The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

  Chapter 1532 Yan Ye, do you have a red face?

   "Who wants to see you?" Bei Tinghuang said angrily, "Didn't you say you came out by yourself? I'm waiting for you to come out, so I don't want to visit the prison!"

  Yan Ye can imagine Bei Tinghuang's angry look at this moment, as if she was standing on the eaves and he asked her to come down, but she couldn't get down, and finally fell into his arms.

   "Huang'er, my husband misses you so much... I can't practice!" Yan Ye originally wanted to lie to her by saying that he had forgotten her appearance, but finally found that such words could not be said.

   Unless, he doesn't want to see her again in the future.

  Husband and wife from life to life, Yan Ye will feel happy just thinking about it. She can't run away anymore, but he also regards her as a treasure in his palm, after all, there is only one Beitinghuang in the world.

"You don't have to practice, unless you don't want to come out!" Bei Tinghuang lay on the bed, the little fur ball was in her arms, her hand gently stroked the little fur ball, knowing that this little thing was transformed by a trace of Yan Ye's soul After that, Bei Tinghuang doted on him more and more.

   At this time, she didn't know that every stroke she stroked on the little fur ball was equivalent to touching Yanye's body. And she took off her clothes, only wearing a middle coat, her chest was exposed because of her sideways posture, and her well-developed figure was happy, and the groove line appeared faintly, falling into the eyes of the little furball, and it was also It appeared in Yanye's sea of ​​consciousness.

  Yan Ye immediately raised her hand to cover her nose.

  He is a normal man. Although the ten thousand years have been difficult, he has never had any intimate actions with Bei Tinghuang before, and there is nothing to look forward to. Coupled with the fact that Beiting Huanghun was scattered, he was in unspeakable pain, and he didn't have any thoughts at all. But it's different now, before he entered Sifang God Prison, he had kissed, hugged and slept with Bei Tinghuang. Now that Bei Tinghuang has become his wife with a blood contract from heaven, it is even more difficult for him to keep his heart calm than red rain.

   "This little guy, I really don't know if she did it on purpose!"

  A head of long black hair spread enchantingly on the pillow, making her palm-sized face more delicate, and the heroic spirit between her eyebrows and eyes dissipated, making her look much softer. She was lying on the bed, poking the little furball's stomach with her hands, through the collar of her shirt, Yan Ye could actually see that the two little white rabbits on her chest had begun to take shape.

   "Damn it!" Yan Ye cursed inwardly, he closed his eyes, he didn't know if it was the little fur ball who knew the desire in his heart, but Bi turned his body and stared at Bei Tinghuang's chest with only one pair of eyes.

   "Haha, you bastard!" Bei Tinghuang is not a fool, and after a long time, she can see the strangeness of the little furball. At this time, the little hairball turned around awkwardly, and pointed its **** at Bei Tinghuang. If he didn't have hair all over his body, Bei Tinghuang suspected that his face must be red at this time.

   "Yan Ye, do you have a red face?"

When Beitinghuang's voice sounded in Sifang God Prison, Yan Ye felt that his ears were burning, and he said angrily, "Huang'er, he was transformed by a strand of my soul, and has my consciousness. But every move is not completely under my control."

   "Hmph, sophistry!" Bei Tinghuang turned over and lay on the bed, and put the little fur ball on his chest, "I only know what you are thinking, and he will think what is in his heart."

   "Chirp chirp!" As if to confirm what Bei Tinghuang said, the little furball hummed softly a few times, and lay down on Bei Tinghuang's chest, pretending to be dead.

  (end of this chapter)