Chapter 102 Just Cut It Off

Wuming let go of her and reached out to remove the mask.

Qi Yue took the opportunity to push him on the chest, pushed him to sit on the chair, and then sat on his legs.

He was startled by the sudden movement and lost his grip on the mask, which fell to the ground.

I just like his appearance and stature which are almost identical to Yi Bai's, but he is very easy to be pushed down. It's really unique.

She held his face and teased, "Ah Ming, you should change to a human skin mask. Otherwise, it will be inconvenient to kiss you wearing this cold mask."

When he recalled the delicate and sticky kiss from before, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and his fair face turned a little pink.

Wuming's eyes were full of fascination, staring at her lips, "Okay, Princess, I'll change the mask later."

Qi Yue raised his chin and jokingly asked, "Want to kiss?"

Meeting her playful gaze, he begged humbly, "Princess, please..."

Qi Yue looked at him and did not respond: "You are very obedient, I like you very much, but I also hope you can learn to take the initiative."

"Be obedient, but don't be servile. A man of mine cannot be servile."

Wuming hesitated and said, "Princess, I..."

"Take your time." Qi Yue looked into his eyes, pecked his lips lightly, and encouraged him earnestly: "Learn to take the initiative, it's not difficult at all."

He was a little nervous, and his hands around her waist tightened slightly, meeting her encouraging eyes.

Wuming slowly approached the lips he had dreamed of, and his nose gradually smelled the faint fragrance from her body.

After touching that softness, his body trembled unconsciously, the fragrance at the tip of his nose became stronger, and his nerves tensed unconsciously.

He closed his eyes nervously, not daring to look at her again.

Just when Qi Yue thought that he only dared to hug her and kiss her dryly, a cautious and moist probe came from her lips.

Qi Yue curved her eyebrows, opened her lips and stuck out her tongue to tease him.

It was like a switch was turned on, or like a spark ignited a pile of firewood. Gradually, a flame was ignited and a flame rose up.

Wuming's hand gradually climbed up from her slender waist to her back, then slowly moved upwards until it supported the back of her head.

The moment he held her head, his lips and tongue held her tightly, gently and with imperceptible caution.

In fact, ever since the first time Qi Yue forcefully kissed him in the clinic, he had become deeply addicted to the feeling.

The passionate and intense feeling of satisfaction was something he had never experienced in the eight years since he became an orphan.

He could feel that she was satisfied with him, liked him, and needed him.

It was as if every time he reached this moment, he no longer needed to be servile to others, nor did he need to be controlled by others.

Her words were like a panacea that always comforted him.

Of course, Qi Yue had no idea what Wuming was thinking.

She simply wanted to tame him, play with him, eat him, and use him for her own benefit.

Not only do we have to make him betray Yishe physically and mentally, but we also have to make him confront Yishe with a sword.

Who made that man dare to think about her white clothes?

He has used spells to harm her several times, and last time he controlled Rinxu and almost killed her.

If it weren’t for Yibai, we would have been doomed.

This time he wanted to use the same trick again to control Wuming and attack her. She remembered every detail of it.

If I wasn't in a hurry to get the Luoxia grass to save my brother, I would have brought people back to kill him long ago!

However, considering that he had stolen his Luoxia grass, he would spare his life if they met him again in the future, so as not to make things too difficult for Yi Bai.

The two kissed passionately, and Qi Yue even boldly reached into his clothes again.

Wuming thought of her bold behavior in the clinic last time and quickly grabbed the hand that was causing trouble.

Seeing the teasing in her eyes, he hesitated for a second or two, but was able to break free again.

With a playful look on her face, she deliberately pushed aside the collar of the shirt and put her hands inside to play.

Wuming couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed her away with a gasp and a red face.

The voice was urgent and suppressed: "Princess, don't be like this..."

Qi Yue pressed down the hands that seemed to reject but had no strength, and leaned over to kiss the white and hot neck.

"You're lying. You obviously like it. Look at you. Your neck is dyed pink. How beautiful."

Wuming's voice was trembling. He raised his chin slightly and covered his eyes: "Princess... someone will see us later..."

"Are you shy?" Qi Yue pinched his chin, turned his face back, and pulled down the hand that was covering his eyes.

He curled his lips and said, "Then let's go to the couch and continue."

After saying that, the man got off his legs.

Wuming calmed his breathing and stood up, and her finger hooked around his belt again.

Just like that, she hooked her arm around his belt, smiled charmingly with every step, glanced back, and walked all the way to the couch with her hooked arm around him.

By the time he reacted, the person had already sat on the couch.

Qi Yue pushed him down again, raised his leg and knelt on one leg beside him, his fingertips slowly moving from his collar to his waist and abdomen.

Even through the clothes, everywhere he touched was hot, and every touch made his mind chaotic.

"Let me examine you carefully to see how much suffering your former master caused you. Next time, I will definitely help you get it back."

Wuming never expected that Qi Yue was examining the scars on his body. He was stunned and felt a strong heat in his heart.

Qi Yue lowered the curtain on the couch to hide the two figures.

Then she pulled the string of his belt and gently circled it with her fingertips: "Do you want to take it off by yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Wuming's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he grasped the slender and smooth wrist, "Princess, I, I can do it myself."

"Okay." Qi Yue pulled his hand away, leaned on the pillow, supported his chin and stared straight.

He took a deep breath and lowered his eyes, not daring to look her in the eye again.

Soon, after a rustling sound, the upper body clothes were taken off completely.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist and well-developed pectoral muscles, both the body shape and muscle lines and texture are extremely similar to Yibai.

If Yibai wasn’t only twenty-seven this year, and Wuming was already eighteen.

Qi Yue even suspected that Yi Bai had given birth to a child out of wedlock without her knowing.

His eyes fell to his lower body: "Go on, I want to check it carefully from beginning to end."

Wuming's breathing suddenly stopped, dark currents surged in his eyes, and the heat from his whole body couldn't stop rushing down.

Just as she was about to say something, she heard Qi Yue say again: "Remember, I don't like being rejected. I won't repeat the same words for the third time."

Wuming was a little embarrassed. He was tall and it was easier for him to take off his shirt on the couch.

But if I try to take it off again, my legs won’t be able to move freely.

He knelt on the couch and said in a trembling voice: "Princess, this couch is too small, it's not easy to take off..."

"That's easy." Qi Yue chuckled, pulled out the dagger, and lifted his chin with the scabbard.

Youyou said: "Then just cut it directly, it's so simple..."