My Darling Sick Beauty

For a moment, Jiang Zheliu didn't know how to explain to him. The box didn't mean that.

He is like a snow-white rice dumpling, which is naturally pulled aside by the little demon king, and he takes off all the layers of his coat. The other side is intimately encircling his shoulder, bowing his head to kiss him.

Only two of them have been taken off, and the innermost thin shirt hasn't moved yet.

Jiang Zheliu hugged each other, but said, "what do you understand?"

I'm sorry to say that at night. I took out several kinds of greases from the storage utensils. They have delicate appearance, with all kinds of fragrance. They seem to work hard.

... after all, in the year of Ember, apart from receiving medical treatment, there is also the sale of this item in the main business.

Jiang Zheliu saw her temples jump abruptly, and said to her concentrated and slightly excited purple eyes for a long time: "when did this come to you. How long have you two been together... Well. "

His words were blocked.

At the beginning, the little demon king was always cautious, nervous and uneasy. Now he seems to be used to many things and has developed a more aggressive and possessive method. The tip of the tongue gently swept the teeth, pressed him not to let go, the more pro more hard.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't breathe any more, so he was slightly loosened by the plan. His thin, pale lips were licked red and swollen with a moist shimmer.

The corner of his eyes was a little red, and he fainted from the frost white skin, like a piece of residual haze falling into the snow.

Hearing this, he couldn't help rubbing his finger at the end of his eye and whispering: "it's been a long time. I always wanted to... "

Jiang Zheliu looked at him with red eyes. He didn't have such a big emotional reaction. It was just a simple physical response. The constitution of tianlingti made him look delicious and attractive, with sweet fragrance.

The little devil didn't say a word. He really thought about it for a long time. Today he got the chance. He was very excited. His eyes had been fixed on Jiang Zheliu. The more he looked, the more he liked him. He bowed his head to kiss him. Then he nervously pulled away his loose belt.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't bear his kiss. He softened his tone and complained in a low voice: "you know what's the matter with yourself. You just want to upset me."

If the refusal is not obvious, it is right and wrong. Wen renye's Adam's apple rolled for a while, went to kiss his red and swollen lip, and said in a low voice, "how can I give up? As long as you don't want to, I'm sure I can stop."

What is this? Jiang Zheliu is also a man. He doesn't feel that he has such a strong endurance that he can pull down his long bow when he is on the line. He was silent and looked at each other silently, as if he didn't particularly trust it.

But at least he was allowed to try.

The grease has a very light flavor, which is a light plum fragrance. Jiang Zheliu was held by him, and the only thin shirt he had left on his body all slipped, revealing a piece of frosty white skin. The hollow clavicle is delicate and straight, like two jade spoons lying under his neck. It looks like it was made of ice and snow.

He was heard to hold his ankle at night, with his finger pulp sticking to the low part of his ankle, sliding from ankle to calf, and the other side grabbed his calf with his hand.

Jiang Zheliu is too thin. Although he is slender, he is born with a narrow skeleton when he is ill. He can be surrounded by an adult devil's hand under his calf and hold it very well.

He gathered up a thin shirt that slipped down his shoulder and buried his head in the quilt. He didn't want to see it.

He doesn't look, doesn't mean he doesn't feel, doesn't mean he's let go of the night party.

"How about this?"

"Have a word with me..."

"It's OK, let me kiss..."

Jiang Zheliu's waist is soft. He doesn't want to pay attention to the little devil at all. His eyes turn to tears. His ink eyes are wet. He is held out of the quilt by Wen renye and wants to look at him.

As soon as the little demon king saw that his eyes were moist and the corners of his eyes were red, he was so flustered that he thought he was doing something wrong. He asked him a lot and bit the lip of the broken willow: "what's the matter, tell me..."

Jiang xianzun was annoyed by him and didn't want to tell him at all. But his waist is very soft, not to mention climbing out of his arms, even moving is not particularly strong.

And warm jade does heat up.

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyes and looked at Wen Ren's night. After a long time, she began to speak. Her voice changed a little. The sentence was very light: "you... Don't add this ointment."

Smell person night Leng for a while, don't understand is how to return a responsibility.

He just afraid to hurt each other, just slightly more than the standard dosage. Although there was no standard, he was still careful.

The ointment of the year of Ember has a little hastening ingredient, and this ingredient makes the spirit body have a long drought and a good cooperation.

Jiang Zheliu slowed down for a while, and his temperature was hot enough to make people dizzy. He raised his arm around Wen renye's neck and put it in his arms. He endured it again and again, but he didn't. He said in a low voice, "I can..."

"What can I do?"

This magic is too stupid. Can I return it?

Jiang Zheliu was buried on his shoulder. He didn't move for a long time. He only breathed in his breath.

