Chapter 964
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"Crack —"
Suddenly, Yan Fan's hand loosened, and the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
She saw the young man lazily glance to the side and stretch out his slender white hand. He hooked his finger. "Qingqing, come here."
Shen Wanqing was slightly stunned, not understanding the young man's current situation.
Was … was he drunk or not?
As if he could sense the girl's apprehension, Yan Fan smiled casually, the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows dazzling and enchanting.
"Benefactor, don't worry. I'm not drunk."
Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows. Benefactor, you're still not drunk?
She walked over and was about to reach out to support Yan Fan's arm when she said, "Fan Fan, you're drunk. Let's go in and rest."
But before her hand could touch Yan Fan, the young man had already reached out to hold her waist. His slender hand pressed against her lower back, pushing the girl in front of him without leaving any leeway.
The eaves outside the corridor were still dripping with water. The light drizzle was very gentle, but it made the atmosphere between the two even more ambiguous.
Yan Fan's fingertips caressed her cheek. "This little monk regrets … I regret pushing you out of the picture. After you left, I was thinking, what if His Highness doesn't want me when he comes back? If His Highness doesn't want me anymore, I'll probably go crazy … "
"His Highness … is the Empress very good?"
"Is she better, or is this monk better?"
The beautiful monk rubbed her ears and temples. His voice was tender and gentle, like an intoxicating knife.
He was very close to her, the tip of their nose touching, and there was only a very small distance between their lips.
They were clearly very close, but they couldn't touch.
It was like a claw was silently teasing her heart.
His desire was at its peak.
Shen Wanqing's legs turned to jelly from Yan Fan's teasing. How could she be in the mood to care about anything else? She immediately replied, "Hello, hello …"
Yan Fan narrowed his eyes at the girl in his arms and murmured dangerously, "Since this little monk is better, why doesn't Your Highness touch me?"
"To place this little monk in this cold courtyard, Your Highness is truly cruel …"
Hearing this, Shen Wanqing's rationality finally returned home. She was still a little confused. "What?"
There was something wrong with this development! Why was she being so heartless again?
Yan Fan kissed Shen Wanqing's neck and heard him murmur softly, "People say that men should be reserved, sensible, and well-behaved. Since Yan Fan is willing to return to the secular world for Your Highness, I have already done as the Romans do. Originally, I wanted to wait patiently. After all, there is still a long way to go. But now, Yan Fan doesn't want to wait any longer. "
"Your Highness, it is said that the love between men and women in the world of mortals is so deep that it makes one unable to extricate themselves from it. Yan Fan is very curious. Why don't we try it tonight? "
Before Shen Wanqing could react, she was already lying on the bed in the next second.
The young man's snow-white monk robe was on the verge of falling off. The dim room reflected the bright moonlight. The room was very quiet, and it was very harmonious with the gradually weakening sound of the rain outside.
He kissed the girl's ear. "Your Highness hasn't tried it before, right? Yan Fan will personally tell Your Highness that the love between a man and a woman is much better than that between a woman. "
After the pain passed, it was accompanied by the exhilaration of being overwhelmed.
Yan Fan's eyes were red. He narrowed his long and demonic eyes and looked at the girl under him.
Outside, the rain continued to fall. The night was long and lingering.
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"Ding! You have successfully achieved harmony with Sugar Daddy. You have received 3000 points. Total points: 2687500."
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