021 The Lord also has a poem

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date="2021-02-05"

title="021 The Lord also has a poem "

weight="119020"

series = ["This Lord is Too Cruel"]

mode = "manual"

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Chapter name: 021 There is also a poem by the Lord

Mu Hanjin had never been treated so tenderly by Feng Aotian, and she was still a cruel person to him.

Perhaps because of her previous training, he always resisted every time he touched her body, but he still felt a little bit. Now, being so molested by her, there is a trace of temptation in his ear The voice made his face flushed even more, and a faint tingling sensation came from the place she touched, which was sultry.

"Weichen...Weichen..." Mu Hanjin's always indifferent state of mind, but at this moment she was so gently spurred by her, and easily disturbed his mood, he couldn't help being a little unhappy, could it be that she has been in her for the past two years? Under the torture, he has adapted to her abuse?

Nan Shu also stared at Feng Aotian in amazement, but didn't dare to look directly, so he could only glance at it intentionally or unintentionally. In his knowledge, Feng Aotian is definitely the most brutal and unkind person in the world. She has Such an abnormal behavior really made him feel uneasy.

Feng Aotian's scallion-like white jade fingers ran across his sensitive place, his voice became more and more evil, then he raised his eyes and fixed his eyes on Nan Shu, "Does this Qiuju book think of inscriptions?"

"Weichen hasn't thought of it yet." He didn't expect that the regent would ask him such a question. In the past, she had always dismissed these poems, songs, and arty things. Now, why do you ask?

"Then let Han Jin write a question. If the question is good, the Lord will treat you well tonight. If the question is not good, you will be punished." Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows slightly, although it was a joke, but it was intolerable. Suspiciously cold.

Mu Hanjin's long and narrow eyebrows flashed in confusion, and the restless hand on his back made him want to break free of her bondage, but he could only endure it. He clenched his teeth, stabilized his mood, and had some disordered eyes. At this moment, he recovered calmly, "Weichen takes the command."

After that, he withdrew a step from Feng Aotian's arms, but was held tightly by Feng Aotian, "Write down the inscription, and let him see."

Mu Hanjin's heart sank, and now, he was taken into his arms by Feng Aotian, he turned slightly, Feng Aotian's generous chest was pressed against his cold back, but the hand that had always clamped down on him was nothing. She still walked on him without a half-sleeve. Compared with Shicai, she now unscrupulously pulled the white jade belt off her waist, and the cold hand had already penetrated in, touching with a thin coolness. Putting on his Ningyu skin made his body tense and dare not move.

Feng Aotian was even more involved. With a flick of his free hand, he sucked the Zhubi placed on the table, dropped it into his hand, raised his eyebrows, "Master also has a poem, you and master each make one. how is it?"

Mu Hanjin was visibly startled. He never knew that the regent could write an inscription? He couldn't help turning his eyes suspiciously, and confronted her slightly narrowed phoenix eyes. The coldness in those eyes made him feel cold. He quickly turned his head, picked up the Zhubi, and bends slightly. By the way, Feng Aotian was also grandiose. He completely regarded Nan Shu on the side as air, stroking the silky skin like satin with one hand, and moving forward with the other hand, writing an inscription on the map of autumn chrysanthemum, while Mu Hanjin was in her arms, forced to calm down. Enduring her restless and reckless actions, as well as concentrating her mind, wrote an inscription on the other end of the painting.

Nan Shu looked at the picture in front of him, not knowing what to think, but regarded himself as something non-existent, like a sculpture plate standing in one place, but when he set his eyes on Feng Aotian's inscription in the painting , And on the misty, cloud-like handwriting, he almost screamed, staring at the handwriting in astonishment, unable to recover for a long time.

After Feng Aotian's inscription, Mu Hanjin had already finished it. She breathed a sigh of relief and put down the Zhubi in her hand. She suddenly felt tight and almost fainted. She... actually bit her ear. ...

Hey...pro-naive guys, the second one is here, roar...