My Darling Sick Beauty

When Jiang Zheliu woke up, he was still in the arms of the other party.

The carriage was moving, the rain was whispering and the sound was erratic.

The little devil held him tightly, put his hand on his waist, and the palm was close to the delicate and cool skin, which was consistent with the mottled trace.

Jiang Zheliu didn't wake up. He was in pain all over, but he was so sleepy by the other party's breath that he could ignore the tiredness.

After a while, when he thought he was asleep again, Jiang Zheliu suddenly raised his hand and grasped the wrist of the people around him.

There is a ring of shallow tooth marks on his phalanx. He pulls the paw of Wen Ren ye and presses it on his abdomen, which is firmly close to the texture of his abdomen.

Hearing people's uneasiness at night, he took Jiang Zheliu and kissed his forehead. He rubbed and said, "what's the matter?"

The other side didn't speak at first. After a long silence, he said lazily and hoarsely, "it hurts."

Hearing this, the first reaction is that it's the existence of the cub. Only by absorbing the little spiritual power of the Taoist partner can the Taoist body be damaged.

"Too deep." Jiang Zheliu is concise and comprehensive, buried in his shoulder, "knot stuck in half, worn, from here down, all pain."

Hearing people's eyes slightly stagnated at night, he said awkwardly: "there is something wrong with the guidance in the double cultivation secret Scripture. I didn't expect that it was only aimed at the same race. According to the structure of the demon clan, the female demon's palace cavity is serrated..."

Jiang Zheliu took a breath and asked, "sawtooth?"

"Well." The little devil answered sincerely.

There is no custom of marriage between men and women in the demons. Marriage is decided by combat power. Therefore, the internal structure of the demonic women will not lose to men, even because they will be more ferocious as the breeding party.

After hearing people's night's explanation, Jiang Zheliu's subconscious thought about the process of their intercourse. He thought of Gongyi Yan with a white Falcon mask and felt a little respect.

But their serration, in the final analysis, is also for the success rate of pregnancy, and to reduce the invasion of inferior men, which is the evolutionary choice of all things.

The secret code of double cultivation is aimed at the same race, so it's a little bit against this kind of race random, gender free, contradictory love.

This violation is not small. Jiang folded his eyes and thought.

Wenrenye's technology has indeed improved, but because of the mistakes in textbooks and the lack of experience, it is still stuck in the middle of the way, unable to get on and pull out, and the induration wrapped by soft tissue is stuck in it, grinding all the time and unable to move.

At that time, Jiang Zheliu sat on his waist, bowed his head and slowly kissed him. Originally, he was in good physical strength and condition. He was ready to compete with the little demon king to see if he had a chance to suppress the Demon Lord. This idea just floated up, it was suddenly ground to a strange place by the soft tissue outside the knot, the waist force suddenly drained, and all of a sudden softened down.

He was so sensitive that he seemed to get worse after he put the egg on him.

The slightest change of Jiang Zheliu can't be separated from the other party's vision. Hearing people's night, he immediately knew where he had been touched. His mood suddenly became more and more excited. Even the bone tail began to shake with naked eyes, winding up from the calf.

Bone spurs scrape some pain, but not violent, but the kind of flattering dawdle.

Jiang Zheliu thought it was just a small setback in front of him. Just as he was about to get back on his feet, he was scratched and rubbed heavily. This time, he directly fell in his arms and his shoulders were shaking.

... what? Come here now.

He was not reconciled, but the rhythm inevitably came into the control of Wenren night. The little devil finally gave up his patience. He showed his fangs, licked the tip of his teeth, and clasped Jiang Zheliu's waist and hugged him.

Then the scene of the crime happened. The soft tissue was covered with moist water. Under a lot of moistening and sliding, it pushed half an inch in and was crushing

Jiang Zheliu suddenly lost his strength, but he didn't accept it. He put his hand around the other side's neck and bit Wen renye's shoulder.

His teeth are neat and plain, and he has no lethality. Coupled with the physical talent of the demons, he has not broken his skin.

Smell people night even feel each other tease themselves.

As a result, under the wrong guidance of books and the wrong cognitive bias, he accidentally made the other party cry again, but he did not respond to the other party's retreat, which made the little willow cry out of breath, with redness around his eyes, and the lip was bitten to some extent and swollen.

... it's really big! yes! Come in! Step! Ah!

Jiang Zheliu's physiological tears are very beautiful. Sometimes he doesn't realize that he is crying. Instead, he spontaneously relieves his tears after being treated harshly. It's a way of self-protection. Sometimes it hurts, but more often... He can't reach the peak of satisfaction. He is pressed by the little devil and grinds him a little bit.

Like a hawk, it stops again and again, and is completely usurped the initiative. It is out of control, out of control, out of control again and again. However, when it is about to break out of control and reach the limit of madness, it is severely suppressed and suspended, and the tide rises to a high point and suddenly falls.

Don't give me a break.

Wen renye seems to feel that too many times he is released will hurt his body, so he is consciously controlling this. Jiang Zheliu has long wanted to accuse him, but every time he felt a little dizzy and was attracted by other more excessive things, he never had a chance to tell him.

This time, for example, his attention was attracted by the knot stuck in it, and he was so angry that he kept his revenge in silence.

It's too deep to clean up. Although the heavenly spirit body can absorb it, it sounds too much like Caibu. Jiang Zheliu, as a well-known orthodox school with old-fashioned rules, is not particularly receptive to Caibu.

