After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

The words of Yange were not finished, and Wen Renyu's finger touched her lips.

Probably scared, there was almost no temperature on her already cold lips.

Wen Renyu is different from Yange. His fingers are hot, and because of the recent flames, her fingertips have a kind of hotness that makes Yange greedy, and the words in her mouth can no longer be said.

She opened her lips slightly, letting his fingers rub on her lips.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes narrowed, like a very comfortable cat with a furry hair, with a look of drunkenness and a slight movement of his lips along his fingers, without wanting he is gone.

Wen Renyu's fingertips are getting slower and slower.

His ears were red and his face was red. He looked down at her slightly, his hands stretched out more than once, and took her into his arms.

The child's cry continued, but it was a little far from this place.

He rolled his throat and was still rational, but his body couldn't help it for a moment, and he lowered his head to kiss her red lips that were pinched by his fingers.

The thunder exploded.

Wen Renyu wanted to bear it, but he couldn't bear it.

He simply carried the woman further away from the carriage and had a silent bath with the woman in the water.

No, it can't be considered a game. The two have tossed for a long time before they are finished.

A woman's body is softer and tougher in the water, like the ubiquitous water weeds wrapping him around.

Obviously she was about to be choked by her, but her body was excited, trying to pull her into her body and sink.

When the woman holding her arms went back, the woman and child were still by the stream.

This one big and one small is ridiculous.

The Tatar people are also known as the Shui tribe. In the Dahui Dynasty, they were inferior. Although the Shui tribe and men are very beautiful, they all rely on the outer skin to attach to others.

Wen Renyu glanced at the woman and placed the woman in her arms on the carriage.

He himself was sitting in the carriage, vigil for her.

In the middle of the night, the cool touch touched him, and before he responded, the woman's boneless hands had touched his pants.

Wen Renyu opened her eyes and looked at the woman through the moonlight.

He was breathing quickly, holding her in his arms with both hands, and letting her sit on herself, but he was afraid that the woman and the child by the side of the stream would startle, and did not dare to speak.

This fairy! Also bold.

He lowered his head and bit her lip, but he couldn't bear it as soon as he applied the force, only turning the tip of his tongue between her lips.

Body entanglement, body fluid exchange, the two reached the peak in silence again and again.

They tossed for a long time, and the little baby was crying again.

The babbling voice sounds good. Although the baby looks ugly, it sounds tight even if it is crying.

Wen Renyu frowned impatiently.

Yange froze, his cheeks as if soothing.

Finally he got dressed and got out of the carriage.

The child was still crying. When the song reached the stream, she realized that the woman wanted to put the child in the water.

Although the children inherited the sultry physical characteristics, they were obviously more human-like, and they burst into tears as soon as they entered the water.

The woman was crying silently, and while she was crying, she continued to press the child into the water.

At first glance, she thought she was drowning her child in the water.

Yange walked over to her and said, "This won't work, he's still young, and he should slowly adapt to learning."

The woman opened her mouth and said to the song with a lip shape: No time.