Chapter 933 Shall we go together tonight?

As soon as she opened the door, Ye Bihuang saw the purple shirt covering the book on her head and squinting. She is now wearing a lace pure white translucent nightdress wrapped in an exquisite jade body. Her round buttocks are sitting in front of the desk. The nightdress is very loose, the neckline is sprinkled, and the chest inside can be seen clearly at a glance. The towering and swollen breasts squeeze out a Snow-white **, the delicate breasts without breasts can no longer be ripe, just like fairy peaches, frankincense bursts, even if it is far away, Ye Bihuang can smell it,

Although Ye Bihuang is far away from her, in fact, Ye Bihuang saw at a glance that there was nothing in the purple silk skirt. The center of the root of the big legs was dark and hazy, and the delicate valley had shown the fragrance of small buds.

Ye Bihuang stepped forward and sat gently by the bed. The purple shirt was sleeping. Ye Bihuang didn't want to disturb her. Looking at her exquisite, concave and convex body, Ye Bihuang stretched out his hand, but finally failed to fall on it.

For the purple shirt, for Zhou Yan and others, Ye Bihuang always feels a little indebted. He makes their men to accompany them from time to time, so he always feels a little guilty, but he has so much time. During the day, he has to be a fighting opponent of the purple shirt in the task hall, and there is a long time at night. You still have to do tasks and accumulate victory points,

In retrosumption, some time ago, Ye Bihuang could also find time to accompany the girls during the day, but he couldn't eat them at that time, so he couldn't do a lot of things. He knew that the girls fell in love with him, but he could never break through the last step.

After giving them all to reality, Ye Bihuang ate their sisters. At this time, he didn't have much time to accompany them.

Ye Bihuang feels that it's okay to take a little time to accompany the girls during the day. After all, the time during the day is not suitable for tasks. It's too fragmentary.

Just as Ye Bihuang was thinking, the ** lying purple shirt suddenly moved, turned over, and his face was also exposed from under the book. Seeing the delicate face of the purple shirt, Ye Bihuang suddenly wanted to draw it down and draw such a thing. If you want to take things to reality, you must have to exchange them from the mall or What is brought in from reality, if what Ye Zi directly fantasizes here, can't be brought out,

Ye Bihuang found something that had been put in it directly from his sword imprint. There happened to be paper, so he took it out. According to the appearance of the purple shirt at this moment, Ye Bihuang drew it little by little, because he had the skill of "painting master". Ye Bihuang used it many times before. I am also a lot proficient. Although it is not as easy as when the "painting master" skill is used, it is still possible to draw high-quality paintings.

After 20 minutes of smearing, Ye Bihuang finally drew a picture of Sleeping Beauty by sketching. Although it is impossible to use color and other color factors to show the white jade-like skin, rosy toes, and black hair and pink lips of the purple shirt, but if you look carefully, you can also see the posture of Sleeping Beauty

Ye Bihuang put aside the painting he had finished, and another picture suddenly appeared in his mind. That picture once impressed him deeply, and he was stunned at that time.

Yes, that night, when he and Lee Kuan Yew went to punish Tang Xiaoyu, they slapped themselves, which scared the young lady of the Tang family like a "fertilized" rabbit. She jumped and rubbed her painful buttocks with one hand and hid behind the tall, rich and handsome men.

In that scene, Ye Bihuang clearly remembered the light redness on Tang Xiaoqi's face, which was really wonderful. At that time, he really wanted to convert the picture into an image. Now that he remembered it, this idea in his heart was even more uncontrollable, so he quietly walked out of the door and went directly to the mall to exchange a lot of professional painting tools. He began to paint in the hall. At this moment, he forgot his main purpose of coming here.

Ye Bihuang recalled everything that day. He remembered that Tang Xiaohui hid behind the rich and handsome man at that time. When the rich and handsome men saw her appearance, they laughed kindly one after another. That scene was really funny, because Tang Xiaohong, the eldest daughter of the Tang Gang, was treated so cleverly by a boy who didn't look very big. It's really rare to see in a hundred years,

Ye Bihuang's hands turned into a phantom, holding a brush in his hand, and painting on the drawing board. He thought about the scene of the day, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Tang Xiaoyu was very beautiful and touching, which was absolutely undeniable. It was said that her eldest sister's demeanor was heroic, but on that day, she covered her ass and hid away. The amorous feelings were so touching that the surrounding scenery turned into black and white in an instant,

Ye Bihuang remembered that scene in his heart, perhaps because of the light, or because of the blush on his face, which made Ye Bihuang intoxicated.