Wen Ren didn't think of it in the middle of the night, but the technique didn't stop at all. He let nuanyu fully contact the body of the person in his arms. Half of the time, he suddenly froze his hands.

... what, does that mean? Heaven and spirit can lubricate themselves?

He was shocked both physically and mentally, challenged by the indescribable magic life, and felt that his understanding of the human race had reached a new level.

... so powerful

The body in my arms has been shaking slightly. Hearing the low voice in his throat when he was breathing in the night, his heart itched.

When the other party inhales, it will be lighter. If he doesn't calm down, the willow will lack a sense of security and hold him subconsciously.

It's so cute.

Wen renye rubbed him slowly and coaxed each other in a low voice to prevent him from suffering more because of his temperature.

But Jiang Zheliu still cried.

It's not that kind of crying, it's his constitution which is difficult to explain clearly. He is really sensitive to the reaction of some drug ingredients. Even if the little devil coaxed him, he also physiological reaction like tears, red eyes, it looks too delicate.

He didn't want to, but his physical quality couldn't be changed. He could only be held by Wen renye on his cheek to kiss away his tears, and he was also kissed at the corner of his hot eyes.

"I blow my eyes." Wen renye was very close to him. "Look at me."

Jiang Zheliu didn't really want to see him, but he still let him blow his uncomfortable eyes.

But then there was more discomfort. Although the things in the brocade box are good, they are too hard for people. Jiang Zheliu just put up with these things. He felt that he had exhausted his spirit and had no physical strength.

It's just that the pills are really useful. He doesn't have any special support. He was told that night he held his fingers and prepared for a big event for a while. Warm jade, who was in close contact with him, was taken out.

The sweet, greasy and fragrant heavenly spirit exudes a more charming atmosphere.

Jiang Zheliu slowly eased his breath. Before he could relax completely, he was rubbed by the other party again.

……

That's too much.

He couldn't go on... The other side did the same thing again. It seemed that he could get Jiang Zheliu to agree with him by kissing him. He chased him for a long time and stopped talking.

It turns out that this really has some effect. Jiang Zheliu was a little dizzy by his kiss and was picked up by him.

It's raining outside the window. The rain is falling down from the eaves, breaking out drops of water. The cold rain falls in front of and behind the house, and falls on the evergreen pine and cypress branches all the year round.

There are one or two intermittent birdsong in the mountains, accompanied by the lonely wind at night.

Jiang Zheliu didn't want to give him a hug when he got to the back. He raised his head to the other side's ear and said: "release me, you can't do this."

His voice is soft, a little hoarse, and a little soft after crying. Although the speech is still very senior temperament, but fall in the ears of the night, only let him heart effect.

Who can bear it? He's not a serious devil.

Wen renye did not speak, leaving a lot of spots on his neck, red and pink, ambiguous and beautiful. From the neck to the shoulder, it looks like the snow shaking down the red plum, sending out a subtle and light fragrance.

He took each other's hand and gently pressed his wrist.

Hearing that night, he was more nervous and thought it was a delicate job. He half hugged each other's body, and gradually became a little presumptuous.

Jiang Zheliu's breath stopped. He held him in his arms. His tears had soaked his clothes. He seemed to feel uncomfortable all over. He sobbed very low. Then he bit his lip and was coaxed by the little devil.

But no matter how coax you are, you can't resist the discomfort.

Little willow was very hot all over. Exhausted, he was lying in his arms, pressing his neck and chest. He didn't know whether it hurt or what happened. He opened his mouth and bit Wen Ren for a while.

I didn't use any force. I pressed my teeth on the rough and fleshy shoulders of the demons. I didn't even bite out any red marks.

Wen renye generously let him bite, and then went a little too far

The man in his arms has no strength for a long time. He can only be trapped in his arms and can't hide. Fingers holding his shirt, knuckles taut, frost white fingertips red, fragile and beautiful.

Smell night fished his hand to stare at, ghost make a difference to lick each other's fingertips, see each other's fingers suddenly curled up.

Jiang Zheliu was suffering from heat. He felt dizzy. He was slow for a while before he said: "what are you doing?"

Wen renye felt a little guilty and gave a kiss to his tearful eyes: "let me have a look at your hand... Broken willow, you are so hot."

He said more than just feel hot.

After hugging for a long time, the temperature of the other person is even hotter.

"It's nice." The devil swallowed his saliva hopelessly. "It's smooth and fragrant."

Jiang Zheliu

I can't live this day.

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Chu didn't sleep well last night.

During the day, he chatted with his brother and enjoyed himself there. At night, he lay in bed and listened to the movement upstairs.

There's so much noise upstairs. It's hard to describe that feeling. Achu thinks the house is going to collapse. But when he thought about it, he thought that he couldn't do it. Just like brother Shenxian's little body, it broke up.

