She never treats herself badly
Several males heard the noise and turned to look. When they saw the brand new Teng, they couldn't help but stand there in a daze.
Teng Manbu looked at everyone attentively, raised his eyebrows, and was very satisfied with their surprised expressions.
He glanced at Bai Cang, raised his chin slightly, gestured in the direction of the bamboo house, and said reluctantly: "A Ying asked you to come over."
Bai Cang curled his lips, looked at the clothes beside him, pondered for a moment, and took them all over.
As soon as he stepped into the bamboo house, Fu Ying came to greet him. She naturally took the clothes from his hand, her fingertips accidentally brushing his wrist. A smile spread in her eyes and she praised him, "My dear, with you here, I really don't need to worry."
Bai Cang's breathing stagnated, and he stared at her with burning eyes for a long time.
After a while, he spoke, his voice hoarse and tender: "I am willing to share Ah Ying's worries forever."
Fu Ying chuckled and wrapped her slender arms around Bai Cang's strong and thin waist.
As Bai Cang raised his hand, the animal skin on his body had been peeled off by her neatly.
The two of them can be considered an "old married couple", so Fu Ying will naturally not show any mercy.
Bai Cang was slightly startled. She had already picked up the prepared clothes and put them on him one by one.
Different from the arrogance and unruliness of Teng, Bai Cang has a slender and upright figure and a noble temperament, just like a standard banished immortal handsome man.
After all, he is the most handsome among the beastly husbands, and he can carry off even the simplest funeral style.
However, she did not prepare a cool white robe for him, but took out a crimson ancient costume robe similar to hers.
Bai Cang's facial features are gorgeous, his eyebrows and eyes are bright, his lips are red, but he has silver hair, which neutralizes this almost seductive beauty. Such a strong color not only does not make him look gaudy, but makes him look even more charming and noble.
His red clothes are like fire, his silver hair is like snow, and he is an unmistakable handsome man from the demon world.
His wide sleeves hung down, giving the simple bamboo house a touch of ancient charm.
Fu Ying stared at Bai Cang, her eyes slightly deep. If she had not experienced the trials and tribulations of the three thousand small worlds and had considerable willpower, she would have been unable to control herself and would have pushed him down.
Compared to Teng's discomfort, Bai Cang adapted well to this outfit.
His amber eyes stared intently at Fu Ying, taking in the amazement in her eyes. His gaze moved between her and his own crimson robe. He gently curled his lips and placed his slender hand on her cheek.
"Does it look good?"
Bai Cang stood quietly in front of him, his lingering and affectionate voice carrying an extremely strong seduction.
The scarlet double-breasted robe made his skin look whiter than snow. When he tilted his head slightly to look at her, the small mole at the corner of his eye added to his charm. His narrow fox eyes were full of soft light, and his silver hair cascaded like a waterfall. When the dark gold headband covering his forehead was removed, a pitch-black eight-star pattern was revealed. He really looked like an enchanting fox demon, yet so noble and dignified that people dared not easily desecrate him.
He stood here, a vivid picture of a handsome man.
"It looks good!" Fu Ying was in a daze for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.
She suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Bai Cang hard on his rosy lips.
With such a stunning beauty in front of you, it would be a waste not to kiss her. Even one more kiss would be a win.
She never treats herself badly.
Bai Cang chuckled softly, his crimson sleeves fluttering, his long arms tightly wrapped around her waist. He blinked his long eyelashes, which drooped down, deepening the kiss.
Fu Ying tried hard to pull herself back and slightly pushed Bai Cang away. There was a lingering ambiguous feeling in the latter's eyes. He caressed the crimson corners of Fu Ying's eyes with his fingertips lovingly, and a trace of regret flashed across his face.
"Business! We have to do business today!" Fu Ying pursed his lips and spoke seriously, but his breathing was a little rapid.
These men are all more seductive than each other, and this vixen is the worst. Her every move seems to be imbued with aphrodisiac, making it really hard to resist.
Bai Cang smiled softly, his fingertips sliding from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her moist lips, and the ending tone was light: "Okay, save it for next time."
Fu Ying looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, looking at the reflection of a pair of perfect couple in the mirror, their red clothes overlapping, one alluring and the other noble.
She looked Bai Cang up and down and couldn't help but sigh softly, he was really perfect.
Get the enchanting and charming handsome man from the demon world.
Bai Cang stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Fu Ying: "Who does A Ying want next?"
Fu Ying's eyebrows curved, and she sighed without a beginning or an end: "Bai Cang, what would I do without you?"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Ying was embraced in a cool embrace. Bai Cang gently rested his chin on the top of her head. Although his voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable certainty: "A Ying, we will be together forever."
Fu Ying leaned on his chest and chuckled, her drooping eyelashes hiding the clarity in her eyes.
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The third person to step into the bamboo house was Qinglan.
As soon as he entered the door, he looked straight at Fu Ying, put his slender fingers on his waist, and pulled gently, and the animal skin fell to the ground.
The tips of his ears instantly turned red, and his delicate cheeks were also covered with a thin layer of red. The bone ornaments in his long flaxen hair jingled with his movements, making a crisp collision sound that made people feel a little pity.
Fu Ying softened his gaze unconsciously.
Qinglan is always like this, as clean as the unmelted ice and snow in the mountain stream, without any impurities.
He is so clean.
"Come here." Fu Ying gently hooked Qinglan's fingertips, brought him in front of him, took out a white shirt, and put it on him personally. He deliberately did not button the top button, leaving the collar slightly open, revealing the jade-like collarbone skin.
Paired with simple campus-style trousers and canvas shoes, the young man in front of you instantly transformed from a cheetah in the snowfield into the most heart-warming white moonlight on campus.
Fu Ying rolled up the cuffs of Qinglan's shirt, revealing a section of his graceful forearm, adding a sense of abstinence.
She couldn't help but hold Qinglan's face in her hands and look into his clear gray-brown eyes. His eyes, as clear as a spring, reflected her smiling face. "Alan, you are definitely the most handsome man I have ever seen in a white shirt."
Qinglan was startled, staring at Fu Ying in a trance. After a moment, he pursed his lips slightly, and his voice was ethereal, like the morning breeze passing through the mountains: "A Ying, will you always like me like this?"
Fu Ying looked at the cautious expectation in his eyes and curled her lips: "Yes!"
She reached out and gently put her arms around Qinglan's waist, whispering, "I like Alan no matter what he looks like."
Hearing her answer, Qinglan's cold eyes were filled with a faint smile.
When he leaned over, a breath like frost and snow blew against her face, and a kiss as light as a feather fell on her lips, and they separated as soon as they touched.
"I will too, and will always love Aying." Qinglan took a half step back. The candlelight gilded his long eyelashes. In the fine shadows, there was an unconcealable joy in his eyes.
Fu Ying was slightly stunned for a moment, and Qing Lan had already turned and walked out: "I'll call Dan Yue in."
She looked at Qinglan's back as he left, pursed her red lips, her heart truly pure.
pity.
Fu Ying blinked her clear and beautiful eyes, restraining all her emotions. She tapped the table with her fingertips and whispered, "These photo albums of top male gods should sell for a sky-high price when we bring them back to the bureau, right?"
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