Chapter 960 Your Little Witch [Additional Chapter 71 for the Golden Alliance Crazy Man]

"The Supreme Supervisor of the Only Orthodox Church, who holds the Imperial Sword, can check and punish anyone below the Deputy Chief Priest, but does not have the power to deal with church affairs, so it should be me."

Yan Beihan smiled slightly: "Fang Che, what do you think?"

"I thought of it."

Fang Che smiled: "Congratulations, President Yan."

Yan Beihan smiled, looked at him with his beautiful eyes, and said: "Are you a little disappointed?"

"Not at all!"

Fang Che smiled: "In this way, I have the support of the Ten Priests in the Only Orthodox Church. I am too happy to be disappointed?"

Yan Beihan laughed, then frowned: "You are not wrong to say so."

"The future is unknown no matter how I think about it."

Yan Beihan smiled and said: "Since then, I have really started to think about my lifelong affairs."

Fang Che coughed, a little embarrassed.

Yan Beihan showed shame on his face and said: "But I didn't expect that it would be in such a situation to make it clear..."

Fang Che coughed repeatedly.

"What I can't accept the most is... Bi Yunyan got involved in the middle, and I was the one who pulled her in!"

Yan Beihan gritted his teeth. Every time he thought of this, he wanted to hit himself on the head a few times.

How stupid are you, Yan Beihan? Why did you think of teaming up with Bi Yunyan?

At that time, if you didn't team up and went alone, wouldn't it be... OK?

But now, it's useless to say anything.

Fang Che blushed and just coughed: "Subordinates, subordinates... didn't... didn't expect it."

Yan Beihan snorted, looked at him sideways, bit his lip and said: "Are you very proud?"

"I'm not..." Fang Che shook his head hurriedly.

"Are you not proud?" Yan Beihan glared.

"I'm... proud." Fang Che could only admit it. In fact, he was a little proud.

"You are proud? You are actually proud?" Yan Beihan was aggressive.

"I..."

Fang Che picked up the wine glass and said bitterly: "I'll drink a glass of wine as punishment."

Yan Beihan stared at him drinking, and finally sighed and said dejectedly: "It's fate..."

Fang Che didn't dare to speak at all.

Yan Beihan stood up gently and walked slowly to Fang Che, taller than Fang Che who was sitting; her small hand gently touched Fang Che's shoulder, and Fang Che could feel her hand trembling slightly.

But she still firmly placed it on it.

Yan Beihan whispered: "Fang Che, do you remember, when you carried me on your back, I turned my head... our lips touched each other."

Fang Che's mouth was dry: "... yes."

"It's a pity that you looked like a night demon at that time."

Yan Beihan whispered: "But I didn't have time to think about your appearance at that time... The whole person felt like a dream."

Fang Che looked up at her and swallowed his saliva.

Yan Beihan smiled, looked into Fang Che's eyes, and said, "General Fang, do you remember what I called myself when we were chatting on the communication jade before?"

"Little Witch."

Fang Che's voice was a little hoarse.

Yan Beihan asked softly, "Then do you know why I call myself a little witch, but always call you General Fang?"

"I understand."

Fang Che sighed softly in his heart, really understood. He even felt infinitely moved in his heart.

Yan Beihan raised his face slightly, and said softly in a trembling voice: "General Fang... Don't you want to kiss your little witch?"

Fang Che swallowed a mouthful of saliva, felt a pair of soft hands holding his face, his mind was confused, and the four lips had already closed together.

Yan Beihan closed his starry eyes slightly, leaned in Fang Che's arms, raised his face, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged Fang Che's neck.

Fang Che only felt a fragrance that penetrated into his bones, and for a moment he was confused and kissed the beauty in front of him.

A pair of hands slowly raised up and slowly placed on the beauty's buttocks.

Slowly exerting force, feeling the soft touch.

Yan Beihan's body trembled, but he seemed to have no feeling, just entangled with his lover's tongue.

Fang Che hugged and kissed, kneading, and only felt that his arms were like a ball of pure water and a piece of mutton-fat jade.

A pair of hands were no longer satisfied with the status quo, and slid in along the lapels like a swimming fish.

Yan Beihan's body trembled violently.

Feeling a pair of hot hands slowly and forcefully swimming on his body. It seemed that they wanted to leave the mark of these hands on every inch they walked.

"Chief Fang..." Yan Beihan murmured, intoxicated, kissing his lover: "Is your little witch... beautiful?"

"Beautiful... My little witch, the most beautiful."

Fang Che responded, and after kneading continuously, a pair of hands slid down the buttocks to the straight and round legs.

Yan Beihan panted heavily, feeling like he had a fever all over his body. As his lover's hands slid over him, flames burned everywhere.

The hands finally changed their positions and began to move upwards firmly towards the highest place.

Finally, firmly and forcefully, they announced the occupation of the mountaintop.

