Sword Three + Douluo, the Fortune-Telling God, the Second Part Sequel

Pushing the door, Tang San walked into his room with the soft body in his arms.

Yan Le lay on Tang San's chest, eyes wide open in confusion, looked around vacantly, and asked suspiciously.

"This is not my room."

Yan Le raised his head and looked at Tang San ignorantly, repeating these words in his mouth.

Tang San hugged Yan Le and put him on his bed, watching him gently rubbing against the soft pillow, no longer muttering in his mouth, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

A dim light flashed across his black eyes, Tang San raised his hand and gently stroked Yan Leyan's peach-like face.

The rough fingertips swept across Yan Le's delicate forehead, slowly down, past his slender eyelashes and delicate nose, until he reached the blushing and plump lips.

Finger pads rubbed the moist red lips, and the slender fingertips tried to penetrate through the lips to play with the little tongue that spoke ruthless words.

Thinking of what Yan Le said tonight, Tang San's face was dark, but looking at Yan Le's sleeping face was a bit gentle.

With a light sigh, Tang San retracted his fingers, leaned over his body, leaned close to Yan Le's sleeping face, and whispered, "When will you know my thoughts?"

The warm breath of Yan Le breathed on Tang San's face close at hand, the spring scent of ale carried a hint of peach blossom, the red lips opened slightly, and the fine white teeth and bright red tongue could be vaguely seen. Looming.

Tang San's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the person in his heart lay ignorantly under him, as if cleverly letting others do what they wanted. This kind of temptation was a man, let alone Tang San.

Slowly approaching, with the heat in his breath surrounding the two of them, Tang San looked directly at Yan Le's intoxicated little face, and lightly stamped the pink lips that Xiao had thought about in his dream countless times.

It’s even more beautiful than imagined touch—

Tang San relaxed ~ body, and simply printed his lips on Yan Le's.

Just this feeling fascinated Tang San, who had no emotional experience in the past or this life.

What I smell in my breath is the scent of Yan Le, as if the two have reached each other, and I am in you.

Yan Le felt something strange in his body in his sleep, and his brain numb with alcohol turned weakly, struggling slightly.

"Woo-oh, let go of the nest."

Because Yan Le squirmed his lips to speak, the corners of the two touching lips rubbed together, giving Tang San a stronger and more comfortable feeling.

But this is not what Tang San is paying attention to now. Normally, his slender and powerful body is as rigid as a sculpture the moment Yan Le opens his eyes.

Cold sweat broke out on Tang San's back, his breathing stopped, his heartbeat began to speed up, and his heartbeat rose to its maximum in a short period of time.

Tang San froze in place nervously, his sight drifted, afraid to look at Yan Le, afraid of seeing disgust and disgusting emotions in his eyes.

If he discovered these emotions in Yan Le's eyes, Tang San didn't know what he would do.

Lele will not leave me, will he hate me for this.

What should I do, what should I do if Lele leaves me.

Otherwise, Lele will be locked up and locked up where only I know, so that he can only look at me.

Pressing down the terrifying thoughts entrenched in the corner of his heart, Tang San looked away with difficulty, looked at the silent Yan Le, waiting for his final answer.

Yan Le opened her eyes dazedly, staring at Tang San who was stiffened with her eyes blankly, feeling the strangeness on her pink lips, Yan Le stretched out her small tongue and licked Tang San's lips, vaguely. Qingdao: "Honey smell~~"

Yan Le: The honey-flavored jelly in front of you is so delicious and sweet!