Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1015: Heavy breathing, in her ears

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The gentle tone, the affectionate look, the eyes full of doting.

Every word she said seemed to be able to draw her heart.

In this illusion just now, the broken heart has been healed.

"What's the matter, want me to hug you?" Di Moxuan smiled when he saw her not moving for a while, he stood up and walked towards her.

The purple robe squeezed, under the flowers, it seemed like a **** descended.

Unparalleled beauty, no one can match.

Ye Qingluo's feet seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move.

Di Moxuan has already walked in front of her, slender fingers with distinct joints, sweeping the broken hair on her forehead.

Immediately, she lifted her chin and dropped a soft kiss on her lips.

His arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist.

The strong masculine breath fills the breath of Ye Qingluo.

She almost fainted.

Her hands are tight.

Grabbing the hand of the upper ring on the waist, the voice is calm: "You let me go."

This is an illusion.

She cannot be affected by the illusion.

But, the next moment, the man's hand suddenly covered her head.

It seems that something is on her head.

Ye Qing was startled, and was about to reach out to touch it.

Di Moxuan's big palm has already captured her little hand.

With the other hand, he flicked his sleeves.

A two-meter-high bronze mirror appeared in the colorful flower garden.

Clearly reflected... the scene of the two of them hugging each other tightly.

Di Moxuan's hot chest covered Ye Qingluo's soft back.

His head rested on her delicate shoulders.

One hand, wrapped around her slender waist, narrowed the distance between the two.

Ye Qingluo looked at the bronze mirror with a wreath on her head.

It is a garland woven from blossoming cherry blossoms.

"Do you like it?" he asked in her ear.

Ye Qingluo's face flushed suddenly.

A string that was tense in my head broke completely when I saw the wreath.

The heartbeat speeds up suddenly.

The wreath he woven by himself.

For her, hand-woven garlands.

She blushed and nodded: "I like it."

"As long as you like it, it's worth the effort I put in to weave this wreath." Di Moxuan smiled lowly, begging for praise, and raised his hand.

On those slender fingers, there are large and small marks that were scratched and strangled by the thin things in the eyes.

Ye Qing Luo Juan's long eyelashes trembled, holding his hand, and gently kissing those marks.

The man who was clinging to him behind his body stiffened suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, his palm directly covered her body, arrogantly and not tenderly wandering around her.

Ye Qing Luo Qiao blushed, and immediately caught his hand in shame.

But the man's other hand lifted his chin.

Forcing her to look at herself in the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, the woman's stunning face is red.

The curving eyes, glaring like silk, seem to be sending out a seductive invitation.

She opened her red lips slightly and gasped softly.

The soft body, twisting uncomfortably.

And the man behind him, his expression is also in love.

The peach blossom eyes are deep and dark.

His heavy breathing was in her ear.

"Xiao Luoer...Xiao Luoer..." He called her name in a hoarse voice, a little eager.

Ye Qingluo's face is red and ears are red.

This softness gave the man behind him more opportunities.

His big palm has been directly covered in front of Yue Qingluo.

Ye Qingluo reached out and pushed away in a panic: "Ah, Axuan, it's too soon...we..."