1851 Two People's Style 3

Looking at this shape, Ye Qingli expressed her satisfaction.

Then, she started to work around again.

The whole cave was cleaned up and the fire started again...

Just when she was so busy sweating all over, she suddenly found a burning gaze staring at her.

Ye Qingli turned her head back vigilantly.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Jun Aohan had already opened his eyes at this time.

With a tired smile on his face, he looked at Ye Qingli.

"What are you doing?"

"Take care of you."

Ye Qingli rolled up her high sleeves and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Thanks a lot."

There was gratitude in Jun Aohan's voice.

This seemed to be the first time that he felt the warmth of others.

Since his mother and concubine died, he has never been taken care of so tenderly.

He never let a woman get close.

And like Aofeng, they wouldn't be as careful as Ye Qingli.

"It's not hard, I used to do it often."

Ye Qingli wiped a sweat.

"This kind of work is trivial."

In her previous life, she even worked in a fast food restaurant.

However, Jun Aohan obviously misunderstood her meaning.

After hearing this sentence, his eyes became heavy.

After a long time, he said, "Don't worry, this king will never remind you of the old days."

It was only then that he remembered what kind of life Ye Qingli lived in the Ye Mansion before.

Fortunately, those are over.

"Don't worry, this king will definitely let you enjoy everything and everything in the world. Even if this king can't do it, this king will definitely find a way."

He spoke very solemnly.

Ye Qingli felt a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, it's just right for you to be hurt, so don't talk so much."

"Come on, let me give you an injection."

Ye Qingli was finally done, and was about to sit next to Jun Aohan.

Then, as soon as she felt her body soften, Jun Aohan hugged her directly into her arms.

Although the two were wearing clothes, they still had exposed skin. At this time, they were close to each other.

The skin that was as cool as ivory, with a touch of warmth that only she could feel, was attached to Ye Qingli.

Ye Qingli closed her eyes slightly.

At this time, she had a very reassuring feeling.

She will never be afraid of being by this man's side.

I really don't know, why are so many women in Fengyi City so afraid of him?

She leaned against Jun Aohan's arms, her whole body was languid, and she didn't even want to move a little finger.

His eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy little civet cat.

The bloodless lips and slightly pale complexion seemed to have a different kind of charm at this time.

Her skin, her eyebrows, her movements, her eyes...

In Jun Aohan's view, everything was so perfect that he was incomparably fascinated by it.

Suddenly, he lowered his head gently, and then his lips were pressed against Ye Qingli's.

A burst of heat suddenly came.

Like electric current, flowing through her body.

Ye Qingli felt that her whole body was so soft that she lost her bones.

"Well... your body..."

Just before she had time to speak, a powerful tongue invaded in an extremely domineering way.

Then, almost greedily sucking the **** in her lips and teeth domineeringly want to take her everything, her everything...