Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

Big teardrops burst from the sockets of his eyes.

Seeing An Lingqing suddenly drop golden beans in a daze, Nangong Ye hurriedly asked, "An Ling, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Is there something wrong?"

After speaking, Nangong Ye moved closer to check An Lingqing up and down, but An Lingqing stopped crying suddenly, and looked at Nangong Ye with red eyes, just when Nangong Ye was at a loss , he leaned forward and bit Nangong Ye's lips hard, then smiled happily and said, "An Ling likes my husband."

Pfft... At this moment, Nangong Ye felt as if he was about to vomit blood due to an internal injury. His drunken daughter-in-law was...too unpredictable...

Deciding not to pay any attention to An Lingqing's actions, Nangong Ye washed his body with spring water, and then carried him back to the house. Regardless of his wet clothes, Nangong Ye found a dry cloth for An Ling Qing wiped off his body, put him on the bed, and covered him with a silk quilt.

Just as he was about to change into his wet clothes, An Lingqing grabbed Nangong Ye's corner of his clothes. He pulled off the silk quilt covering his body with one hand, pouted, and got up from the bed naked. Kneeling and sitting in front of Nangong Ye.

Nangong Ye looked down and felt that he was a bit overwhelmed. He had been separated for a long time, and his lovesickness had long been deep in his bones. He had no other thoughts because he was worried about An Lingqing before, but now he saw An Lingqing's fair body under the light of candlelight. It was as lustrous as jade, and Nangong Ye's face gradually turned red and hot.

Swallowing his saliva, Nangong Ye turned his head away, pretending to be calm and said, "An Ling, be good, let go."

Shaking his head, An Lingqing watched Nangong Ye turn his head away, his mouth pouting higher, but he didn't say anything, just sat up on his knees, and then stretched out his hand to untie Nangong Ye's lapel.

A pair of soft little hands rubbed back and forth on his chest. Nangong Ye felt a little dry. He took a deep breath, turned his head, stretched out his hand to hold An Lingqing's hand, and said softly, "An Ling sit down obediently. Don't move, let me take a shower, okay?"

Tilting his head, An Lingqing blinked his big eyes, pursed his mouth a little bit aggrievedly, but his hands were still tightly grasping and refusing to let go, and said softly, "Master, don't you want An Ling to serve you? Xianggong undresses, does Xianggong not want An Ling?"

Looking up, An Lingqing's big wet eyes were stained with a pitiful begging look, the faint sadness actually made his pupils more beautiful, so beautiful that Nangong Ye's eyes straightened.

Feeling a bit blocked and speechless, Nangong Ye listened to An Lingqing calling out "Sanggong" one by one, and felt that the spring water in his heart was disturbed by the soft voice, and the evil fire in his heart was burning. It's even more prosperous.

Afraid of scaring An Lingqing, Nangong Ye still forced a gentle smile, stretched out his hand to touch An Lingqing's head, and comforted him softly, "Why, An Ling is Nangong Ye's most precious little daughter-in-law. !"

"Hey..." An Lingqing grinned sweetly as soon as he heard it, then he straightened up and kissed Nangong Ye's mouth, and continued to undress him happily, still muttering, "I know that Xianggong loves you the most." Anling is here!"

Sighing silently in the bottom of his heart, Nangong Ye felt that An Lingqing's slow undoing of his wet clothes was really a sweet and painful torture.

Clenching his fists tightly, Nangong Ye closed his eyes and took a deep breath, kept chanting the meditation mantra silently, trying to suppress the scattered desires, he just didn't want to scare An Lingqing, he didn't want him = An Lingqing was unhappy, so he could only wrong himself to be satisfied An Lingqing's "game" at this moment.

After finally taking off his clothes, An Lingqing reached out to the edge of Nangong Ye's trousers. Nangong Ye was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold An Lingqing's hand. His voice was already a little strangely deep, and he frowned. , said in a deep voice, "An Ling, let go."

Maybe it was because the tone was a bit harsh, but An Lingqing immediately stretched out his head unhappily and bit Nangong Ye's hand that was holding his hand, then raised his head and said loudly, "Don't let go, Mr. Tell An Ling to take off your clothes for you! An Ling will serve Xianggong, no matter what, let him go!"

Nangong Ye stared at An Lingqing quietly for a moment, finally let go of his hand with some helplessness, then turned his head away, pretending not to care, but sighed softly in his heart, "Daughter-in-law... I can't help it later, Mrs. I don't care if you cry!"

"Sir, raise your feet."

Hearing An Lingqing's voice, Nangong Ye turned his head subconsciously, and then raised his foot. At this moment, he saw the scene that made his blood spurt, and saw An Lingqing obediently kneeling beside his feet, holding his Putting his pants aside, he looked up at him longingly.

