Fantasy: The Supporting Role Does Not Want To Be A Younger Brother

Ten months later, Dong Furong, who was dressed in a dignified and elegant body, fell into contemplation while resting her cheeks in the room.

The time in the dream is too lingering, and the warmth of the other party affects me all the time.

It made me unable to extricate myself, unwilling to wake up.

Having been together for so long, the two have come to understand and appreciate each other.

It's just one last step away from the act of intimacy.

When she got here, Dong Furong retreated, she felt scared and tangled, and her complex guilt made her very uncomfortable.

Millions of years of life are not easily thrown away.

She also wanted to give it to him, and she also wanted to experience the inexplicable heat.

But in the end, she cried, and the other party was understanding and did not force it, which was what made her very gratified.

She had doubted the reality of the dream.

With his own Golden Immortal Cultivation Base, he couldn't see any clues. Maybe there is such a person in his mind.

Just sitting like this, it was getting late, Dong Furong sighed lightly, the empty room made her feel lonely.

The clothes slipped, revealing a noble and elegant posture, and she came to the bed softly, her face flushed hesitating.

In the end, she still fell asleep. She seemed to be sleeping soundly, with a smile on her shallow dimples.

In the dream, in the simple log cabin, the two embraced each other passionately.

Shiva Dharma from the far west appeared again, and Dong Furong clutched his shoulders tightly.

For a long time, Dong Furong was longing and tangled in her heart, and her facial expression kept changing from blue to red.

The strange feeling made Dong Furong fall into inner pain and guilt.

Suddenly, she disappeared, and the whole person disappeared like a bubble.

The young man looked at the place where it disappeared, and there was a residual fragrance on it.

"You can't run away after all."

In the bedroom of the mansion, Dong Furong woke up, gasping for breath.

That kind of feeling is too real, I really want to fulfill it once, and forget everything madly.

"What should I do? Who can tell me."

The residual heat just now had not subsided, Dong Furong shyly opened her feet, and her small hands began to slowly downstream.

Time passed by like this day by day, and the outside world was still lively.

It seems that except for the women in the house, everything is so natural.

The eleventh month has passed, and Dong Furong has just taken a bath in the fairy spring, washing away the exhaustion and residues of her body.

Except for the last step, she has accepted all the new things, including the rhythm, and she has thoroughly learned it.

Seeing the boy's satisfied smile, she was also very happy, at least a little better.

After waking up, you have to clean up the embers by yourself, or you will definitely go crazy.

In this day's sleep, Dong Furong sat on the other side and said with her arms around the other side's neck.

"I really want this dream to stay forever and never wake up."

The young man stroked the other's hair and said, "If one day I really disappear, what will you do?"

Dong Furong was stunned when she heard this, and looked at the other party seriously: "Are you really going to disappear?"

The young man said with a smile: "Haha, I lied to you to play."

"Oh, I hate it, it scares people to death, I can't live without you."

After speaking, she started fighting with the other party. She was really worried just now.

I am really afraid that one day this dream will disappear completely, I will hug him tightly and feel the warm happiness.

Before you know it, you have reached a certain situation.

Dong Furong only needs to move a little, and it is possible to fall.

In fact, she is no longer so resistant in her heart now.

I can't bear to reject him anymore, I really want to be with him.

Dong Furong sat up straight and looked at each other affectionately: "Love me!"