Yan Beihan panted heavily, his eyes were hazy, and he felt that his sacred place, which had never been touched by anyone, was being ravaged by the man in front of him.

He didn't seem to cherish it, and used various techniques to change his shape.

Very rude.

Fang Che slowly released his grip on Yan Beihan's lips and began to march downwards, with his hands constantly moving.

Yan Beihan panted violently.

But he tried to reach out his hand, wrapped his hand on his chest, pressed it down, shook his head, and begged: "Enough... Fang Che... Enough."

Fang Che held the smoothness in his hands, kneading it, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Yan... don't you want to be my little witch? Now is the time..."

Yan Beihan took a deep breath, and held Fang Che's hand more and more firmly, begging: "Boss Fang, it's not that the witch won't give it to you... but... I don't want to give it to you in this way forced by things... Please... please forgive me..."

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Fang Che understood.

Yan Beihan wanted a perfect ending.

But he believed that if he forced it now, Yan Beihan would never resist.

But Fang Che was willing to give her time and eat slowly.

A pair of hands squeezed Yan Beihan's chest and whispered, "Why did the little witch take the initiative to seduce me today?"

Yan Beihan's body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice, "Because... because the witch thought... after the meridians are opened, Mr. Fang... Mr. Fang will still be able to see everything without missing anything... so, so... the little witch wants Mr. Fang to understand her feelings first."

"It's not for the sake of meridians and exercises... to confess before you."

Yan Beihan looked at the man who was flirting with her affectionately, and said softly but firmly, "... because... the witch herself wants to be... Mr. Fang's woman."

Fang Che looked into her eyes: "I know."

"Please give the little witch some time... wait, wait until the meridians are opened and practiced... the cultivation level returns to the original state, then... then..."

Yan Beihan put his red lips up and murmured, "... and then willingly dedicate my body... to... Mr. Fang to enjoy..."

Fang Che slowly pulled his hand out from her chest, pulling it out very slowly, kneading it while pulling it out, and Yan Beihan's body kept shaking.

Finally, Fang Che held Yan Beihan's face in his hands and whispered seriously: "Then, I'll wait."

Yan Beihan was relieved: "Thank... Thank you for understanding, Mr. Fang."

Fang Che enjoyed the tenderness of the beautiful woman and understood it immediately in his heart.

Yan Beihan has not yet returned to the strongest cultivation when she came in, and now losing her virginity does have some impact.

When the cultivation is fully restored, it will be equivalent to the unity of inside and outside.

But no matter what the reason is, today has come to this point after all.

Fang Che is of course not in a hurry.

Holding Yan Beihan's soft body, Fang Che whispered in her ear: "Thank you."

Yan Beihan panted, nodded slightly, with a shy expression on her face, and hugged Fang Che's waist more tightly with both hands, and a sweet smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Of course, calling Mr. Fang a little witch is flirting between the two, but Yan Beihan is also using this method to erase the sense of subordinate status that Ye Mo salutes him every day. Smooth out the gap in status between the two.

To show that he has never been superior to Fang Che.

All the things before were just for the outsiders to see.

Chief Fang is a guardian, which has nothing to do with the Solitary Orthodox Church. Even if he is the chief leader, he is nothing in front of the guardian, not to mention a princess?

The so-called princess, in the eyes of the guardian Chief Fang, is just a little witch.

Yan Beihan has been working hard. Although this approach is a bit of a cover-up, now that the feelings between each other are clear, the title at that time has played a huge role.

Although she has never said this intention, she has been doing it; when there are only two people with Fang Che, Yan Beihan has always put herself in a weak position.

Including daily chats.

Because she doesn't want her man to be dissatisfied with her in any aspect or have any grudges about the past in the future.

Although Fang Che is not that kind of person, Yan Beihan is also trying to make up for it.

She uses her own intelligence and wisdom to make the best effort to create a happy future for herself.

So Fang Che said this "thank you" today.

Response: I know all your intentions. I know it very well.

Yan Beihan didn't say anything more about this, everything was already unspoken.

Yan Beihan slowly let go of his hand, put his forehead on Fang Che's chest, and slowly calmed his breathing and heartbeat.

Finally, he left Fang Che's chest, and looked at Fang Che with shyness and anger: "Mr. Fang, you are really rude."

"Master Yan, it was the subordinate who offended... I just couldn't help it."

Fang Che apologized seriously.

"Humph."

Yan Beihan covered his clothes and sat down opposite him. His face was still flushed, his eyes were shining, and he whispered: "So you... understand what?"

Fang Che said: "At present, due to coincidence, encountering something like the star fruit is different from our expectations, and even more different from Master Yan's original plan. There is a sense of being coerced. So Master Yan is uncomfortable."

Yan Beihan let out a long breath, lowered his eyebrows and said: "So... That's why I want you to understand my feelings, and I do this with a mentality of healing my woman."