Nie Xiaoqian's somewhat pale and coquettish female grimace showed a faint blush, but she was obedient, or happily threw into Li Yun's arms, and hugged him tightly.
"My son~~~ You are here."
Her voice was soft and soft, not at all like a ghost.
Li Yun was ashamed. Since Black Feather Butterfly was not in the fairy house, the number of times he came in has also decreased. Only Xiaoqian has been talking to him in the air.
"Come on, the big beauty will give this son a kiss~"
Li Yun tuned up Nie Xiaoqian's smooth chin with his fingers in a playful manner. He wanted to kiss and **** Nie Xiaoqian's first kiss.
Unexpectedly, this female ghost with red pupils was stunned for a while after hearing Li Yun's words, and then screamed, and a shocking resentment burst out of her body, impacting all around, causing a lot of damage. .
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"Ah, ah? I'm sorry, son!"
Nie Xiaoqian quickly recovered her sanity and wanted to kneel down in a panic, but Li Yun hugged her in time.
Hugging her shivering body.
"Xiaoqian, I'm sorry." Li Yun rubbed her hair and said softly: "Does the son's rogue appearance just bring back memories of your lifetime?"
From the first time she showed her drama, Li Yun vaguely guessed what Nie Xiaoqian did before her death.
In ancient times, only opera troupes would learn to sing Peking opera. Of course, there was another place where people would learn to sing Peking opera, and that was... Goulan girl.
That is the brothel.
"No, no, the son doesn't blame himself, I blame Xiao Qian for being bad."
Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head with a sad expression, and pushed the responsibility onto herself.
Li Yun did not speak any more, raised her smooth chin, and kissed her hard, leaving her mark on the vermilion lips of the glamorous female ghost.
"The son..."
At the moment of being kissed, Nie Xiaoqian opened her eyes wide and looked at him incredulously.
After a long time, she closed her eyes, raised her head, and responded jerky.
Tears fell.
Tears of female ghosts.
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Li Yun let go of her, gently wiped away her tears, and smiled: "Do you like the son being so rude? Will you blame me for being so rude?"
With red eyes, Nie Xiaoqian shook her head, nodded again, and suddenly stretched out her arms, hugged Li Yun's neck tightly, and stood on tiptoe to give her a kiss.
She kissed hard, and tears kept running. Li Yun hugged her soft waist and fell with her on the grass by the lake.
After a long time, the panting Nie Xiaoqian finally stopped, nestled in Li Yun's arms cleverly, looking up at him, her red eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and her blushing lips and petals became more and more attractive.
Li Yun kissed her again, and said softly and domineeringly: "Xiao Qian, be a son's woman, right? You can't run away anyway, can you?"
Nie Xiaoqian's small face was even redder, and the paleness of the female ghost was gone. She bit her lip and said for a long time: "Girl, woman?" The son's woman?
"It's my wife, wife!" Li Yun stretched out his hand to stroke her beautiful hair, brushing away the messy hair, revealing her beautiful face.
"...Poof."
Nie Xiaoqian covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes filled with a happy smile, and she said softly: "Don't be mistaken, the son, even in ancient times, men can only have one wife, and the rest... are all concubines. ."
"However, Xiaoqian is willing to be the son's concubine!" Nie Xiaoqian's eyes were firm, and her slender fingers stroked Li Yun's cheek: "I am willing to..."