Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

As the iron door slammed shut, only Qiao Yi and He Yunting were left in the room.

Qiao Yi's hand was still covering He Yunting's face, which happened to be his scaly side.

The scales didn't cover his face, but around the eyes, and they disappeared when they reached the gills. The edges were irregularly shaped. At first glance, one thought he was wearing a silver mask with a special texture.

The scales are hard and smooth to the touch, icy cold, and Qiao Yi loves to touch them very much.

He Yunting just stood there, motionless, his azure blue eyes were full of her reflection, letting her fingertips slide up and down on his scales.

After touching a palm-sized scale, Qiao wanted to withdraw his hand, but was stopped by He Yunting.

Without any explanation, he grabbed her hand and covered the scales on his left chest again, motioning her to continue touching.

Qiao Yi smiled, but didn't move, because the place where her palm was pressed was exactly his heart, and strong pulses came from under the skin. She frowned slightly. Could this frequency be a little too fast? .

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, He Yunting seemed a little angry. He held her wrist and touched him up, down, left, and right, panting heavily.

"Oh, don't be like this." Joe wanted to withdraw his hand as soon as it hurt from his grasp, but he grabbed it even tighter.

Those azure blue eyes gradually deepened as she struggled back and forth, the dark blue like ink, like a seductive whirlpool, trying to suck her into a place of eternal doom.

Qiao subconsciously smelled danger. The person in front of him was He Yunting but not him. Could it be that he would really hurt her?

At this moment, his other hand suddenly passed through her waist, and unexpectedly hugged her by the waist.

As soon as Joe exhaled in a low voice, he also realized something instantly.

Today's He Yunting's sense of power is probably not weaker than hers.

He leaned down again, buried his head on her neck and inhaled the smell of her body deeply. This time was different from the last time, this time he was closer, as if he was right next to her ear, and the sound of wheezing and wheezing was on her ear.

Qiao Yi didn't move, his whole body froze like a sculpture.

What should she do?

She turned her head to look at the corridor where Zhu Jiu left, and secretly calculated, if she made a move now, would she be able to escape before He Yunting could react?

But before she could figure it out, a slippery thing suddenly scraped across her neck, and she trembled all over. The thing seemed to be intrigued, one after another, getting lower and lower...

She was wearing a round-neck dress, and he tore a big tear open a few times.

In order to breastfeed the little ones, she wears loose clothes that are easy to take off, and even the innermost bra is only for breastfeeding, and can be untied with a light pull.

...

Zhu Jiu rushed downstairs in a hurry, and suddenly slammed her foot on the brakes!

7 pairs of eyes, 14 facing each other.

Holding the coffee cup, He Er had just taken a sip, and was about to swallow it when he saw Zhu Jiushiwan's impatient look, he suddenly didn't dare.

A sip of coffee could not fit in his mouth, but it was so uncomfortable for him.

"Why did you come out?" Zhao Yi was the first to speak.

In anger, Zhu Jiuyi stepped forward and kicked the tea table, and the things on the table jingled and tangled nuts spilled all over the floor. Fortunately, Wu Liang and the others quickly took the baby away without hurting innocent people.

"You guys are so fucking ashamed to say, Yiyi and I are on the line of life and death, you guys sit here and have a tea party!!!"

Zhao Yi got up immediately after hearing the words: "Life and death? What happened?"