Mu Yingying was obviously dissatisfied with Qin Hongyu's current attitude.
"Hongyu, I find that you have changed and you don't care about Yingying anymore."
The corners of his lips were pulled down, about to burst into tears.
The pear blossoms are raining, so cute If she just pretends to be pitiful, that's not Mu Yingying's usual method.
Her body is her biggest advantage as a weapon.
"How come I don't care about you?"
Qin Hongyu comforted patiently, and now he paid more attention to what Mu Yingying had to say.
For him, who had never experienced a woman before, Mu Yingying's charm was irresistible.
"Woo" The woman's upper body was constantly rubbing against his arm, and the front of her clothes had been loosened.
Two chubby white rabbits could be easily seen through the collar.
She exhaled hot breath and blew it gently into Qin Hongyu's neck: "Do you remember when we were at Yuweizhai, Yingying told you about the old friend she met?"
Qin Hongyu's eyes were filled with fair skin, and the two dots of red cherries looming under his clothes made him feel hot, and he vaguely agreed: "Yes, old friend, I know what happened to my old friend."
While talking intermittently, his big hands groped into Mu Yingying's clothes.
The soft touch comes from every piece of skin in the palm of your hand.
It seemed that every nerve was entering the extreme excitement at the same time.
Qin Hongyu increased his intensity and couldn't help but want to follow the curve to explore more.
"I, Hongyu, please be gentle."
Mu Yingying slid her head into the man's chest and licked her through the thin clothes: "It was that old friend who caused Yingying's family to die and almost ruined her appearance.
If you hadn't saved me, I would never be able to do it again.
It’s impossible to regain my appearance, wuwu.”
"How can a vicious person be called an old friend?
Even evil people will not die easily."
Qin Hongyu uttered curse words, but his brain was completely turned into mush.
He had no ability to think.
It was purely a one-sided infusion of consciousness by Mu Yingying.
The story was constantly twisted: "After my parents died, she not only took over all my family's property, but also wanted to send Yingying to a sect that specialized in dual cultivation techniques to destroy her innocent body.
Yingying refused to obey and was brutally tortured.
By treating each other well, we escaped a disaster."
I don’t know how many men I have had “in-depth exchanges” with before and after to discuss the art of dual cultivation, but they still have the nerve to talk about their “innocence” without shame.
Such unbelievable rhetoric can only deceive this "rare and strange" alchemist.
The woman's small hands roamed Qin Hongyu's body, guiding him to make further movements.
Along with panting, sweat seeped out of his clothes bit by bit, covering the man's body.
Coupled with his blood boiling more and more, he became more and more impatient due to the increasingly airtight clothes stuck to his body.
One hand hooked Mu Yingying's slender waist, and the other hand kept pulling on the belt.
After completing this series of actions, he quickly targeted Mu Yingying's loose belt.
Just as he was about to exert force, his palm was grabbed by a small hand.
Qin Hongyu's movements were forced to stop.
He glared at the woman in his arms with displeasure, but when he met her big eyes full of tears, he suddenly thought of the "tragic" experience she had just confessed, and his heart suddenly softened.
"Yingying, if you trust me, I will find an opportunity to avenge you."
"Hongyu, you haven't asked me the name of my old friend yet."
"Oh, what's the name?"
"Her name is Mu, Chu, Yue." xx4911131: