Without the buttons, the collar of the outer shirt was naturally opened to both sides, and the snow-white skin was exposed inch by inch, and it still looked bright and bright under the moonlight. The beautiful scenery on the head of the skirt was definitely a temptation, as if it was waiting for someone to capture it at any time.

The breeze poured in straight, causing a cool sensation on his chest. Youmeng shivered and trembled with a trembling voice: "You...what are you doing..."

"Bad things." He simply threw away her word, no longer cared about anything, and buried his head deeply.

"Don't!..."

Youmeng's head seemed to explode suddenly, and she screamed with all her might, but she couldn't stop it. The two warm lips had fallen to the side of the neck, and the force was shallow, like the tiny ripples caused by the petals falling on the water, but it made Youmeng feel as if she was over with electricity. She was so numb that she couldn't help but tremble. She shrank her neck desperately, but it was useless. She was kissed by him so much that she was trying to push him away and was tightly clamped. No matter how she resisted, she could not avoid his increasingly fierce attack.

Because he was close to her chest, he could clearly hear the heart on his lips, beating rapidly like the densest drum beat. Youmeng was hopelessly panicked, and a pleading sound floated out of his throat: "Let me go... don't do this..."

But he ignored it and leaned over like this and kissed her fair neck. Her burning lips and tongue were about to move down little by little, but she accidentally fell a cluster of black hair while she was struggling to block a good scene in her chest. He calmly raised his head, put her weak hand away, and gently brushed her fingertips, like combing teeth embedded in the depths of her clouds, until she pushed the frown and scattered hair away to her shoulders, and then held the back of her head and indulged again.

As soon as her hand was released, she struggled at the opportunity. The first thing she thought of was not to push the mask on her eyes, but to press it against his shoulder and push it out, asking him to stay away from his neck. But a man was already in a state of being possessed by a demon, so how could he give up?

At this moment, he had already turned to her collarbone. Such a small and inch-long skin dating was a bit higher than the lip kiss just now. The picture was so erotic and sexy.

"don't want!……"

With the intermittent moaning, she shouted loudly. The feeling of being violated was so familiar that she could not feel any comfortable interest, and was filled with despair and fear.

His kiss was still sinking, and he was about to use his fiery lips to warm her cold body, so he became more unrestrained and lingered deep in her shoulders, neck, neck, neck, and chest, and his unique tenderness spread everywhere.

With extreme fear and exhaustion, Youmeng's mind was blank. She pressed her hands against his chest with great difficulty, her eyes closed and wanted to break free, but her eyelashes were unconsciously wet...

"Please..." She was showing weakness, no longer having the arrogance of the past, and her crying tolerant voice was heartbreaking, "I beg you... let me go..."

He wanted to ignore it, but at this time, an inexplicable drop of water hit his chest and was falling on his lips. He was slightly stunned and felt that it was not a raindrop. So he stopped for a while and looked up along her neck. He saw tears at the corner of her eyes oozing out of the edge of the mask, sliding down along her cheeks, drop by drop, landing on her smooth chest.

His heart suddenly shook, and he instantly recalled that she was suddenly hit by her unexpected arrival in the market not long ago. At that time, when he saw her, she was also full of tears with pear blossoms and rain, weak and helpless, and she could cry even harder when facing the warmth given by a stranger.

He gently wiped away the tears for her as he had done that day.

She was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand like a blind man and just stroked it to him. He didn't move at all. She hugged her side face and looked at her who was out of control and had no idea what she was doing.

Just this moment of hesitation made him feel intimate with her without any loss.

"No matter what reason, you can't treat me like this..." She did not take advantage of the situation to push him, but was exhausted, her hands drooping on his shoulders, and she whimpered and sobbed, "This will only make me hate you..."

After hearing this, he was silent for a long time, then he looked deep and said coldly: "I let you go, don't run on the street alone and cry."

"Um?..." Youmeng was stunned and confused.

He said indifferently, and made a subtle little move on her chest: "There are many people on the street, don't jump up no matter who it is, no matter who it is."

Youmeng didn't pay attention to her chest, but instead wanted to argue with him: "What did you say..."

But he no longer wanted to explain anything. His cold eyes darkened, and his hands completely let go of her. The mask on her eyes suddenly fell. But just as she narrowed her tears and wanted to look up at him, he had already crossed the wall with his light skills, leaving only a blurry black shadow in her misty eyes.

When she came to her senses, she hurriedly reached out to pull the collar of her shirt and was about to tie the button on her, but she suddenly realized that something was stuffed in the top of the strapless skirt, blocking her chest...

She took it out and saw that it was the apricot flower silk parfait with the music score written!

I remembered that just a moment ago, when the man said the last sentence to her, his hand had indeed gently brushed across her chest. Could it be that it was the one I put in at that time?

It's simply! Unreasonable!

She seemed to have her soul removed, standing by the wall, looking up at the night sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but there was no trace of the man, and her heart was a little strange.

At this moment, I heard someone calling her in my ears, and he came in with a louder sound—

"Girl!" When the maid named Shancha rushed to her with a lantern, she had already turned into a pool of soft mud and knelt under the wall. Shancha hurriedly ran to support her and asked, "Girl, why did you run so far? I can't find you for a long time, so I'm so anxious..."

She was holding a white mask in a daze, and shed tears silently except for staring at her empty eyes, as if she could not do anything.

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The next morning, Youmeng used makeup to hide the fatigue of being troubled last night. She was about to go out, but was hurriedly stopped by Xiao Bengzi halfway. He bowed and smiled with a serious look on his face, "Where is the princess going?"

Youmeng thought he was weird and said, "Qiwu asked me to go out for a walk today."

Xiao Benzi begged weakly: "Princess, can you go to Chunling Jun's appointment later? I'll find you a few more living babies today."

Seeing her frowning and feeling reluctant, Xiao Bengzi hurriedly emphasized: "I guarantee that this is not the vulgar fans last time. You must like it after watching it!"

"Then you arrange for them to stay first, and I'll see you when I come back." Youmeng didn't have the heart to care about the strange men he got from somewhere. He waved his hand and pushed him away and got on the carriage.

"Oh? Princess..."

Xiao Pengzi stood at the door in disappointment, raised his head and couldn't call him back, and the carriage and horses were gone...
Chapter completed!