Chapter 239

"Just a little."

Clove's fingers open, index and middle fingers close together, away from the thumb, and the other two fingers bend in the direction of the palm. The distance between index finger, middle finger and thumb is getting closer and closer, leaving a distance of less than an inch.

"You see, it's such a little wine. It's really only so little."

Yuan Yehua raised his sword eyebrows and looked down at the lilac with wine. He remembered that the wine capacity of lilac was very good. Isn't it really drunk?

How can she get drunk when drinking with Ren Ziang?

Thinking of this, Yuan Yehua was a little angry, and his eyes stared at clove coldly.

Clove arched her body into yuan Yehua's arms, reached out to touch yuan Yehua's face, put her nose close to Yuan Yehua's neck, and took a few deep breaths: "your taste smells good. I like to smell your taste."

Deep eyes looked at clove, watched her stir the tip of her nose, smell on him, and touch his face dishonestly. When did the little secretary have the courage to take the initiative to him?

Yuan Yehua remembers that except that she was drugged by Mo Keyu last time, lilac was passive and even reluctant every time they were together.

Tonight, did she take the initiative to him because she was drunk?

If the man in front of her at the moment is not him, but Ren Ziang

He didn't dare to think about it. He stared at clove angrily. Who made her drink like this?

Clove raised her little face restlessly, approached yuan Yehua's face, looked at Yuan Yehua with her head tilted, and put the tip of her nose on Yuan Yehua's face.

"What's your smell? What perfume did you use? No, no, it's not perfume. It's not perfume. "

Clove muttered, rubbed the tip of her nose against Yuan Yehua's face and sniffed it for a few times. She seemed to feel that there was still a little distance between Yuan Yehua and clove, and then drilled into yuan Yehua's arms until the two people's skin stuck closely together without a gap.

Fingers, passing over the hard lines of Yuan Yehua's face, painted the outline and lines of Yuan Yehua's face again and again. She suddenly licked yuan Yehua's beautiful thin lips.

"Bitter."

A small move made Yuan Ye Hua's eyes deep and stared at clove. The little secret was playing with fire and dared to play with fire in front of him.

The smile of evil spirit outlined the beautiful charm radian of the last string moon on his lips, and bowed his head and kissed the lips of cloves.

Involuntarily, clove hugged yuan Yehua tightly. Yuan Yehua didn't wear anything on his upper body and stuck closely with clove.

She suddenly kissed yuan Yehua's lips and closed her eyes tightly. This was her first time and took the initiative.

When she was completely awake, her heart was shaking. She never thought that one day she would do such a thing.

She felt deeply ashamed, but she didn't know how to satisfy yuan Yehua if she didn't do so.

Qualified lover!

What should she do? Can we be a qualified lover and a lover satisfactory to Yuan Yehua?

She knows that Yuan Yehua's requirements and horizons have always been high. She has no mo Qingcheng's beauty, softness and intelligence, nor Shuya's enthusiasm, initiative and considerate. She doesn't know what she is among yuan Yehua's lovers.

Perhaps all the lovers of Yuan Yehua are better than her. At least she is a qualified lover who satisfies yuan Yehua. The lover who can't satisfy yuan Yehua, she thought, Yuan Yehua won't touch those women again.