Hearing her soft and glutinous voice, Situ Qinglang felt even more uncomfortable. He covered her tightly and said "No need" in a vague way.

His body was hot, and sweetheart encountered this situation for the first time. Although he was confused, he was not sure that he had a sudden fever, and still... the kind of thing Ma Weiwei said.

"I'll tell you, the first time... although it hurts, if you encounter a good skill, you will definitely feel good!" Sweetheart recalled what Ma Weiwei said in her head, and thought in confusion... Is Qinglang good skill?

He, do he think, think...

A small flame faintly emerged from her heart, and she became inexplicably hot and twisted her body uneasyly.

Unpredictable, the flat belly of the villain under him happened to pass by him. Situ Qinglang couldn't help it, and his strong legs spread apart. Sweetheart's two slender and smooth legs and squeezed in.

This can't continue like this anymore.

He warned himself in his heart, but the impulse made him unable to stop.

"Qinglang..." Sweetheart shouted pitifully, no longer had the courage to strip him naked in front of him last time, only anxiety and psychological struggle.

Are you going to sacrifice yourself tonight?...No, it will hurt...

But seeing that he endured such pain, she felt very distressed, and she herself was a little...curious.

Situ Qinglang stared at Tianxin's fearful eyes, and his reason returned a little. He quickly moved his legs away and turned to the side, leaving half of his body exposed outside the bed.

He suddenly burst into cold sweat. At the same time, the impulse was pressed back into his body by him. He leaned half against sweetheart, grabbed the bed sheet and took two breaths.

"Qinglang, are you okay?" Tianxin got up with distress and asked.

"It's okay." Situ Qinglang closed his eyes, "It's just a little uncomfortable."

"Where...what is it uncomfortable?" Sweetheart opened her mouth carefully and entangledly, putting a small paw on his chest, "Yes, are you sick?"

Situ Qinglang suddenly opened her eyes and pulled her claws under him in an instant: "Here."

"Ah—" the sweetheart ghost trembled, "What is this? A pistol?"

Situ Qinglang immediately wanted to knock on her head, what kind of gun was in hand! Who would hide the pistol in such a place? If you miss the gun and get fire, you won’t have to live for the rest of your life!

Sweetheart came back to his senses after realizing it, stared at Situ Qinglang's eyes in amazement, and tried hard to feel the feel, it seemed... Ma Weiwei said before?

She blushed and retracted her hand, Situ Qinglang mocked: "Do you know what it is?"

"Hot." Sweetheart muttered in a low voice.

Why are you so owed? Situ Qinglang pulled her body and raised his hand to spit her little butt twice.

"It hurts so much..." Sweetheart covered her butt and pressed against him, "You hit me, I'm going to crush you to death!"

"Your little weight is less than half as much as I usually punching sandbags." Situ Qinglang disdained, hugged her slim waist tightly and pinched it, mumbled, "Sleep, close your eyes quickly."

Is this going to sleep?

No, no...that magical horse?

Sweetheart breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt a little lost. She raised her head and asked indirectly, "Qing, Qinglang, don't you want to do it with me..."

"What are you doing?" Situ Qinglang stared at her with a smile.
Chapter completed!