Qin Zong's eyes faintly showed a smile, and his sword eyebrows were raised as if they were not. He looked at the boy on the bed.

"Why don't you call?"

Qin Zong's unparalleled face was as delicate as the cold snow on a thousand-year-old iceberg, and he spoke lightly: "Didn't you scream happily before?"

“Or…”

Before the man could speak, Young Master Yan's eyes moved, and he suddenly sat up halfway, suddenly showing a charming smile, and his slender fingers hooked Qin Zong's collar button.

With a slight force, he raised his head directly and hit Qin Zong's cold lips.

A kiss was printed on it.

Breathing intersects and lips touch each other.

The man's dark and deep cold eyes suddenly ignited a hot fire.

He reached out, supported the back of the boy's head with his palm, turned against him, and forcibly broke into her territory.

The breath merged together, the lips and tongue were wrapped around, and the beautiful and hot breath slowly rose.

Yan Tao's fair cheeks showed a dizzy red color, as if an electric current rushed across his spine, bringing out bursts of numbness and tremor.

"Is this called...beauty plan?"

The chubby little seven squatted in the corner, thinking about the meaning of his master doing this, and then took photos silently as a souvenir.

After the kiss ended, both of them were a little quick.

Qin Zong retreated slightly, his cold eyes as deep as the night, and there were faintly broken ice in it.

"It seems that everything is fine."

"You can be a hooligan."

Qin Zong had cold eyebrows and his hands casually placed beside the bed, and spoke casually.

The man's voice is low and sexy, like mellow wine, and the intoxicating breath passes through his ears.

"Let's behave like a hooligan?..." Young Master Yan half-wrucked him, his handsome face revealed a little bit of beauty and evil spirit, and he looked at him affectionately: "Don't worry, this is my patent for you."

Qin Zong...

"You'd better keep it yourself."

The cold eyes swept over Yan Tao lightly. He raised his sword eyebrows lightly, his cold face exuded the ultimate dignity, and he grew up: "I just don't know how many times you have released this patent."

When Young Master Yan heard this, he leaned up and leaned to the edge of the bed, reached out to hook Qin Zong's finger, and scratched him with a provocative touch, and his narrow eyes were full of beauty.

"Look, I love your noble character.

I love your handsome face and your straight backbone.

Let time pass, and the years pass by.

My love for you is like the burning flame that will never fade away.”

"Ah, my lover..."

The beautiful boy's pair of peach blossom eyes were full of affection, and his beautiful eyebrows were covered with a layer of gauze under the golden light.

It is so beautiful that it makes people feel excited, "...you are the most beautiful!"

The air conditioning in Qin Zonghan's eyes rose slightly, and his noble and gorgeous eyes fell on Yan Tao's face, and slowly spoke: "Are you in a poetry recitation competition?"

"A noble character?"

"A straight backbone?"

Qin Zong smiled and said, "In your heart, am I a pine or a cypress?"

"Pines and cypresses are too vulgar to call you."

Young Master Yan poked him with his finger, and his thin lips raised a brilliant curve.

"You are in my heart, that's..."

Young Master Yan was talking, Qin Zong had already stood up and walked out of the room.

"I haven't finished talking yet!"

Young Master Yan flattered his mouth unhappily: He didn't listen to my love confession.

Even though her family is getting less caring!

Xiaoqi…
Chapter completed!