The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Xia Ling pursed her lips. "If you don't believe me, then don't come. "

She retracted her feet and put on her shoes.

She casually put away the bowls and chopsticks on the table and placed them in the kitchen.

The tap turned on by itself. No one touched the bowls and chopsticks. They were already washing themselves.

There were a lot of ghosts in Qingfeng residence. Lin Yan had released some of them, and some of them were extremely sinful. Lin Yan had left them behind to work off their debts and pay them off before releasing them.

There were free laborers everywhere, so there was no psychological burden when using them. Xia Ling liked this place very much and liked the owner even more.

She curved her lips and walked straight ahead.

When Xia Ling walked, the ponytail swung behind her. She wore a loose, pure-colored nightgown, and the slippers on her feet kicked her heels.

That pair of small and cute feet was really as fine as jade.

Lin Yan's gaze fell on her feet, and it was a little... ... Hot ...

He pretended to be calm as he sat in the courtyard for a while, but the desire in his heart could not be avoided.

He took out a copper coin and casually tossed it six times.

Three times, three times was to go.

Lin Yan stood up. He found a good excuse for himself.

Wu Xiaoer's recent cultivation level should be tested.

Yes, he tested Wu Xiaoer's cultivation progress from the northernmost side. In an instant, he took the furthest route and came to the outside of the courtyard.

Wu Xiaoer had just escaped when he was tortured by Lin Yan again.

Wu Xiaoer: What have I done wrong recently? Should I leave the courtyard and go out for experiential learning to hide from the storm

He sent Lin Yan away with a breakdown.

Lin Yan took another detour and still arrived outside Xia Ling's courtyard.

He stood outside and could feel that the enchantment... ... Was not activated ...

She was waiting for him?

Lin Yan hesitated and went in.

The splashing sound of water could be heard clearly in the courtyard. Through the tightly shut door, the antique courtyard could be seen that there was a screen in the room, and beside the screen was a wooden barrel with steam rising from it.

There was a crack that could see these things, but it was indecent. Lin Yan stood in front of the door and hesitated again.

Xia Ling waited in the room for a long time, and finally heard the movement outside.

Her eyes flashed, and she slowly leaned against the bed, pretending to be careless, and pushed the small table next to her.

The table fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

"Aiya. " The girl in the room cried out in surprise.

Lin Yan's heart tightened, and he flashed into the room.

In the room, a small paper figure painted with leather was wearing a loose shirt, and was flirting with the window.

Lin Yan:"...". ...

His face was slightly hot, and he turned to leave.

"Why are you leaving? Aren't you going to stay and have a seat? " Xia Ling smiled lightly.

She sat on the bed, wearing the same nightgown as before.

The girl was half leaning against the headboard, her posture was lazy and had a beautiful charm to it.

Her long hair was scattered and spread over her shoulders. Her skin was white to the point of being transparent, as delicate as the finest white porcelain. She looked at him and smiled at him.

It could be seen that she was deliberately tormenting him, but when she smiled, the dimples on her cheeks shone brightly.

"You... " Lin Yan was really at a loss for words because of her teasing.

She was the one who said no, and she was the one who invited him.

"What? You don't want to? If you don't want to, then go. " Xia Ling stood up and pulled on her lapels.

Xia Ling acted as if she was going to shut the door on Lin Yan. The man who had already restrained himself a long time ago had already disappeared from the room as soon as she finished speaking.

The enchantment rose from the room, blocking all eyes from the room. The little paper figurine that Xia Ling had sent out was thrown out rudely.

A moment of lustful pleasure.