Be Good Chapter 1288: The future wife makes love to herself

Besides, she really wanted to see the outside world.

Also wondered whether her family members would still be alive in the mortal world.

Even if I saw them beheaded with my own eyes, it is different now, immortals can go to any time and space.

However... when she received a negative answer from Long Quyuan, her whole body was like a drooping little flower.

Depressed.

Long Quyuan saw her turn from high to low, narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and felt that what he said was wrong and offended the little girl, so he remedied, "You miss your father, brother and mother so much? "

"And sister-in-law."

Yuan Changhuan added a sentence.

"Can you take me to meet them? I didn't disappear even after I died, and they didn't disappear either, right?"

Long Quyuan really wanted to tell her that she was not dead at all.

But the little girl looked at him with dependent eyes, Long Quyuan was suddenly reluctant to send her to Xie Ci's side, and even more reluctant to take out her soul to fuse with Yuan Changhuan in this life.

The eyebrows and eyes moved, and they were beautiful and picturesque.

The whole person stood up, but now he collapsed on the rockery again.

Like a pool of red soft meat, sighed, "Hey, I suddenly don't want to leave."

The good place he said he would take Yuan Changhuan to was the Emperor's Mansion in Pingcheng.

But...meeting Yuan Changhuan's gaze, he became soft-hearted and selfish.

Selfishly wants to have her for a while longer.

"Hey..." Yuan Changhuan immediately turned around, turned his head to see this scene, and rushed over, trying to pull Long Quyuan up.

Unexpectedly, he didn't see a stone under his feet, and the whole person fell directly on Long Quyuan.

Long Quyuan quickly supported her by the shoulders, but Mi Li looked at her with Huize's eyes, her voice was full of temptation, "What do you want to do to me?"

Yuan Changhuan was also frightened by this suddenness, her arms were propped on his chest, and the soft satin brocade dress under her hands made her almost unable to control her movements.

If it weren't for Long Quyuan's hand on her shoulder, Yuan Changhuan might have slipped and fell.

"Whoever wants to do something to you, just pretend to be passionate!" Yuan Changhuan rolled his eyes in disgust to cover up his burning ears.

The eyes are wandering, not daring to fall on Long Quyuan's face.

"Why don't you dare look at me, are you guilty?" Long Quyuan teased.

Yuan Changhuan, who couldn't stand the provocation, immediately retracted his erratic eyes, "Who said I dare not look at you anymore!"

Long Quyuan leaned forward lightly.

Yuan Changhuan saw the exquisite snowy moon on his forehead, shaking with it, his narrow and narrow eyes seemed to be smudged with blue, covered with layers of heavy purple rouge, flying obliquely into his temples, There is a tear mole under the corner of the eye, like a coquettish red lotus in full bloom, her jet-black hair is tied with a red ribbon, casually scattered on the rocks of her home, her dark red robe is dragged to the ground, she smiles lightly, as if she just crawled out of **** ghosts.

On the contrary, those clear eyes were full of clarity and compassion.

You can clearly see the appearance of a fairy, but why do you still look like a demon?

One of Yuan Changhuan's fingers was propped on his chest, and it pressed against the end of his eyes, "You are a big man, why are you still wearing makeup?"

"I want to see your true face!"

Looking directly at Yuan Changhuan, Long Quyuan held her weak and boneless little hand and controlled her not to move around his face.

Slowly opened her thin lips, "Do you really want to see it?"

Although Long Quyuan looks good like this, Yuan Changhuan always feels that there is something between him and him. Knowing that there is danger in his words, he still nods, "I want to see it."

"However, the only one who can see my true face is my future wife."