The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

Chapter 117: The Demon Lord Becomes a Love Brain (42)

With one step, Rong Yuan carried Shi You to the dark room in the dragon's lair within a short time.

Shi You felt a chill hit her, and she couldn't help rubbing her cold arms.

Looking up, this is actually an ice room, surrounded by layers of ice, surrounded by ice flowers, the center of the ice room is an ice bed, the crystal clear world of ice and snow, so beautiful that it is not like the world.

The icy cold made Rong Yuan regain some sanity.

Rong Yuan raised his hand and lightly touched her cheek with his fingers: "Is it cold?"

Shiyou wrapped his arms around his neck and rubbed against his arms: "You are warm."

"I'll hold you." Rong Yuan sat on the ice bed, holding Shiyou in his arms.

Shiyou could feel that the temperature of Rong Yuan's body didn't drop because of the temperature of the ice room, but got higher and higher instead.

At first he could bear it, but in the end it was as if someone was roasting him with a fire.

The heat emitted from the depths of his body could melt him.

At this moment, Rong Yuan's mind has been completely burned by that powerful possessive desire.

He just smelled the fragrance of Shiyou's body, touched that soft skin, and wished he could swallow him whole...

Rong Yuan looked at her panting, unable to utter a word.

Trying to control himself has exhausted all his strength.

He knew what he looked like now, like a hungry wolf.

His eyes were straight, he was extremely embarrassed, and he was ugly.

Rong Yuan kept silent, just looked at her like this, Shiyou felt a little nervous.

Shi You could only ask, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

It was unbearable.

His whole body seemed to be on fire.

But he must restrain himself and not hurt his little girl.

"Can I kiss you?"

Rong Yuan was very close to her, and when he spoke, his breath fell on his neck deliberately, and his voice was deliberately low and hoarse.

like bewitching.

Shiyou nodded in a strange way.

The girl's appearance of being so well-behaved that she could almost let her do whatever she wanted made Rong Yuan's mouth dry. He tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his heart and forced himself to remain calm.

Shi You felt his lower back being lifted up by his palm, and then she greeted his kiss.

He stretched out his hand to pinch her jaw, and squeezed it lightly, forcing her to open her small mouth to welcome him as much as possible.

Shiyou responded to him clumsily, but it was difficult to resist this moist kiss.

Shi You grabbed his skirt with one hand, her white fingers clenched tightly, and she was a little out of breath.

After an unknown amount of time, Shiyou was almost suffocating, and the hand that grabbed the skirt turned into a push, and Rong Yuan let go.

She tilted her head, gasped for breath, her lips trembled slightly, red as if she was about to bleed.

He didn't have the guts to kiss her below the neck, for fear that he couldn't help but eat her.

The man's low panting lingered in her ears, the corners of her eyes were flushed, and her voice was hoarse: "Help me untie my belt."

Hot red climbed up Shiyou's cheeks, she froze, her eyelashes trembling with nervousness.

Warm palms clasped her wrists, leading her down.

Her wrist is really thin, with a thin layer of skin covering the bones of the hand, giving people a particularly fragile feeling, as if he could crush her bones even if he exerted a little force.

Shiyou's heart was beating non-stop.

She didn't even dare to raise her head to look at him, she was leaning against his arms, with the tip of her nose against his shoulder.

She was forced to be led by him, and in her vague mind, Rong Yuan's voice lingered softly in her ears.

Say things that make you blush.