Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 752 Your Highness, It’s Time for You to Take Your Medicine (94)

Kwins was stunned as if struck by lightning. "You..." Before he could finish his words, his lips were suddenly kissed as if he was electrocuted. The clothes on their bodies disappeared like a phantom in the next second.

The cool and soft skin pressed against him like silky satin, and the nimble tongue invaded his territory directly like a nimble little snake. The sweet feeling seemed to hit his taste buds directly, making him involuntarily respond to her teasing.

Their breaths were tightly intertwined like lingering silk threads, and the charming atmosphere filled the mecha like thick fog.

"Prince...is that all you have?" Amidst her rapid breathing, Xing Rong's voice was like the chirping of a nightingale, whispering in Kwins' ear.

Kwins seemed irritated by her provocation, like a stubborn calf who couldn't help but "fight back" at her, or like a clumsy child trying to find a way to perform better.

"Hmm~ The eldest prince seems to have made progress..."

Then, Nakwins let out a low, dull groan from deep in his throat, as if the sound was squeezed out from the deepest part of his body, carrying a hint of pleasure and satisfaction.

Xing Yan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling with dazzling light like bright stars, with a bit of confusion as he was immersed in joy, and also a bit of clarity as he gradually became clearer.

"So... we don't have to wait 20 minutes..."

As soon as Xing Rong finished speaking, the hand on his waist tightened suddenly. He seemed to be stimulated. Without saying a word, he regrouped, his movements more violent and violent than before, making Xing Rong feel a little dizzy.

At this moment, she couldn't help but sigh at his waist strength. Who said that the eldest prince would never recover after becoming disabled?

Look at this waist, it’s very well trained!

Xing Rong tried her best to keep herself steady, but the man under her didn't seem to want to let her go easily, so she had to grit her teeth. Suddenly a small knife appeared in her hand, and she quickly cut her left wrist with it.

The strong smell of blood quickly spread, and Kwins, who was immersed in the love affairs of Wushan, woke up instantly.

"What..." He was about to ask, but Xing Rong interrupted him again, "Don't stop..."

The ant is extremely sensitive to smells and loves blood, especially the blood of virgins, so when she treated him before, she did the bleeding herself.

Female ants are extremely sensitive to the male's yang essence and the female's yin essence. The mixture of these two things is the best supplement for them to nourish the fetus.

Xing Rong's whispers were as soft as silk, sliding past his ears. She was charming and gentle, making him intoxicated.

Hearing this, Kwens held her up with both hands, allowing her to follow his rhythm more easily.

A complex smell mixed with a hint of blood spread, and she removed the white cloth on his eyes.

He seemed to sense something crawling out of his eyes, and the tiny itchy feeling was like a small insect, crawling along his face all the way to his chin.

The light flowed slowly into his world like a trickle of water. The long-lost colors and mecha equipment reappeared before his eyes like a gorgeous painting.

The joy and excitement in his heart surged like a raging tide. His long arms, like steel, hugged the slender waist of the person in his arms, and the strength gradually tightened until she said "hmm" softly, and then he relaxed a little.

The white and tender body was like a blooming snow lotus, sitting quietly on him, her snow-white arms were like two nimble white snakes, tightly wrapped around his arms, her waist-length black hair was simply tied up with a clip, but it had become loose due to the frequent movements just now, and a few strands of hair were vaguely hanging down.

He couldn't see her face. At this moment, she was like a tired little bird, lying on his shoulder with her face buried in his neck. Her soft lips sometimes brushed his shoulders lightly like feathers. Her breath of varying weights was like a warm spring breeze, blowing on him for a long time. The tenderness seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke, which lingered for a long time.

All kinds of complex emotions made him even more excited, and as his breathing became heavier, infinite satisfaction finally burst out.