After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

The sedan is indeed spacious, but it is a bit crowded for two people.

Yan Ge squeezed beside Nalan Mo, slightly tilted his head, and gave him the back of his head: "Help me to untie the knot of the bucket."

Wen Xiang nephrite was around, all Nalan Mo's thoughts were drifting.

Everything is impractical, giving him the illusion of dreaming.

But he knew it clearly.

This is not a dream.

She, she is not a dream either.

He trembled his fingers and helped her open the knot behind the bucket.

Fingers will inevitably touch her smooth neck, the warmth of her neck is like a fire, and his fingertips are numb and crisp.

This kind of thing has never been done before, and is more and more busy.

She urged him: "Why is it so slow, it's simple."

True, it's simple, but he just can't control his hands.

Her voice was so nice, in the small space, it seemed to be the sweet fragrance of her body, which was a faint ink fragrance.

She must be a woman who likes to read and write.

Did she write the "Return to the Garden"?

Thinking of the pale white swaying words in "Return to the Garden", thinking of the beautiful pictures, his heart began to jump uncontrollably.

Suddenly, her hand was held on his third leg across the clothing: "Why is it so prominent here suddenly?"

Douya untied at this time, he helped her to remove Douya, missing a layer of black gauze, her eyes widened and staring at him looked simple and naive.

But the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, shy and charming, and the corners of his eyes were like his gossip.

His throat rolled and he didn't respond. All thoughts seemed to be concentrated in his belly, and she was tightly squeezed into her hands.

She turned around, sat on his lap, bowed her head, and kissed his lips.

Lips and teeth are entangled, her lips are soft, and her juice is sweet and fragrant. No moment can make him feel the deliciousness of her lips so clearly.

He wondered, the first few times, it was really only a dream.

But when his gesture tightened, she broke off his lips, she held his cheeks with her hands, her face was no closer than his face, and even her nose seemed to touch the tip of his nose.

"Sir, do you want it?"

She whispered softly, whispering in his lips, something that only the two of them had heard.

The soft but weak voice made him feel helpless.

"Yueyue, you ..." He hadn't finished his words yet.

She kissed his lips again, and her hands were unfastening his pants.

Until she sat at him, he was still stunned, unable to pull himself away from this dreamlike thought.

Hands clung to her ignorantly, holding her tightly and tightly in her arms.

Kissing the tip of her nose, kissing her lips, burying her head in her chest.

"Sir, sir." Her voice was soft and low.

It sounds more pleasing than when she laughs.

He wished she had been screaming in his ear for so long.

The sedan chair was walking, and the sedan chair dangled leisurely.

The people in the sedan also wobbled.

With his hands around his neck, he hangs on him softly and lazily, with ** 's eyes blurred and delicate, and his face is rosy, as if the flowers that have absorbed the moisture are blooming in trembling, she winks Like silk, he is wrapped around him: "Master, you won't pass out, will you?"

He pursed his lips, didn't speak, and held her in his lap, making it harder and harder.

She couldn't bear it anymore, and her teeth bit his ear bead, and her thin voice weakly exclaimed: "Be careful, be careful ..."

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Sorry, dog blood, no way, spring is here, I can't control myself ... oh yes, see you tomorrow