Chapter 1333 Yan Tao: What, You Fancy Me?

The simple black shirt clings tightly to the man's upper body, revealing the firm and perfect muscle lines on the lower abdomen.

Unexpectedly, his clothes were buttoned up to the first one, and the clothes were wet again.

Contradictions give birth to an aesthetic feeling of abstinence and extreme lust.

Song Lingfeng stood at the entrance of the cave with a puzzled expression: Did he read it wrong? In the heavy rain just now, wasn't this Mr. Qin's clothes dry?

Lian Feng crookedly leaned against the stone wall, the corner of his mouth twitching: Beauty trap.

Is this because he knows the old man who is rigid like Mr. Qin?

Adjutant Lian looked up.

Is the world too crazy, or am I not stylish enough?

Can't keep up with the pace of the times.

Song Lefeng stared at the outside very vigilantly, with a pair of sharp eyes staring at the outside.

Lian Feng reluctantly followed the guards: award himself a medal of Hua Guo's good adjutant.

Well, I definitely deserve it.

Young Master Yan was leaning lazily on the stone wall, with a pair of peach-blossom eyes wanton and unrestrained, he glanced at the extremely alluring man opposite him without restraint.

My heart is beating around the corner.

Xiaoqi: Master, don't forget your promise.

Yantao...! ! !

Very angry: Whose system are you!

Xiaoqi automatically and consciously said: You promised Master Yunkuo, and you set up an automatic reminder.

Xiao Qi has a pure and kind face: I am just an innocent system.

Yan Tao: Oh.

She twitched the corner of her lips, her eyes looked like a smile but not a smile: "Mr. Qin, do you want to take off your clothes and bake them? I don't know how long the rain will last."

"No need."

Qin Zonghan's eyes seemed to be a bottomless pool, and he couldn't see the depth.

"We'll do it after a while."

Yan Tao just said casually, seeing that he had no intention of drying the clothes, he casually raised his brows, half-closed his eyes, and began to close them to rest his mind.

Thinking in my heart: Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, all beautiful forms are emptiness...

Xiao Qi...

It rained well into the night.

As night fell, there was still no sign of weakening.

The flooded water outside, on the contrary, has an upward trend.

Qin Zong sat silently the whole time, only looking at Yan Tao from time to time.

The meaning is unclear, deep and obscure.

Young Master Yan half closed his eyes, and when he noticed the man's gaze, he opened them suddenly.

A pair of peach-blossom pupils were stained with a romantic smile, and a bewitching smile bloomed on the face that was so pale that it was almost transparent.

The upper body bent slightly, approaching the handsome and clear man.

She raised her lips and chuckled, "Why, did you see me?"

The tone was frivolous, and the yuppie's movements were full of hooliganism.

He looked like a flamboyant dandy in the world.

See Qin Zong startled.

The young man smiled, stretched out his jade-white fingers, slightly touched the man's incomparably handsome side face, and rubbed his cheeks to tease him.

"My young master likes beauties the most, why don't you come back with me?"

"You follow me, whatever you want, I can give you anything."

Qin Zongfeng's eyes were as calm as snow, and he looked at her coldly, "Going back with you?"

"I haven't seen a type like you before." Young Master Yan's peach-blossom eyes dyed the sensuality to the end of his eyes, "The ones I raised can't compare to you alone. Let me heartbeat."

"It's just one more scar..."

As the young man said, his white fingertips stroked the scar between the man's browbones, and slowly moved along the scar, looking at him frivolously, "It's just a scar, and I can help you fill it up."

"That would be perfect."