Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1112: Size, just one hand control

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"Uh-huh." Ye Qing Luo Tsundere gave a cold snort.

However, he leaned against Di Moxuan's arms and changed his posture.

Di Moxuan raised his hand, solemnly: "I swear, I have absolutely no thoughts about her."

Ye Qingluo still snorted and continued to be proud.

Di Moxuan's eyes are full of doting, and she loves her pretty little appearance very much.

Can’t help but lower her head and kiss her red and swollen pink lips, with her forehead resting on her forehead, with a low voice: "If you don’t believe me, you can check and see if I have her Traces."

With a smirking tone, her peach blossom eyes also shone evilly.

Ye Qingluo blushed immediately, gritted his teeth and popped out two words: "No! Use it!"

Of course she knew that Di Moxuan had no idea about wind chimes.

If she had an idea, she wouldn't be able to be proud of her now.

She is...

Just innocent, I want to be proud.

Who asked him to hold Feng Chime's shoulder while he was in the tunnel, and let Feng Chime hug his waist?

His embrace can only belong to her alone!

"My place is only you." As if seeing through her thoughts, Di Mo Xuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said lowly.

The low-pitched voice is extremely serious.

The deep pupils, as black as ink, stared at her for a moment.

Ye Qingluo's small face blushed, and she lowered her eyes subconsciously and turned her head away.

The lower jaw was clasped by his slender fingers.

Forcing her to look at him.

"At that time, she fell down, I just helped her a little." Di Moxuan explained patiently, "While helping her, I saw you, and the disheveled clothes was in Chu Wuxin's arms."

Speaking of which, he paused.

Feel the little woman in her arms stiff.

He curled his lips and smiled wickedly: "At that time, you think I still have the mind to pay attention to Xiaoling's affairs?"

Seeing Ye Qingluo's messy clothes, nestled in Chu Wuxin's arms.

It looks so intimate and ambiguous.

Even from the bottom of my heart, I know that Ye Qingluo cannot have any special relationship with Chu Wuxin.

But when he saw that scene, he still couldn't suppress the fury in his heart.

It didn't matter what wind chimes were, he didn't pay attention at all.

All my head is full of images of Ye Qingluo and Chu Wuxin embracing intimately.

Ye Qingluo still snorted proudly.

The verbal tsundere.

It can act, but it reveals her little mood at this time.

She broke away from the shackles of his fingers, rubbed her blushing face against Di Moxuan's chest, her arms tightly wrapped around Di Moxuan's waist.

Tsaojiao's small appearance, the more I look at it, the more happy Di Moxuan is.

Well, his little Luo'er, with his arrogant appearance, belongs to him alone.

Di Moxuan tightened his arms, and his petite body clung to him completely.

Between the two, there are only two layers of clothes that are not too thick.

The softness of Ye Qing Luoyue Xiong's front touched his firm chest.

Very soft to the touch.

Di Moxuan inexplicably remembered the time he applied medicine for Ye Qing after the last battle in the tomb of the mausoleum.

He saw all that Ye Qingluo had.

Um...

In fact, his little Luo'er does have what he should have.

This size is just enough for him to control with one hand.

Just thinking like this in my head, my lower abdomen tightened.

Di Mo Xuan's pupils contracted, and he added gravity again.

"Um..." Ye Qingluo groaned in pain, and raised his thin eyebrows, and pushed his chest with a little hand, "Axuan, you hurt me."

As soon as the voice fell, she was crushed on the mahogany table.

The man's hot body pressed tightly against her.

The temperature of the two of them rose rapidly...