beautiful woman at home

The girl suddenly fell to this side, the bamboo roll that was originally placed between her knees fell to one side, her soft breath fell to her cheeks, Ye Ran fell back in a daze.

Bamboo rolls were scattered beside the couch, skirts and robes were scattered all over the place, and the slender black hair hung down and dyed the side of the face with fallen leaves, as if permeated with a fragrance different from that of the incense burner.

Ye Ran protects the girl in front of her, the warmth lingering on her lips, the way of intimacy is very stupid, but her heart is like a tight string, the pain is very painful but she is willing to indulge in it.

Those bright eyes were not as agile as before, as if they were covered with a layer of fog.

She, is she unconscious?

The delicate fragrance from the nose floated to Ye Ran's heart, as if it was stained with a drug that made people fascinated, Ye Ran's breath was unsteady, and the fingertips trembled lightly on the back of the girl's neck.

The restless girl fell down in her arms with a muffled sound. Ye Ran stretched out her hand to protect the unconscious girl. Her pale cheeks were already blushing, and the cold eyes were already full of lust.

The incense was originally intended to suppress Ye Ran's unconscious smell, so it was a bit toxic, but at this moment Ye Ran felt his blood was boiling and his heart was trembling.

Ye Ran hugged the slender girl tightly, and swallowed the elixir with one hand, her brows seemed to be tangled and full of torment, the inner room was silent, as if no one had ever been there.

The originally bright inner room had darkened at some point, and the blush on Ye Ran's cheeks subsided quietly, and the aphrodisiac smell permeated the inner room before it dissipated.

The girl who didn't know what was going on was nestled on the low couch, as quiet as if she had fallen into a coma.

The surrounding window sills were open, and Ye Ran bent over to pick up the scattered bamboo rolls. One side of her long hair fell to her ear, and her fingertips gently lifted the long hair. There was still a lingering desire in her usually quiet eyes that had not faded.

The cool evening wind swayed the leaf-dyed ink-colored skirt, and the dazzling sunset dyed the inner room a fiery red color, and even the leaf-dyed skirt was stained with a bit of brilliance.

Not long after, the person on the couch woke up slowly. Ye Ran didn't approach, but stood stubbornly by the window.

Dizzy Wen Zijin sat up halfway, unable to remember what happened, his eyes were misty and looked innocent.

Wen Zijin sat half-kneeling and looked sideways at the figure by the window, "Sister Ye, is Zijin asleep?"

"Yeah." Ye Ran leaned against the window, did not take a step, but looked at the obedient and obedient girl quite seriously, "Have you seen any outsiders recently, young master?"

Previously, other monster spells could be faintly detected from the girl, but they didn't last long. When Ye Ran searched carefully again, the spells had faded away.

Wen Zijin, who came down from the low couch, stretched out his hands to straighten his wrinkled robes, and responded somewhat puzzled: "Recently, Zijin has been busy with homework, and Zijin hasn't seen any outsiders."

Wen Zijin stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, and was about to get closer, but unexpectedly, Sister Ye on the other side seemed to deliberately avoid approaching, but kept a certain distance.

The inner room is very spacious, Wen Zijin stopped hesitantly, not quite understanding what went wrong, so he could only call out in a low voice:

"Sister Ye?"

Ye Ran rested her fingers lightly by the window, looking relaxed and at ease, but actually very nervous, afraid of smelling the fragrance of the girl again.

"What's wrong?" Ye Ran calmed down and tried to maintain a high degree of defense.

But the girl stopped not far away in a daze, sensing Ye Ran's vigilance as if injured.

The light of the setting sun was swallowed by the darkness little by little, and the inner room that was not equipped with lamps gradually became darker.

Wen Zijin was very sad, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Sister Ye, do you hate Zijin?"

Ye Ran watched the girl's eyes turn red, and couldn't say the words she wanted to prevaricate, so she had to change her words: "No, I'm just a little tired today."

"That Zijin, go and ask the doctor to come and have a look." Wen Zijin raised his hand and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes carelessly with his robe on, then turned around and was about to leave the inner room.

"No need." Ye Ran raised his hand to hold the slender hand under the overly loose robe. The warmth touched by the fingertips is a temperature unique to human beings, and only a girl's limbs can be so slender and soft, like a newborn lotus root. If you use too much force, you will hurt her.

Wen Zijin stared blankly at Sister Ye who was close in front of her, and suddenly her heart beat extremely fast again, the rosiness in the corners of her eyes had not disappeared, and her little face also turned red.

The strange fragrance that was lingering in the nose seemed to be much stronger, Wen Zijin said with blushing cheeks, "It smells so good."

Ye Ran let go of his hand calmly, took a few steps back and asked, "Is the smell heavy?"

"No, it smells good." Wen Zijin praised without knowing it, and wanted to ask Sister Ye what kind of spice she used.

Unexpectedly, the previously placed smoker has disappeared, and this strange fragrance seems to be coming from Sister Ye.

Wen Zijin sniffed the probe curiously, without concealing his movements at all, and even took the initiative to get closer.

Ye Ran's cheeks were blushed again, but he couldn't say a word, so he had to squeeze his thin lips tightly.

This breath is Ye Ran's unique taste.

According to the habits of pythons, only the matching male pythons can recognize this special smell, so as to find the female pythons.

The girl's bold and straightforward behavior is simply asking Ye Ran to please her face to face.

The desire that had been suppressed by Ye Ran before was rekindling like a spark of fire.

When the blood boiled again, Ye Ran clearly saw python scales faintly appearing on the drooping black skirt, obviously unable to suppress the surging desire.

No.

Appearing at this time will definitely scare her!

The author has something to say: First of all, I would like to thank 29 lovely readers who silently clicked on the favorite support today (≧3≦)

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