Chapter 1941

After finding a place to rest, Mo Yishen couldn't stand it anymore. He directly pressed Qin Tianyue on the bed and kissed him hot.

Two years, she disappeared in his world for two years, and he lost his memory for two years.

Qin Tianyue's tears couldn't help falling anymore. He raised his head to bear the fierce and hot kiss of ink.

The temperature in the room gradually deepened, and there were two figures intertwined in the hot, lingering, beautiful and ambiguous.

The night gradually became dark. Qin Tianyue couldn't resist the ferocity of Mo Yishen, who hadn't been in love for two years.

He seems to be devoting his thoughts of the past two years to her.

"Ink is deep. Don't, really don't."

Qin Tianyue is blue and purple all over. This is the result of someone's forbearance.

Mo rubbed Qin Tianyue into his arms with a deep and strong body and stretched out his hand to surround Qin Tianyue. His arm was stronger than ever. It seemed that he was afraid that Qin Tianyue would disappear in front of him at the next moment.

Two years ago, he never wanted to experience it again.

His yue'er disappeared from his eyes, and he lost his memory. There was no figure of her in two years. She found him, but he almost pushed her away.

Mo Yishen, you really deserve it.

"Yue'er!"

Mo tightens his arms with deep arms. It seems that only in this way can he feel her by his side.

He was so damn that he forgot her and almost pushed her away the moment she came to the door.

"I am, ink is deep, I am."

Feeling his trembling, Qin Tianyue's eyes were red and almost burst into tears. Her ink finally came back.

"You're mine, aren't you?"

Qin Tianyue trembled and stretched out her hand. It seemed that she still couldn't believe it. For fear that this was a dream. After waking up, she was still winning the dynasty thousands of years ago.

"Yes, I'm yours."

Mo Yishen grabbed Qin Tianyue's hand and put it on his cheek. Feng's eyes tightly locked Qin Tianyue, unwilling to let go of her sweetness.

Qin Tianyue couldn't help jumping into Mo Yishen's arms and crying.

"Mo Yishen, I miss you so much, so much."

She had thousands of words to tell him, but in the end it only turned into this sentence.

Ink flashed a touch of pain in deep Feng's eyes, tightly clasped Qin Tianyue's waist and kissed the tears in the corners of her eyes, "don't cry, don't cry, I'll be distressed."

"Yue'er, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to forget you."

He can forget everything, but how can he forget the woman he loves most and his children.

Qin Tianyue's nose is sour and astringent. He looks up at Mo Yishen and looks at his affectionate Phoenix eyes.

"I don't blame you. I only blame God for teasing. I know you didn't mean it."

How can she be willing to forget her with her deep ink?

"As long as you are here, as long as we are together, nothing matters."

As long as he comes back, she is satisfied.

The ink covered Qin Tianyue's delicate lips with deep and thin lips. The rolling hot kisses intertwined lips and tongues, eroding bones and sinking.

"Tell me, where have you been these two years?"

The air is full of ambiguous flavor. Mo is sexy and dumb with a deep voice, trapping Qin Tianyue in his arms and making a blind date.

Qin Tianyue's head leaned against Mo Yi's deep and strong arm, and his eyes were slightly in a trance. "I went to Yingchao thousands of years ago and saw a lot of people there."

Ink shrinks with deep Phoenix eyes, "win the dynasty?"

"Well, I've seen the clouds, the blue sky, Qin Shiyue and... Yingshen."