Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 3910: Take water with your mouth
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A Xuan's hand?
What the **** is going on here? !
When that big palm completely wraps her up.
Ye Qingluo felt that the arrogant clamor in the body, the constant violent surging power, as if it had been comforted, settled in the body.
Tightly, the man’s deep, mellow voice came from all directions.
Gentle and intricate, calling her name over and over again.
"Little Luoer..."
"Little Luoer..."
"Little Luoer..."
The call seemed to be filled with endless warmth and sweetness.
Ye Qingluo's heart seemed to be touched fiercely by something.
Immediately afterwards, the broad palm covering her body tightened abruptly.
Her body also felt a huge pull.
"Bang--"
There was a buzzing sound in my ear.
The tension in the body disappeared.
It becomes the feeling of falling rapidly from high altitude.
The next moment.
She opened her eyes quickly and sat up with a chorus.
She opened her eyes wide, looked straight ahead, gasping for breath.
The feeling of falling down still remains in the body.
Yes, when it comes to the purpose, it is a white veil with a few white tassels.
No longer a piece of whiteness.
It is no longer the endless silence.
This is not the place where there was no life just now!
Ye Qingluo just wanted to move.
Suddenly his side was close to a warm chest.
Her tender body was dyed with warmth.
The man's long arms held her tightly in his arms, wishing to rub her into his body.
"Xiao Luoer, you finally woke up..."
The voice in the vast white world, a voice that perfectly matched, sounded in my ears at close range.
Familiar taste.
The familiar warmth.
Familiar voice.
Let Ye Qingluo's consciousness gradually come together.
Her curly eyelashes trembled.
Suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged the man in front of him: "A Xuan..."
She speaks.
His throat is burning, hoarse.
Spit out two words, the throat seemed to be cut by a knife, and the pain was unbearable.
The man immediately retreated for a while, raising his hand to pick up the warm water on the side.
Ye Qingluo was about to take the water glass.
The chin was suddenly picked up by a slender finger.
Looking up, there is a magnificent face, magnified between the pupils.
The man's deep black eyes are full of affection.
The distance between the two is getting closer.
When I got closer, she could clearly see the flowing water between the pupils of the man.
Even, I can count the dense and long eyelashes of a man one by one.
The next moment.
A piece of warm and soft, posted it up.
The warm water poured into her mouth.
Water flows through the throat.
It also alleviated the burning sensation in her throat.
The man left her lips again.
Ye Qingluo blushed: "You..."
Just opened his mouth and spit out a word.
Tightly, the man's lips are printed again.
One bite, then another bite.
Pour a cup of warm water into Ye Qingluo's mouth.
The man put down the water glass and held her in his arms again.
The warmth and taste of a man still remains between the mouth and teeth.
Ye Qingluo's cheeks have been stained red.
"Shy?" Di Moxuan looked down at the person in his arms, smiling a little bit evil.
Ye Qingluo grabbed his robe with a small hand, tugged hard, did not speak, and used actions to express his "unhappy".
The man laughed more happily: "When you were in a coma, I used to feed you and drink like this. I'm all used to it, so why be shy."
Ye Qingluo's face turned redder.
She pulled both hands on the man's shirt, and snorted angrily: "I'm awake, you are still like this..."