Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (26)

I don't know where he found the wine.

It tastes spicy and feels like there is a mouthful of fire in my throat. A thin layer of sweat immediately appears on my back, and I feel hot.

There was only a small pot in total. Qin Yan took a sip and looked at her with a smile on his face, his chin propped up. There was a thin layer of cold white skin on the back of his hand, with obvious light blue blood vessels, and the protruding veins on his wrist bones seemed to be beating.

Very sexy.

Ruan Ruan poured another glass of wine, tilted her head back and drank it. When she tilted her neck back, her fair skin seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light under the candlelight, and it fell into his eyes.

She was a little drunk—

His head was dizzy and after shaking his head, his movements were still slow. His fair and tender face was now slightly red and his breath smelled faintly of alcohol.

I couldn't close my eyes, and it seemed like they would close in the next second.

Qin Yan laughed and stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her. Ruan Ruan subconsciously grabbed it with both hands and leaned forward to take a closer look.

It seems as if he wants to see every line on it clearly.

A thin layer of sweat formed on the palms of her hands. Ruan Ruan loosened her hands uncomfortably, muttering something.

She wanted to get up, but when she stood up she staggered from side to side, as if she was stepping on cotton.

Qin Yan stood up slowly, raised his eyebrows barely perceptibly, opened his hands and waited -

The warm and soft girl fell into his arms, and he fell back and hugged her tightly.

There was still some pain when his back touched the ground, but he nonchalantly held the person closer to him, tightening his arms.

The sweet fragrance of the girl mixed with the faint aroma of wine lingered in his breath.

His vision was a little blurry. Ruan Ruan rested her palms on his shoulders. His collar was slightly torn open. His black hair hung down, and a few strands of hair brushed against his exposed skin.

Ruan Ruan put her nose close and sniffed gently.

So close that it almost touched his cold white skin——

"You guys smell like that."

She suddenly spoke, her words were not clear and were muted.

The hot and humid breath was on his neck, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but turn red, his Adam's apple suddenly rolled up and down, and a small piece of cold white skin under his collar turned red little by little.

The elixir took effect in his body and had completely repaired his body. An area of ​​ointment on his face was still half wet.

Qin Yan curled his arms around her slightly, but did not tighten them.

Ruan Ruan forced herself to open her heavy eyelids and blinked to try to see the scene clearly.

She moved closer as if bewildered, cupping his cheeks with her hands.

She stared at him with a somewhat frozen gaze, "It looks good. It's mine."

A soft voice fell into his ears, and the next second, he felt a warm touch in front of his lips, gently pressing against them.

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(Imagine the male protagonist's counterattack)
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After being released, she breathed rapidly and there was mist in front of her eyes.

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Qin Yan's eyes were also wet, with an obvious smile in his eyes and a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

He wiped the wet marks from Ruan Ruan's lips, his voice very hoarse, "Will you forget it tomorrow when you sober up?"

He laughed softly, "I can't let you take advantage of me."

Qin Yan picked her up and carefully held her in his arms. The little face leaning against his chest was red, and the swollen lips were slightly open, which was very pitiful.

His heart itched.

Still want to.

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(End of this chapter)