Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

It looks graceful and slender, light and soft.

With slender fingers, she carefully peeled the lotus pods for Xuanyuan Luoyu.

The smile bloomed like a lotus flower: "Sheng Jun, is this song and dance beautiful?"

The corner of Xuanyuan Luoyu's lips curled up, seeming to praise or agree.

Suddenly he stretched out his arms to embrace her, lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe. [

Lazily said: "You invited me here because you wanted me to watch the song and dance you arranged?"

His warm breath was blowing in her ears, tickling and crisp——

Fairy Bixin was numb all over, and her pretty face was blushing.

Nestled in his arms half pushed and half on the spot: "What else does the sage want to see? How dare I disobey my orders?"

Xuanyuan Luoyu lightly slid her fingers over her lips, and smiled frivolously: "Bi Xin, you are still considerate, well, I want to watch your own dance, can I?"

Fairy Bixin blushed even more: "Then—I'm going to prepare myself, if I don't dance well, the sage will not make fun of me."

Xuanyuan Luoyu kissed her tender lips lightly.

He pinched her buttocks again: "Go, I will wait and see."

Fairy Bixin clapped her hands, and the singing and dancing stopped immediately.

Those singers saluted and retreated silently.

After a while, Fairy Bixin finally came out again.

He changed into a willow-colored gauze wide-sleeved shirt.

The gauze is thin and transparent, with exquisite curves, looming,

With fluttering sleeves, like a weak willow supporting the wind,

The black hair hangs three thousand times, and is only gently tied with a silk ribbon, looking fresh and seductive.

She bowed lightly to Xuanyuan Luoyu and danced lightly.

"Well, Holy Monarch..."

Fairy Bi Xin winked like silk, and turned around gently.

The veil on her body was raised, revealing her carcass as crystal as snow. [

"Holy King... Holy King..."

She whispered softly, raised her wrist, and the tulle on her body flew out.

Her body, as soft as a willow, writhed seductively.

Gradually dance to Xuanyuan Luoyu.

Xuanyuan Luoyu lay lazily on the beauty's couch.

Her black hair was scattered like flowing water, her eyebrows were elegant, like a faint landscape painting.

There is a lazy smile in a pair of Danfeng's eyes.

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