining rationality urged him to leave immediately, but he couldn't take half a step.

"Ah Yao", Mu Qing opened her eyes slightly, there was a layer of mist in her eyes, she was as pure and ignorant as a newborn baby, and her voice was soft and soft as if she had just woken up, "Ah Yao, what's wrong with you?" ?”

Hearing this soft voice by Beitang Yao's ears only made him more impatient, the palm on Mu Qing's cheek moved slightly, moved to the back of her neck, the other hand wrapped around her waist, and supported her with a little force stand up,

He lowered his head, rubbed his cool lips against Mu Qing's earlobe, and absorbed the faint fragrance of her body with the tip of his nose,

Mu Qing was slightly startled, and stretched out her hand to push his chest, "A Yao, let go!"

Mu Qing's struggle and refusal completely broke Beitang Yao's remaining rationality. He freed one hand to grab Mu Qing's wrist, and lowered his head to find her lips, "Never, don't let me go!"

His eyes are deep,

"Master, Master, you are mine, you are mine..."

Panic flashed in Mu Qing's eyes, she opened her mouth and bit Beitang Yao's lips, and the bloody smell spread from their mouths in an instant.

She stretched out her hand violently to push Beitang Yao away, and her palm fell on Beitang Yao's cheek,

Just listen to the sound of 'pop',

"Master!"

Beitang Yao was amazed, and sat up suddenly, his breathing was short of breath, his forehead was covered with fine sweat,

It took a long time to come back to his senses, he looked up at the moonlight shining outside the window, leaned his back on the head of the bed, stretched out his hand to cover his red eyes, and said with a wry smile, "Dream, so it turned out to be another dream..."

He got up barefoot, lifted the quilt but saw a blur on the bed sheet, his long black eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally turned and left...

in the room

Mu Qing was sleeping soundly, but dreamed of that annoying white wolf chasing her desperately,

Throwing himself on the ground, not to mention, the wet tongue licked his cheeks like smooth hair, wet and sticky, and a big fluffy head kept rubbing against himself, so annoying...

Bei Tangyao looked down at Mu Qing who was sleeping soundly, his eyes were like madness, he buried his head on Mu Qing's shoulder, sniffing her breath greedily and obsessively,

Heavy breathing sounded from the tip of the nose, and the originally loose and loose hair spread out, casually draped over his shoulders, and scattered around Mu Qing's neck...