Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Tonight he belongs only to her

Lu Rong was held tightly in Zhou Li's arms. His body was very hot even through his clothes, as if a silent fire was burning and was about to spread to her body.

"Rongrong." Zhou Li restrained himself, his eyes flushed red, "It hurts."

He showed weakness in front of her, like a beast with its claws retracted, lowering its proud head, seeking her comfort.

But perhaps because it was the first time I did this, it seemed clumsy and deliberate.

He held her hand against his heart, and looked at her with a fragility that no one else could ever see.

Lu Rong felt the beating of his heart beneath her palm, and she gripped his collar tightly, her eyes still watering stubbornly. "Don't you need me anymore?"

Zhou Li felt so distressed watching her that he hugged her even tighter, pressing his palm against the back of her neck: "Yes, I did something wrong."

Then he felt her teeth pressing against his neck, and her warm lips pressing against his hot skin, which made his nerves excited.

"Then why can't I heal you now?" She didn't understand, as they were obviously the closest people to each other.

"Afraid." He reached out and grabbed her wrist, slipping it under his collar, pressing it against the inverse scales on his chest. "Afraid I'll lose control."

He tried his best to suppress the excitement in his body from being touched.

Lu Rong looked up at him, seeing the restraint and pity in his eyes. The scales on his palms were burning hot, and his muscles were tense, full of strength.

"What are you afraid of?" she asked in a low voice.

Zhou Li lowered his head and gently touched her brow with his warm lips. "I'm afraid of many things. I'm afraid that you'll ignore me, push me away, dislike me, or even want me. I'm a demon now."

Every word he said sounded pitiful: "Even Senior Brother Minhui wants to kill me."

Lu Rong looked at the loneliness in his eyes, and thought of the sword that Minhui had stabbed at him just now. Her gaze fell on his shoulder. When she applied the medicine just now, the wound had pierced his shoulder directly.

She knew that according to Zhou Li's ability, he could dodge Senior Brother Min Hui's sword, but he didn't.

"You did it on purpose." Lu Rong bit her lip and said, "You could have avoided it, why..."

Before she could finish her words, he kissed her lips. His warm lips and breath invaded between her lips and teeth, rubbing against her lips that were familiar yet a little strange, and her breath began to become thinner.

"Because I'm jealous."

"I'm jealous of him standing by your side openly, and I envy him for being your father's ideal husband." Every time he saw Minhui standing by her side, he felt uncomfortable.

Lu Rong didn't expect the word "jealousy" to appear in Zhou Li's mouth.

He once thought that Senior Brother Minhui was unworthy.

She clutched his collar tightly, unable to bear it any longer, and raised her head to kiss him directly on the lips: "Zhou Li, no one is better than you."

The two kissed each other again, their breath blending together, their moist and hot lips filled with each other's breath, and the heat ignited from the tips of their entangled tongues, making both of them a little restless.

Lu Rong leaned against his arms, her clothes disheveled. The hand clasped around her waist was very still, not moving at all, his broad palm pinching her waist to exert force.

If it weren't for the heat against her abdomen that was impossible to ignore, Lu Rong would have thought that he was probably not aroused.

She moved her waist, and Zhou Li's breathing became heavier: "Don't move."

He kissed her face gently, his breath was hot. Lu Rong bit her red lips, and her body was twisted up and down, feeling very uncomfortable.

But she didn't say anything, just looked at him with her bright eyes.

Her feet rubbed against his legs. Zhou Li understood her intention and moved his hand, which was holding her waist, down to touch a hot and wet area.

He had a smile on his face as he gently kissed her lips. Lu Rong really liked it when he kissed her. She put her hands around his neck, followed the corners of his lips, and touched his Adam's apple as it rolled up and down. "Zhou Li, have you ever thought about what would happen to us if I really forgot you?"

"I thought about it." He tilted his head back and let her indulge him. "I thought if you forgot, I would take you away."

"Where are you taking it?"

"My room, you can only look at me every day." As he said, he took the initiative, held her chin and lowered his head to kiss her lips, pressing the tip of his tongue into hers, "Then I will kiss you and hug you like this every day."

He whispered in her ear, applying force to his wrist, and Lu Rong snorted.

"Rongrong." He held her lips and tongue, his eyes burning with unconcealable heat, "I miss you so much."

Lu Rong's hair tingled, her sensitive body trembling, her hand clutching his, her cheeks flushed: "I missed you too."

Lu Rong had been feeling uncomfortable for a while and had no other thoughts. Now, her body was about to melt under the teasing of Zhou Li.

A fire was burning, burning away all the emptiness and discomfort in her body.

She bit her lips and looked at people with her watery eyes, which made Zhou Li's heart melt.

He lowered his head and kissed her eyes, whispering, "Rongrong...it's so hot."

It's going to melt him.

Every word he said made Lu Rong unable to resist. She just kept rubbing against his arms, with a charming red at the corners of her eyes and a little desire in her eyes: "Don't..."

