Feeling Ling Ziliang's warmth, Meng Xian closed his eyes with peace of mind, and he quickly slammed the white white wrist ring on Ling Ziliang's waist, and a sense of satisfaction that was safe and long-awaited for a long time arose.

Meng Xian's hand continued to rise along Ling Ziliang's backbone, and his enchanting eyes were filled with smiles.

"Can you help them?" Ling Ziliang's body was extremely stiff.

Oh my God!

Earth!

Dad!

Mom!

Come and save me, I, I... I was forced to be hugged by a man - forcibly!!

>_<|||

After all, the sun could not grasp the curtain in the horizon and slowly slid down to the hills to the west.

The classic and elegant guest room became dim. Meng Xian gently relaxed the bend of arms that were wrapped around Ling Ziliang's waist like a vine. He raised his hand and flicked his tiny fingers, and the room suddenly became brighter.

The dim yellow candlelight swayed in the guest room, and the fiery red candles shed wax tears, consuming life at an invisible speed.

"Of course." The red candle shone, Meng Xian's face was radiant and blushed.

He opened his red lips lightly, and his bare hands were raised, and he hooked Ling Ziliang's shoulders again, slowly approached his handsome face, and said softly in his ears: "You must keep your promises, otherwise..."

"No, no... Otherwise, what?" Ling Ziliang's upper and lower teeth trembled.

t_t is so scary!

"Ha..." Meng Xian bent her red lips, and a trace of watery eyes sparkled. "Otherwise... I will let the whole world know that your Prince Chen will abandon you at all times and abandon your first wife..."

His voice was gentle and gentle, feminine and delicate, making people feel itchy when they heard it.

Mom - Ling Ziliang wanted to jump out a hundred meters away quickly. Unfortunately, Meng Xian is very skilled in martial arts, so there is no possibility of escaping such as his first-class tycoon.

First wife?!

Is Meng Xian a wife? A god, that must be the deadliest wife in the world!!

>_<|||

Seeing Ling Ziliang pursing his lips tightly and saying nothing, Meng Xian's heart suddenly tightened.

After all, Ling Ziliang still likes women, and he... is not born to like men, because the other party is Ling Ziliang, so he likes them.

This kind of relationship has nothing to do with gender...

He released Ling Ziliang stiffly and stood within a distance that was respectful but not annoying to him. Meng Xian opened his red lips lightly and said quietly: "It's too late today. I will go with you to save Ye Jiangxue tomorrow. What I promised you will definitely do."

After hearing Meng Xian’s promise, Ling Ziliang was delighted.

But thinking that in the long-term days ahead, he may be worse than death, and a sense of despair of wanting to bite his tongue and commit suicide came to his sense of despair.

t_t

The red shirt turned around and Ling Ziliang was about to push the door and leave.

Meng Xian's eyes suddenly darkened, his face dark and indifferent, and he said indignantly: "Are you trying to love me or try to stay away from me?"

Ling Ziliang's hand that touched the carved wooden door suddenly froze. He stopped in the air for a long time, and a helpless smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He said seriously with his rare calmness: "You promise me too, and you will not force me."

"But... if you don't get together, how can you try to love me?" Meng Xian continued to fight for it. He wanted to look at him all the time, even though he knew that he didn't have him in his heart.

A purple dress was a little dim under the red candle, covering his thin body, and his stubborn little face couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Ling Ziliang stood in front of the door for a long time, but finally sighed to the sky, turned around helplessly, and headed towards the big bed in the guest room.
Chapter completed!