Thirty-one, it's hard to calculate

Hearing these words, Juncheng's heart fluctuated, and he unconsciously loosened his hand. He looked up at Yu Qingcun, but when he saw such a handsome figure, how could he be willing to let go? He couldn't help but hold on Yu Qingcun's wrist again, and his eyes were full of burning brilliance. But he said secretly, "No. I can't let go of this. Qingcun, do you know that Yunzong pays attention to me because he is a little like you. Today, you have made a secret promise, but why did you suddenly change your mind? It must be because of Yunzong, he appeared in my bedroom. Does this teach you to hesitate? Clear, but with you, that cloud is not in my eyes. As he spoke, he became a little anxious. With a little force, he took Yu Qingcun to his side. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he had already clasped Yu Qingcun's body.

Yuqing was anxious, but he still looked at Juncheng calmly and said, "Does the emperor think coercion will be interesting? Qingcun will only hate you in the future.

Jun Cheng was stared, but suddenly looked up and laughed. Yu Qingcun didn't say anything and looked at him coldly. But when he heard Juncheng laugh for a while, he smiled strangely and said, "Qingcun, I won't force you. You have just drunk three or four glasses of wine. Are you interested in knowing what's in the wine?

Yu Qingcun's face changed greatly. At this moment, he felt that a mass of heat rose from his lower abdomen. The more anxious he was, the faster the heat went. In an instant, his whole body was burned. He couldn't help trembling and said, "You, you actually got off...**?"

But when he saw Juncheng, he nodded with a smile. Yu Qingcun couldn't help but face like dead ashes. In the end, between the two of them, they still couldn't have pure beauty. Juncheng finally came to him.

Jun Cheng saw that he looked miserable, and he didn't realize that it was also a pain in his heart. He hugged Yu Qingcun's body and hugged him tightly, but whispered in his ear, "If you weren't so stubborn, how could I be willing to treat you like this... I don't believe that I will never get your heart. But over time, you will eventually understand how I love you..."

Yu Qingcun was angry when he heard the words and only struggled violently, but he thought that if he could take the road as soon as possible, he might still have some hope to get out. It's just how he is Juncheng's opponent, not to mention that he has been drugged, so he can't compete with Juncheng on weekdays. There were only two struggles, and both of them fell on the brocade bed.

Jun Cheng's eyes were red at this time, but he pressed Yu Qingcun, and one hand had torn off his shirt. Under the candlelight, a large area of skin on the upper body is opened, and the bright light flows, showing more and more tightness and elasticity of the young body. Juncheng couldn't help shortness of breath, and his eyes suddenly flashed through the scene when he first met Yu Qingcun five or six years ago. In front of him is his body that he has been missing for nearly six years. Juncheng only felt a wave of desire swept in. In his dizziness, he suddenly wanted to ** his body violently, and suddenly he wanted to worship this longing person like a pilgrimage. He looked at the jade under him. Even in anger, his hair was scattered and his face was as red as blood, but he was still handsome. He couldn't help leaning down and gently kissed Yu Qingcun's lips.

At this time, the heat in Yu Qing's body could no longer be resisted. Jun Cheng's kiss was gentle and lingering. He couldn't help but be confused, and his heart was full of Shen Fang's shadow, kissing the ** in the courtyard of Guangtai Temple. When the desire came, he forgot to struggle and where he was. He also stretched out his hand and hugged Juncheng.

Jun Cheng felt the change of Yu Qingcun and became more excited for a moment. He hugged Yu Qingcun tightly and wanted to kiss him all the way down his neck.

But suddenly fell from Yu Qingcun.

Yu Qingcun looked blankly at Jun Cheng's eyes full of desire and anger, and rolled down to his side. He didn't know what had happened. But when he saw a man standing at the head of the bed, he was dressed in black, and even his face was wrapped in black cloth, with only a pair of black eyes, shining under the dim candlelight.

The man in black pulled the brocade quilt, wrapped Yu Qingcun, carried him, flew out of the palace a few times.