"No hands." Lu Rong hummed softly, coquettishly and passionately, "I want... I want you."

She bit her red lips, and her eyes were hooked when she looked at people. She had a natural charm that could captivate people's hearts.

But Zhou Li didn't let her have her wish, and whispered in her ear: "They are downstairs."

She was so upset that she was about to cry: "Zhou Li..."

She put her hand to her lips, as if telling him that she really wouldn't make a sound.

When Zhou Li saw her like this, his eyes became completely gloomy and he wanted to eat her up completely.

But he knew that his current situation was not enough to satisfy him, because the people who were watching them had not been dealt with yet.

He looked at her flushed face and kissed the tip of her nose: "Someone is calling you."

Lu Rong then realized that she heard Qiu Ling's voice calling her from downstairs: "Rongrong."

Lu Rong's dazed eyes hadn't faded yet, and she looked at Zhou Li with a misty look. She sat on him uncomfortably and said, "Just tell me if you can't do it anymore!"

She was in a bad mood, and the sadness and sorrow in her face were gone. She became the young lady with a mind full of impropriety again.

"Someone's looking for you." Zhou Li let her sit on his waist and abdomen, his palm touching her waist. "Don't you want to go and see?"

"I don't want to watch." Lu Rong wanted to fuck him hard now. She lowered her head and bit his mouth. "I want to do it."

She wanted Zhou Li to bully her severely.

Zhou Li couldn't help laughing, letting her bite his lips like a kitten. "They just want to ask me who you are, whether you are a human or a demon, and the relationship between you and me."

She ripped Zhou Li's clothes open, revealing his muscular chest with scars on it. She touched his wounds distressedly: "They all forgot you existed, so I can't tell you."

"You can say that I am the person you like, that's enough." Zhou Li does not need the title of Xuanyang Sect's genius sword master, nor does he need the identity of the emperor of the demon world.

To him, one is a responsibility and the other is a shackle.

But the person Lu Rong likes is himself.

Lu Rong raised her eyes to look at him, wanting to see into his dark eyes and explore his deep thoughts: "Zhou Li, if I want you to come back, will you come back?"

"Yeah." Without any hesitation, he tucked the hair that fell by her ears behind her ears, "Don't worry, I will go back."

"A liar is a puppy." She lowered her head and nuzzled her nose against his. "I don't like puppies."

Zhou Li laughed: "Then what do you like?"

"Zhou Li." She whispered, "I only like Zhou Li."

After she finished speaking, she listened to the noise downstairs, but still did not get up. She just grabbed his hand and touched her belt: "Tonight, I belong only to you."

Zhou Li can sacrifice herself for many people, but she cannot sacrifice her time for others.

Zhou Li felt the warmth of her palm on the back of his hand, and the warm touch spread to his heart.

He felt Lu Rong's love, which was hot and clear, without any hesitation or entanglement. She liked him, no matter who he was.

Even though Zhou Li had countless thoughts in his mind, none of them were clear at this moment.

Tonight he belonged only to her.

He raised his head slightly and touched her lips. They couldn't kiss enough tonight, and their warm breaths blended together at the tip of their noses.

The strong scent of desire on her body was like the final aphrodisiac, drowning out his remaining rationality.

He just wanted to hold her in his arms and take her down with him.

The sharp tips of his teeth pressed against her rosy lips and bit them, while the tip of his tongue penetrated deep into her lips. The two of them no longer had any reservations as before and just indulged themselves in each other.

Their lips were so hot that they seemed to melt each other. Lu Rong sat on him, and the hem of her skirt gathered into a scattered flower at her waist.

His shirt was soaked, and the hot and wet clothes stuck to his skin. The air was filled with a faint fragrance. The muscles on Zhou Li's waist and abdomen were tense, and his hard muscles were pressed down.

It's like a soft fish opening its lips to suck on a hard rock.

Zhou Li panted softly, his body didn't move but the veins on his neck were bulging, which was another kind of restraint.

He pressed his palm against her lower back, trying to get her to sit down a little.

But Lu Rong deliberately lay still, her breathing was not smooth, and her voice was soft and weak: "I like lying like this."

Lu Rong felt very comfortable. She lay lazily on him, her eyes slightly narrowed in satisfaction. She only cared about herself and didn't care about Zhou Li.

Zhou Li's palms became stronger after seeing this. He retracted his strength and pressed his palms against her back, holding her tightly. "Torture me?"

Lu Rong felt uncomfortable with his grip and subconsciously wanted to break free from his restraint: "No, I didn't."

Zhou Li couldn't let her get away. He moved his hand, which was pressed against her waist, up to caress her back, and asked with a low laugh, "Don't you like it anymore?"

"I don't like it." She bit his jaw and said aggrievedly, "It hurts."

We were both in pain just now. We've been apart for a few days and our bodies are not used to it.

He laughed, loosened his hand, and whispered in her ear: "Then you..."