Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 230 The Gate of Death [5]

In a blur, Mo Fenghua felt something sliding on her face, warm...soft...

That feeling made Mo Fenghua feel very comfortable. Even though the fear in her heart was still heavy, she couldn't help but rub it. The subjective reaction of the human body is sometimes far more honest and faster than the human consciousness.

Even though his body was no longer cold and stiff, Mo Fenghua still hugged that warm object tightly.

She was obviously afraid, but her hands and feet were more eager.

Mo Fenghua felt that the thing that slid on her face moved down her cheeks, hovered around her neck, and then slid over her back, slender waist, and straight buttocks, all the way down...

The embroidered shoes seemed to be taken off, the white silk socks fell off, and the bare feet immediately felt a chill.

Mo Fenghua's feet were curled up because of the cold, and his toes twisted unconsciously.

Her feet are beautiful, very beautiful.

There are no bound feet, not incomplete and distorted, but they are small and delicate. The white and tender jade feet are really as carefully carved as sheep fat jade. There are no calluses, no sweat smell, and a faint fragrance from soaking in the spiritual spring for a long time. With the slightly transparent texture of white jade.

The ten toes are round and small like pearls, and the toenails are still light pink. There is no man in the world who will not feel his heart beat when he sees it.

A woman's hand is a touch of charming style, which can touch a man's heart like plucking the strings of a piano.

Women's feet are indeed the favorite of men in the boudoir, otherwise men in ancient times would not have emphasized the three-inch golden lotus over and over again.

The cold feet were suddenly wrapped in a mass of warmth. Mo Fenghua had no time and no consciousness to think about what was going on. As long as she had warmth, her feet would not be cold, so her small pair of Yuzu is like a loach and keeps drilling into warmer places...

Suddenly, his left foot seemed to be bitten by something. It was painful but numb, an extremely subtle feeling.

Then I felt my feet being kneaded and caressed, like a child playing with the most fun toy.

When I pinched an acupuncture point on the sole of the foot, the tingling pain made Mo Fenghua's throat overflow with a short moan...

Mo Fenghua's body recovered a bit strangely, although his mind was still groggy, but his consciousness was a little more.

She wanted to open her eyes, wanted to know if she was alive or dead, and where she was staying, but she still couldn't open her eyelids after a long time of hard work.

She was dazed for a long time, and with all her strength, the heavy eyelids finally opened a thin slit. She wanted to open them again, but the eyelids were lifted, as if they were weighed down by a thousand catties.

It was in this half-dream, half-awake state that Mo Fenghua thought she had seen the most beautiful scenery in the world through that tiny slit.

That is the beauty that cannot be stacked by any words or poems in this world. The beauty that she thought she had seen before has all become scattered clouds at this moment...

In the endless darkness, she was thankful that her eyes were good enough to see that shining face.

It was the first pear blossom to bloom in the spring breeze in March, pure to the extreme, pure and holy, perfect and impeccable.

Those are the cleanest, clearest and most beautiful eyes in the world. They are dark and deep, and can accommodate some darkness. They are like streams illuminated by sunlight after the ice melts in early spring...

[This paragraph is very stuck, and the writing is slow...]
(End of this chapter)