Ye Bihuang painted a painting. Soon, after he finished the painting, he directly took it back into his sword-shaped mark space. He would not take it out and look at it. He just took it out and recalled it. After receiving all the brushes and so on to the sword-shaped mark, Ye Bihuang returned to the purple shirt room again, but She found that she was holding a book in her hand, lying on **, supporting her chest with her hands, raising her feet slightly, and shaking them gently,

There is no doubt that she is reading,

Hearing someone push the door in, the purple shirt immediately turned her head. She looked very happy: "Bihuang, you're here."

"Well, it's as if you know."

The purple shirt raised the sketch he left in the room just now: "I think you are the one who has this spare time, hee hee."

"Since you know I'm here, why don't you come out to find me?" Ye Bihuang sat down to **, followed, and gently patted the upturned buttocks of the purple shirt,

The purple shirt shrank her buttocks and then said, "Since you have left, there must be a reason. If you want to come again, it's very easy. Why bother me to find you? In case the two of us just miss it, it's funny to start."

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "Your analysis also makes sense."

The purple shirt squeezed the cherry's mouth, and suddenly got up and sat at the head of the bed with his buttocks: "Say it, what's the matter with me?"

"I'm thinking that your sisters have all gone out to Xiaoyao. Don't you stay here alone? Isn't it boring?"

"Hee hee, what work are you going to arrange for me? Say it and make sure to complete the task."

Ye Bihuang glanced at the delicate lips of the purple shirt: "I won't beat around the bush. I just want to tell you that if you can, you come to my house to take care of me and take care of my parents by the way. In the morning and afternoon, you can read books, occasionally clean the room, and cook for a day, okay?"

The purple shirt's eyes lit up: "Isn't it that you can accompany me every day?"

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "I'm afraid this is not possible, because I have to go to school, or I have other things to do when I go out, but I'm usually at home at night. If you agree, you can help me warm my bed at night."

"Warm the bed, it's light." When Ye Zishan heard Ye Bihuang's words, the corners of her mouth rose slightly and showed a mischieous smile, "Do you dare to tell your parents that I am your girlfriend? As long as you dare, I will warm your bed."

Ye Bihuang's head is full of black lines: "It's not impossible, but I'm waiting for a year or two, purple shirt, I'm not an adult yet."

"You still know that you are not an adult. Seeing that your women are all in their twenties, sometimes I wonder if you have a tendency to be a royal sister." Although the purple shirt is quiet, she basically doesn't talk. She just likes to read books. In fact, it's because there are too many women around Ye Bihuang. She can't even interrupt when she wants to talk. Now the women in the mission hall have been called out by him, and finally they are empty. Now the two meet alone, which is also looking at each other. Yi Mian Mian, how can there be nothing to say,

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "Just say, agree or disagree. In fact, it's just one or two words."

The purple shirt pouted: "What's the matter? You still want to force me." With that, he held the big doll beside him in his arms, held the book in his hand, and turned around.

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "You know, I never force my own woman. In fact, I'm asking for your advice."

The purple shirt didn't speak, and Ye Bihuang slapped the buttocks of the purple shirt: "I don't agree. It seems to be very aggrieved. I didn't beat you or scold you. This is a good discussion with you."

"Take your hands away." The purple shirt was touched by Ye Bihuang's buttocks and felt itchy. She bit her lower lip gently and tried not to laugh. Instead, she said seriously,

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "What can you do if I don't take it away?"

"It's so itchy. Take it away." The purple shirt finally couldn't help it and giggled. She stretched out her hand to take away Ye Bihuang's big hand on her buttocks, but she didn't expect that her hands were restrained by this guy.

Ye Bihuang gently pressed his body on the purple shirt, blew a breath in her ear, and whispered, "Purple shirt, shall we go together tonight?"

Remembering that after taking away her red pills with Zishan last time, she was no longer with her, and she never spent time with her again. Ye Bihuang felt a little guilty. She put a good yellow flower girl to let her family guard the empty room alone, and the other party only liked herself. I can't say it's okay. I can go to Sister Suyan, Ye Zi, and all the sisters, but why can't I come to the purple shirt?

Ye Bihuang wants to compensate for the purple shirt, at least give her her own arms and give her her own warmth,

Ye Bihuang gently picked up the purple shirt from ** with his backhand and gently hugged her in his arms,