She has a delicate body, and she makes the abstinent Master Xi descend from the altar.

The girl's loose collar slid down from her white shoulders under his guidance, revealing the girl's black bra.

The coldness in the air made Jiang He tremble for a moment.

Zhao Qinglin rested his chin on the girl's collarbone, and his breathing was no longer even.

The ends of his eyes were stained with turbid lust. Under the soft light, it was so thick that it couldn't be removed.

Zhao Qinglin's voice was also trembling: "Don't be afraid Jiang He, brother will be gentle."

Jiang He remained motionless.

This was her first skin-to-skin contact with someone of the opposite sex, and that person was still a delusion that she couldn't get rid of in her mind all these years.

……

Jiang He came back from his emotions, and his body was covered with stickiness.

There was sweat on her body and there were traces left by Zhao Qinglin.

Zhao Qinglin lowered his head and kissed the girl's face inch by inch.

After the deep kiss, he took a tissue and wiped the girl's face and hands over and over again.

He looked apologetic, and there was still a faint scarlet color left behind after lust in his eyes: "I'm sorry, brother made you dirty."

The girl shook her head slightly, saying it didn't matter.

Zhao Qinglin bit Jiang He's earlobe: "Jiang He, brother likes you."

Jiang He looked at her affectionately in response.

"Did you hear that? My brother likes you."

Jiang He nodded heavily.

Her hand held his wrist, and he still had the string of beads she gave her on his wrist.

Zhao Qinglin also looked down at the string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

In an instant, he took off the string of Buddhist beads and placed them on the sofa.

He just...

Wearing the string of Buddhist beads, he held Jiang He's hand and rubbed it.

To be so blasphemous to gods and Buddhas.

Jiang He huddled in his arms, like a soft cat.

He was fascinated for a while looking at the stickiness on her body, then picked up Jiang He and walked to the bathroom. "Brother, help you take a bath."

Jiang He did not refuse and huddled in his arms obediently.

He placed the girl on the sink.

Two clear figures were reflected in the mirror.

Zhao Qinglin turned on the water. There was more and more water in the bathtub, the scene in the bathroom became more and more hazy, and the figures in the mirror became more and more hazy.

Although he had just experienced a crazy passion, he did not take off the girl's clothes.

Her clothes were still in a mess.

No, it was put on the body in a mess.

He unzipped her clothes and took off her black skirt and black bra.

He looked at her with affectionate eyes and whispered in her ear: "Help brother take off his clothes."

Jiang He obediently reached over and took off Zhao Qinglin's shirt, revealing his clear and tight texture.

He hugged her, walked forward slowly, and placed the girl in his arms in the bathtub.

Jiang He's stiff body softened slightly when it touched the warm water in the bathtub.

Her face was red and she lay motionless in the bathtub.

He lifted her chin and said, "Do you want me to take a shower with you?"

Jiang He nodded shyly.

Zhao Qinglin also entered the bathtub. He hugged the girl's body from behind, buried his head in the back of her neck, and sniffed gently.

"Jiang He." He rubbed his head against her neck and shoulders, as if he wanted to rub himself into her body, "Brother won't touch you today."

Jiang He turned his head back, thinking that he was angry with himself, with deep tenderness in his eyes.

He touched the end of her eyes: "Go to the hospital with your brother tomorrow to get your throat cured."

Jiang He was stunned.

"Brother wants to hear you scream."

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