White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

The man's gaze seems to be addictive, the corners of his lips are slightly curved, and his tone is loose: "Why is Qiuqiu so afraid of me?"

As he spoke, he held him tightly in his arms, and lightly touched his soft cheek with his fingertips.

Lan Qiu bit her lip lightly, seeing this man's appearance in her eyes, she dared not speak.

The man in front of him was handsome and almost bewitching, with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thin lips slightly raised, and a well-defined outline. His black hair was loosely tied with a headband, exuding a sense of unruliness for no reason.

"I..." Lan Qiu whispered, but couldn't say anything.

This man, Fu Yin, the master of the demon world, is also his master.

Fu Yin lifted Lan Qiu's chin lightly with his fingertips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at that face, the emotions in his eyes were deep and burning.

He covered Lan Qiu's eyes with his palms, watching the other party's expression gradually becoming dazed.

Fu Yin put the person on the bed, raised his hand lightly, and the thin red gauze curtain slowly fell down.

Lan Qiu opened his eyes, but his eyes were empty and out of focus, his lips were slightly parted, his long black hair was spread out, and his body was covered with red rose petals, black and red interlaced, clearly demonic.

The corners of Fu Yin's lips hooked slightly, and Lan Qiu's appearance was reflected in his eyes. Large swaths of lotus patterns bloomed on the edge of the clothes, and the exposed calf bones were even, like a perfect work of art.

Fu Yin caressed Lan Qiu's cheek almost obsessively, and murmured in a low voice: "Qiuqiu."

He leaned over and kissed Lan Qiu's lips, not deeply, but gently, and he left with the slightest touch.

"Hmm..." Lan Qiu groaned unconsciously, his voice became extra soft, like a small animal. .

Fu Yin touched Lan Qiu's neck lightly, and the black blood vessels were particularly obvious.

Lan Qiu's appearance is still in the form of a young man, his appearance is stunningly beautiful, even his figure is sickly and slender, his skin is that pale color, and now his face has lost that cool color, looking Very lovable.

He looked at Fu Yin with dull eyes.

Fu Yin's eyes moved slightly, his fingers slid down his calf, gently encircling his thin ankle, his petal-like toes curled up slightly, and there was a little light pink in his fair complexion.

A golden bell suddenly appeared in his hand, and he gently wrapped the light golden chain around his slender ankle, and the small golden bell made a crisp sound with his movements.

The smile on Fu Yin's lips was very shallow, but it revealed a kind of tenderness. He held Lan Qiu's cheek, his eyes seemed to be looking at a treasure, and with a strong possessive desire, he pressed a kiss on the corner of Lan Qiu's lips. .

The magnetic voice murmured: "Qiuqiu will never escape from me for the rest of her life."

"Fu Yin." A broken voice overflowed from Lan Qiu's lips, his eyes were still absent-minded.

Fu Yin gently pushed aside the strands of black hair on Lan Qiu's cheeks, leaned into Lan Qiu's ear and said softly: "Qiuqiu, drink that bottle of medicine for him and destroy him, this is to save him. "

His voice seemed to come from the clouds, ethereal, faintly in the ear.

A ray of sunlight in the morning came through the window, and the crow-colored eyelashes were dyed a light gold. Lan Qiu opened his eyes in a trance. He was leaning against the wall. Duan Yixuan was lying quietly beside him, his face pale, Weakness in breathing.

The picture in memory is like a dream.

Lan Qiu's gaze stayed on the table next to it, on which was a blue jade bottle.

His fingers clenched, and he knew it wasn't a dream.