Chapter 77: Yunniang's Birthday Party (ll)
Haozhen turned on his phone, and the originally dim rockery suddenly became colorful. Zhen'er looked at the magical things in front of her, and her small lips opened wide.
Haozhen, who was originally full of thoughts, found that Zhen'er's face was very close to him. He was able to appreciate Zhen'er's face again from a close distance, which could make thousands of men willing to kneel down under her pomegranate skirt. Her beauty is definitely the most proud masterpiece of the Creator. It is purely a magical skill that was created by chance. Her skin is smooth and white, her eyes are bright and beautiful, and her shallow dimples are still soul-stirring when she is surprised. With her shoulders as sharp as a knife, her waist as silky as a silk belt, and her long and graceful neck, the fairy who descended from heaven is no more than this.
Haozhen suddenly leaned forward and pecked Zhen'er's red lips at a very fast speed. Then he deliberately stepped back two feet away to see how Zhen'er would react.
Two blushes appeared on Zhen'er's face, which was originally as pink as jade. She was stunned for a moment, then punched Haozhen with her fist, muttering, "We are talking about business, but you just want to take advantage of me."
Haozhen grabbed Zhen'er's hand and exerted a little force, and Zhen'er fell into his arms. Now, Haozhen was filled with soft jade and warm fragrance, and enjoyed the most anticipated affair by men in the world. He put his arms around Zhen'er's back, looked at Zhen'er who was reluctant but shy, and couldn't help but grab the sweetness from her red lips again. He kissed her lightly and heavily at first, and when Zhen'er who was struggling in his arms gradually softened, he kissed her hard.
After only a moment, Zhen'er began to actively respond to Haozhen, holding Haozhen's neck.
Both of them were deeply moved, and Haozhen's hands became unruly, wandering back and forth on Zhen'er's body. As they gradually moved downward, Zhen'er pulled out her hand from around his neck and slapped Haozhen's hand hard: "You idiot, are you pushing your luck?"
Haozhen felt pain on the back of his hand and retracted his hand with a cry of "Ouch". He knew that he had gone too far in this special era of the Song Dynasty, so he held the phone in his other hand in front of Zhen'er and said, "Are you mentally prepared now?"
Zhen'er nodded.
Haozhen opened the music menu, and Steiner's country music "What if she's sanangle" poured out from the small speaker of the phone, which sounded particularly beautiful in the silent and deserted night.
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Zhen'er looked around and made sure that there was no one around. She sighed softly, "Tianhao, this is amazing."
Haozhen skillfully showed Zhen'er the various functions of the phone one by one, and said, "Zhen'er, I am no longer that Tianhao. To be precise, Tianhao is just a part of my soul now."
Zhen'er had completely lost her judgment and said stupidly, "Tianhao, you..."
Haozhen said, "Yes, I am an alchemy boy who escaped from heaven to the lower world." After saying that, he stretched out his right hand with a thought, and the light in his hand escaped, like thousands of dancing creatures, circling up and down in his tightly clenched hand, gradually tightening and tangling into a dagger that radiated light and emitted golden light.