Don't say a Chu didn't sleep well, the whole demon of Zhongnan Mountain didn't sleep well last night. One by one, they opened their eyes until dawn, smelling the lingering fragrance of the tip of their nose and the tangled evil spirit, and all of them were lovelorn.

Sweetheart, white moonlight, was finally spoiled by a fierce and easy to kill demon clan.

The little demons in Zhongnanshan know this matter from each other's heart and tear their faces one after another. The two butterflies, who had been beaten back to their prototype, were so weeping that they were dragged away overnight by their monster friends and taken to other places.

Doomed to be a lovelorn night, the stars do not look at them.

It rained all night last night, and it was cloudy during the day. It was so cold that Chang Qian burned two small stoves downstairs and cooked medicine with a yawn. As he cooked medicine, he said, "what happened yesterday..."

This is a real underage, even the lingering taste will be indifferent. When he used to sleep in the same chair with his elder brother, he was totally close and his mind was pure.

One side of a Chu dangling antlers, smell speech small face a yellow, don't know how to explain with pure Chang Qian, a long time just way: "that... Is... Er, is your little uncle vent energy."

Chang Qian was silent for a moment and asked, "my little uncle?"

In his heart, his little uncle is a very cool person. That sounds a little retarded.

A Chu is in a complicated mood. He doesn't know whether he should be happy that his CP has come true or pay homage to his one-sided lost love. After brewing a cup of tea, he sees that the bamboo curtain at the door is rolled up and Wang Moxuan, who is wearing a blue robe in the year of Ember, comes in.

He couldn't stop his curiosity. He made a silent gesture with achubi and went upstairs quietly. Across the screen, I took a glance at the nearby scene.

The bed didn't break up, the table didn't lift, it didn't seem that there was any fierce conflict.

The little mute was holding hands by him and could only follow him, looking at each other helplessly.

There were no clothes on the ground. The clothes were well packed and hung aside after incense.

The year of Ember is getting closer and closer. I can hear the sound of the night inside.

"... is it still painful? I'll get you something else. "

Jiang Zheliu didn't move. I felt dizzy when I listened to my breath.

"No, I stopped when you couldn't stand it yesterday. I stopped inside and gave you medicine again... How did it get so swollen overnight?"

Hearing that night, I couldn't understand it. I opened the brocade quilt and looked at it. The mark on the other side was too bright and serious. It looked like he really raped, raped, ruined, insulted and robbed.

I don't know what else. I'm looking at a very domineering arrangement.

But hearing that night, he broke his heart for this row of noodles. He looked at each other's wrists. Yesterday, he just pressed them for a while. After a night, they were all red marks. The willow was so delicate that it seemed to be hurt when it was touched. The marks were bright and full of accusation.

He didn't feel guilty originally. He was going to feel guilty about it.

Lord mozun patiently applied medicine to him. Yesterday, Jiang Zheliu said that when he was out of breath, he stopped. He counseled and criticized him very much. As long as he felt that he couldn't stand it, he didn't dare to do anything out of line. Even so, little willow was still in a bad mood, crying so much that his eyes hurt and his throat hurt.

In fact, the other party hardly makes a sound. When they make a sound, they are all made so hard that they can't help making a little sound.

Maybe this is the self-esteem of our predecessors.

When he heard that he was applying the medicine at night, he didn't know how his brain was pumping. He held his hand and appreciated it for a while, and then he kissed the fingertips of the other side. His dog teeth bit him gently, and he was very cherished.

Then he watched the red mark on the bit.

It's like touching porcelain.

Did he have such a delicate body before?

I was lost in thought at night. Although he thought it was easy to make traces on Jiang Zheliu before, he didn't try it as obviously as yesterday. This time, I felt it was very serious after tossing. It seemed that I was forced by him.

Jiang Zheliu still has some headaches, but his temperature has returned to the normal low state. But the physical quality obviously can't keep up, can't get up in bed.

Hearing that night, he said a few words in his ear, which made Jiang Zheliu's ears itch and a little red. Then he said in a hoarse voice: "don't make a noise, let me continue to sleep."

He curled slowly into the quilt.

Wen renye tucked in the corner of the quilt for him, sat by and looked at it for a while, then turned his head and looked behind the screen.

He had long been aware of the footsteps of the year of embers.

After he looked at it, the medical sage who had a good view of the yellow books slowly poked his head out of the screen, took his little mute and made a silent gesture.

"What's the matter? Did you get rid of the fever?"

Before the words were answered, the year of Ember asked again excitedly.

"What's the feeling of tianlingti?"

What feeling?

Asking is... Exciting.

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This is the story of the protagonist's fever, medicine and kiss. The light is on. Please forgive me (pray)