The flushed face from drinking, the big clear eyes, and the slightly opened mouth all made him throb, but what made him even more excited was that An Lingqing suddenly looked at his legs curiously. He stretched out his hand to touch something in between curiously, Nangong Ye gasped and clenched his fists tightly.

Seeing the change in the thing, An Lingqing tilted his head in doubt, then raised his head and bent his mouth, pointed at it and said sweetly, "Sir, do you want An Ling?"

What scene could be more emotional than this?

The answer is no, what's more, Nangong Ye has never been Liu Xiahui, if he didn't fear that his agitation would scare An Lingqing and hurt An Lingqing, he would have bullied him long ago.

So, at this moment, the string in Nangong Ye's heart finally broke. He bent down, lowered his head, stretched out his hand to lift An Lingqing's chin, narrowed his narrow and evil phoenix eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Then Anling's wife?"

An Lingqing's smile became sweeter and sweeter, even his big eyes narrowed. He nodded his head fiercely, and replied obediently, "An Ling belongs to the husband." Ye stretched out his arms and begged in a coquettish and soft voice, "Hold me!"

With a light wave of the palm, the candle light was extinguished, the bed curtain fell, and the shallow ambiguous murmur began to reverberate. The tentacles were tender skin, and the breath was faintly scented with wine.

Inside the bed curtain, there was a thick spring blooming, An Lingqing's face was so red that he seemed to be bleeding from tears, and his shy low-pitched singing slowly turned into a constant up and down moan. He hugged Nangong Ye's neck with both hands, squinted his eyes and leaned forward to kiss his face, lips, neck, and earlobes, calling out, "Msanggong..."

The dark blue silk spread out, covering the bed with indescribable wind and moon, the corners of An Lingqing's slightly narrowed eyes were full of spring, and there were small crystal tears in the corners of the eyes that were condensed because of joy, and then Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, dripped on the sheets, and disappeared.

At the beginning of the cloud and rain break, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, An Lingqing put his head against Nangong Ye's neck and rubbed it lightly, like a contented cat, he breathed out a mouthful of alcohol-scented breath contentedly, and fell asleep sweetly And go, go to the dream to find the fluttering butterfly wings, to chase the rainbow erected after the rain.

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.

But so that the owner can be drunk, I don't know where it is.

The author has something to say: Ruoxi seemed to be going crazy yesterday, a new story kept popping up in her mind, a story about a shou who was as cold as ice and snow. This little subject was subverted, and then like a convulsion, I turned on the computer at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and wrote down the copywriting and writing, for those who bought V to take a quick look at the copywriting~~~~(≧▽≦) /~La la la, by the way, I would like to give my opinion or something, but "Little Daughter-in-law" will not be left behind, the new story will not be opened for the time being, I will write a little when I think of it, and wait for the main text of the daughter-in-law to finish officially opened

"Male Beloved: Bright and Cold as Snow"

Copywriter:

Xiao Hanzhi, a martial arts overlord who is domineering by nature, wants to be proud of the peak, and command the heroes.

He regards the world as nothing, loves the handsome man, not the enchanting and beautiful girl,

However, he, who was born with pride, would rather be lacking than abuse, vowing to be number one in the world that day.

A chance encounter, a casual glance, a sudden heartbeat, and the perfect him in my heart.

The sword that looks like a glimpse of the sky, the slender and graceful figure, and the detached indifference between the brows,

Everything made him fall, and he was emotional only for a moment, but he got it and made him work hard, step by step, like walking on thin ice.

Once like a child who got candy, he held his face with trembling hands and kissed his cheek devoutly;

Once holding him in despair, screaming hysterically, "Do you have a heart?"

After despair, deep in his eyes was filled with tenderness, he held his hand tightly with both hands, and said firmly,

"May I accompany you to find the lust that was lost in nature. You are as ice as snow, and I will be the warm sun that melts you."

In short: An infatuated attacker suffers setbacks, setbacks and setbacks, but always perseveres, and finally embraces his so-called male favorite, who is actually the return of his beloved beauty...

PS: An infatuated and domineering Gong, an extremely indifferent subject who was born with less lust, don't be intimidated by Ruoxi's copywriting, this is definitely a warm story, after all, Ruoxi does not write abuse, everyone You can rest assured.

Fragment appreciation:

The expression on Wen Mo's face was indifferent, showing no signs of happiness or anger. His voice was like pearls, clear and pleasant, but it also gave off a cold feeling. He asked, "What do you want?"

Xiao Han sat proudly on the horse, his voice was low and magnetic, the corners of his lips curled slightly, he pointed at the whip, a little casually, "I want you...to be my darling."

Everyone was shocked, and the Wen family members dared not speak out, but Wen Mo still nodded lightly without changing his face, and said flatly, "Okay."

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