Chapter 342 Confusion

Before, he took life and death lightly and resigned himself to life, but now he has a strong desire to live.

Live and be with her.

regardless of costs……

In Jimo Ya's hands, the ancient bowl gradually turned into an ordinary stone.

In this way, it is not afraid of being smashed and will not be seen through.

The sound of fighting in mid-air became more and more intense.

Jimo Ya buried the ancient bowl in a solid and secret stone crevice, and said to Huan, "Try."

"Um."

Huan Qingyan swallowed nervously, she must bring Jimo Ya in, she must! He is her male god, her favorite person, she must bring him in...

A strong will filled her mind.

She only felt top-heavy, and with a flash in front of her eyes, she had already entered the space.

She hurriedly looked around——

Jimo is here!

Woohoo, Jimo Ya has also come in!

Jimo Ya still maintained the posture of half-embracing her, with surprise on his face, he briefly glanced at the surrounding environment, then withdrew his gaze, and landed on Huan Qingyan's body.

The two people's eyes met, and the relaxation, excitement, excitement, and long-suppressed love all broke out at this moment of relaxation.

Huan Qingyan blushed a little when she was stared at by Jimo Ya's scorching wolf-like eyes, and wanted to turn her face away, but Jimo Ya covered her cherry lips...

Intense and violent.

It seemed that everything was vented in this kiss.

The lips and tongue stained with Jimo Ya's unique cold fragrance sucked her tightly, wrapping her tongue with nowhere to hide like a storm, forcing her to respond, sucking the sweetness in her mouth. The suction made Huan Qingyan and his body go limp, he could only cling to Jimo Ya weakly and let him do what he did.

I don't know how long it has passed, time seems to have stopped, and Jimo Ya finally let go of Huan Qingyan's lips.

Huan Qing's face had already been limp and weak, his cheeks were flushed, and his chest was heaving violently with the panting that had yet to calm down.

Jimo Ya's already smooth breathing suddenly became heavy again, his eyes darkened, his slender and white hands attached to the soft and tall place, and kneaded...

Huan Qingyan trembled and glared at Jimo Ya, her eyes were watery, a little bit weak, a little bit panicked, and a little bit confused, seeing Jimo Ya's belly tightened, one hand slipped along the hem of his shirt as if uncontrollably.

The soft jade-like soft touch made Jimo Ya take a deep breath, lowered his head and covered those delicate flower-like lips...

...

Huan Qingyan was panting and moaning, "So fierce again, you are a noble son, you are a wolf!"

She pushed Jimo Ya hard, and Jimo Ya fell on the grass in response.

After falling to the ground, he didn't get up and passed out.

He had serious internal injuries, and basically all the meridians in his internal organs were damaged, but he didn't show any pain before, and he didn't want Huan Qingyan to worry.

Now I re-released my heart, kissed passionately again, couldn't bear it anymore, and fainted with confidence.

There was a hint of a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Huan Qingyan didn't know, she was startled, she quickly checked his pulse, and found that he just passed out, so she put back a heart hanging in her throat.

Touching her red and swollen lips, she didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, "You deserve it, you were hurt so badly, and you wanted to take advantage of others. You kissed so fiercely!"

It took a lot of effort to help him to her lounge in the wooden house.