The Almighty Beloved Wife of Time Traveling

Kuang Hengce looked at the person he bullied with bloodshot eyes. This person was very white and soft, and his face was very handsome and cute.

He'd never felt this way about anyone before, a kind of... intense possessiveness.

Following the young man's hoarse cry, Kuang Hengce raised his hand and looked at Deng Hui. The sticky silver thread was on his hand. Through the net, he could see the blush on the young man's face and the clear eyes. Emotions.

"Are you comfortable?" Kuang Hengce heard his voice hoarse, he urgently needed to absorb water, otherwise...he would die of thirst.

My heart seemed to be on fire, and even the air was so hot that it was about to burn with a monstrous fire of desire.

Su Ran couldn't feel Kuang Hengce's feelings, he was already healed, and he felt that although he was still a little empty, he could bear it.

So he thanked this eminent monk for helping him tide over the difficulties in a friendly and sincere way, and admired him from the bottom of his heart for his sacrifice for the salvation of sentient beings: "Very comfortable, thank you...huh?"

Kuang Hengce climbed up again.

Su Ran's wet clothes stuck to his body, making his slender figure even more seductive.

Su Ran didn't quite understand: "I'm...already fine."

"How are you?" Kuang Hengce revealed a mysterious smile, "So it's time for the poor monk."

"what……"

Su Ran exclaimed as the man lowered his head and kissed his lips, and at the same time, the clothes fell apart automatically.

. . .

After the rain, the sky cleared, and the water curtain fell thousands of feet, but the sound was still pleasant to the ear.

The provocative spring night in the cave was also kicked off by Xiaoguang, and the chaos and lingering last night turned into a suffocating embarrassment.

The air was still filled with the warm smell of last night, and the musky smell lingered in the nostrils.

Kuang Hengce opened his eyes with his forehead, soft light-colored hair brushed against his face, itching a bit.

Splitting headache.

The person beside him turned his back, and his soft and smooth skin rubbed slightly with his every move, causing seductive ripples in his heart.

Kuang Hengce looked at him and his entanglement, and could hear Su Ran's heartbeat against his chest.

He also wrapped his arms around Su Ran's waist.

Su Ran's skin was as smooth as jade and hot.

There were bruises and purple fingerprints on the arms of the young man's white as snow legs. Kuang Hengce got up slightly and wanted to leave, but saw the bite mark on Su Ran's collarbone.

"Amitabha..." These are all left by him?No doubt, yes.

Kuang Hengce's eyes froze for a moment.

The cassock was thrown on the ground, and the inner garment covered the overlapping bodies of the two of them, and he felt the things inside again.

In the pain again, Su Ran snorted slightly, pleading in sleep, "Don't...please...let go..."

Kuang Hengce was startled, he felt a bit of pity, he raised his finger to touch the face of the young man Ruyu: "Su Ran..."

Su Ran seemed to be sick, she shed tears a little deliriously, and wet Kuang Hengce's arm, which was holding him, the tears made Kuang Hengce's heart ache.

What the hell did he do to this man?

Kuang Hengce was born to be a king, a proud son of heaven, and a proud son of heaven. For the first time, he felt a sense of panic, and a tenderness like water filled his heart that was out of control.

He backed out slowly, got up and picked up the clothes on the ground and carefully put them on for Su Ran.

After thinking about it, Kuang Hengce tore off his outer shirt and went to the lake to wet it with water. When he came to Su Ran's side, his eyes moved slightly: "Poor monk, I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he gently picked up Su Ran who was unconscious on the ground, and wiped him clean with a damp cloth.

Kuang Hengce paused for breath.

"Amitabha." Kuang Hengce closed his eyes slightly, his hands were trembling, and he closed his eyes without thinking about anything: form is emptiness and emptiness is form...

After finally cleaning up Su Ran, Kuang Hengce breathed a sigh of relief, and then bowed to help him put on his pants and shoes.

He dressed himself neatly, and he took a look at the cassock in his hand, and finally folded it and put it on the table.

He has already moved his heart, and he is no longer worthy of pursuing his beliefs.

Kuang Hengce raised his palm, turned off the lights with the wind of his palm, hugged the sleeping young man with frowning eyebrows in his arms, and flew towards the top of the mountain by stepping on the spray of the waterfall.