Chapter Nine Hundred and Eight: Spring Night: 1 Mark Worth 0 Gold 2

The meat that has reached the edge of his mouth, how could Prince Xi let her go!

Stretching out his long arms, he directly fished her back.

The limp body crashed into his arms.

That soft and warm touch knocked out all the fire in him!

The girl's fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, and it almost made him rippling.

For more than three hundred days and nights, the person who can only be hugged in dreams is now in his arms. If he can bear it, then he is definitely not a man!

Prince Xi hugged her waist with one hand, and gently stroked her arm with the other.

It's suggestive.

The risk factor soared!

Ling Weifeng was about to cry.

She's not ready yet! Hey!

I'm not married yet, can I let her go?

Prince Xi tried his best to hold back, for fear of scaring her.

He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, sniffing lightly at her neck.

The fragrance that belonged exclusively to her fascinated him.

The scorching breath sprayed on the neck, Ling Weifeng felt that his whole body was going to be crisp.

Countless electric currents ran wildly in the body.

"Xi... Emperor Xi..."

"Xiao Feng." Prince Xi Gu's voice was hoarse and blurred.

When the two lips opened and closed, they touched her neck, and then kissed her gently.

The ambiguous breath slowly spread.

"Don't you ask me, what is another birthday present?"

Ling Weifeng really couldn't bear this ambiguous atmosphere, her body went limp, and she let him hold her without strength.

Hearing his words, her head was very dull and she couldn't remember for a while.

"Gift...what...a gift.

"

Oh, by the way, gifts, he said he would give her two gifts.

At this moment, Ling Weifeng's mind was completely incapable of thinking, and he could only follow his train of thought.

"Your birthday present, I said I would give two copies."

"Yes... yes, the gift."

She stammered and said that all her feelings fell on the hands of Prince Xi Gu.

She could feel his fiery hands caressing her waist and then down her thighs.

Very light, very soft, like a light feather, sliding over the sensitive skin, causing waves of trembling.

"I'll give you a coming-of-age gift." Prince Xi Gu Mimi said.

He bit her earlobe.

An electric current swept across his body, and Ling Weifeng had no ability to parry at all.

All the senses are in his magical hand.

His hands are gently drawing circles on her knees.

"What... what is... a coming-of-age ceremony."

Ling Weifeng was about to cry, his head was like a ball of paste, and he couldn't turn at all.

Feeling his hand, intentionally or unintentionally, lifting the hem of her clothes.

She regretted it so much, why did she wear his shirt, it was so convenient and messed up!

Nothing stands in the way.

But she didn't have the strength to stop it.

Prince Xi Gu still breathed in her ear, "Give me to you, do you want to?"

Ling Weifeng's body was so limp as if he had no bones, completely limp in his arms.

If it wasn't for him holding her at this moment, she would have collapsed on the bed, unable to sit still.

"No, no, no...don't."

"That can't be done." Prince Xi Gu Bian said, the hands that drew circles on her knees slowly moved upwards along the inner thighs.

"The gift I send out will never be taken back."

As he said, his hand had slipped to the base of her thigh.

Ling Weifeng clamped his legs tightly in fright, and clamped his mischievous hand.

Her face was flushed red, her breath was slightly out of breath, and her rhythm was already out of order.

"Xi... Emperor Xi, no."