"Beautiful Master, your little mouth is so sweet!"
Zhou Chen affectionately kissed the smooth cheek of Huangfu Yueyao, whose beauty could not be described by the falling fish or sinking geese, nor the closed moon or shy flowers, and said with ardor:
"Beautiful Master really beguiles the disciple, lost in it, unable to extricate myself!"
"Don't say such things!"
Huangfu Yueyao felt extremely ashamed, her beautiful eyes welled with water, like a deep and expansive autumn pool, glanced flirtatiously at Zhou Chen.
What a big bad guy.
"The disciple just likes Beautiful Master."
Zhou Chen kissed Huangfu Yueyao's eyes, her tall nose, and cherry mouth.
Huangfu Yueyao panted softly.
Zhou Chen continued downward, kissing her white chin, kissing her long swan neck.
Huangfu Yueyao's full chest trembled slightly, her hands as white as green onions tightly embracing Zhou Chen's head, her eyes like water:
"Such a little pup!"
But immediately after.