Hearing that night, he knew that he was wrong and said with a correct attitude: "does it hurt? I'll rub it for you."

When he moved his palm down, he could not help sliding on his bare skin. After only two inches, he suddenly remembered some enchanting and soft touch. He doesn't know what it's like for other people to be scratched out of the intersection by the saw teeth, but his Taoist partner is really too soft. Every place is too soft. If he probes deep into the finger, he can suddenly sink down, overflow with slightly cold water, and turn it out full. As if crushed a juicy fruit, juice down along the wrist, itchy and filled with light fragrance.

I hope the juice he came up with didn't describe anything else.

When he heard that people's throat moved at night, he suddenly forgave his unsophisticated and unsophisticated skills, which gave him the excuse to be reckless and willful.

Jiang Zheliu's age, experience and character can contain him infinitely.

There's something wrong with his rubbing.

Jiang Zheliu was aware of this. He reached out and touched the other side's wrist and said in a low voice, "move back."

The little devil moved back obediently, pretending to be a docile big dog, and bowed his head to kiss him. The action was light, but very sticky.

"Where else does it hurt." Hearing that night, he touched his lip, "let me have a look."

It's hard to show him the pain. It's easy to turn the loyal dog into a terrible little devil.

Jiang Zheliu knew this very well. She did not raise her eyelids or respond to each other. She just leaned against him sleepily, as if she would soon fall asleep again.

Hearing the restlessness of the night, he settled down and looked at him from the side. About half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Zheliu suddenly frowned and hissed.

"What's the matter?" He asked, "or does it hurt?"

The little demon king's sense of guilt has multiplied, but he has been teaching for many times. He already knows that he is a virtue that can't be pulled back by desire. He honestly reaches out his hand and rubs his belly.

"... No." Jiang Zheliu coughed softly, raised his eyes and stretched out his hand to the outside. He gave him a cup of tea tacitly.

Tea moistens the throat and presses down the slight burning pain.

"It feels strange." Jiang Zheliu took a look at him, "he seems to be angry."

"... who?"

Jiang Zheliu looked down at the back of his hand, and his eyes moved down to the belly of the little willow.

There is a gestational sac in the heavenly spirit body, which is usually folded and contracted to form a membrane, and a more choroid extends from under the membrane into the intestinal wall. It's not until after birth that the place begins to grow and change with the size of the cub - that's what the book says.

The special smell and fever of this constitution are also due to the addition of a gland and a biological instinct, and the visceral structure of Jiang Zheliu is also different from that of ordinary people. Therefore, as long as you carefully follow the vein, you can "see" with your own eyes the general difference between this special constitution and ordinary people.

Two people's sight pause here, smell the person night stare at his belly, speak up and say: "why is he not happy, is not his way partner, have what relation with him?"

Jiang Zheliu nodded, but said, "it's related."

The night of hearing people

"People don't feel shocked." Jiang Zheliu looked at him calmly, but it was more powerful than the power of zhengse questioning.

I was stunned for a while and wanted to refute it. But when I think about it carefully, I think it's reasonable.

"I feel shocked."

The night of hearing people

Lord mozun doesn't agree. He thinks the other party should feel comfortable.

He thought so, but he didn't dare to say it. He hummed in a bit of evil spirit and was ready to negotiate with the cubs in the other party's stomach. If necessary, he might quarrel... No, be reasonable.

But the cub didn't pay attention to his breath at all. Instead, he circled in Jiang Zheliu's body and moved around by himself, as if he was serious about hugging him.

Hearing the evil spirit of human night, he could feel the baby's beeping. He tightened his brow and said coldly, "I won't hold you."

Jiang Zheliu

"He only likes me." The little devil said more and more, "it's because he likes me that you can show up. You have to distinguish the primary and secondary relationship."

Jiang Zheliu: "what..."

"He won't hold you any more." The other side grinds his fangs, and the color of his dark purple eyes changes slightly. "He will only hold me all his life. You are just incidental. You know yourself a little bit. Be a lovely gift."

The last sentence is OK.

When Jiang Zheliu thought so, he heard that the little demon king added half a sentence maliciously: "gifts."

Jiang Zheliu: "don't say a few words."

Wen renye looked up at him, and his fierce eyes softened. He was so good that he came to kiss him and said, "what's the matter? I'm just bluffing him to stop getting excited. "

Jiang Zheliu hid behind for a while, avoiding the kiss from him, and said faintly, "no, he's more angry."

"Will anger upset you?" I was so angry at night that I said, "knock it out!"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and didn't speak. He was a little nauseous. Maybe it was because he was affected by Xiaozi's emotion. He was really a little uncomfortable.

More than that, the big one made him uncomfortable. The muscles and bones are very painful. I can't eat my strength at the waist now. I feel a little numb.

Hearing that he had been hiding for a few kisses at night, Jiang Zheliu insisted on coming back. However, he frowned and kept away. He thought it was Jiang Zheliu who was angry because of his words and was even more sour to the cub he had never met before, so he went to kiss him again.

Jiang Zheliu held him down, turned his head and coughed twice. Then he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't, so he coughed.

"... broken willows?"

The little devil was stunned, and the whole beast was stunned.

It's over

He threw up the Taoist priest

Jiang Zheliu patted his chest, pressed the strange feeling down, turned his head and looked at his lover worried and guilty. He buried himself in the little devil's shoulder socket again, closed his eyes and said, "it's OK."

"Really..."

"I lied to you. Can you go to the palace?"

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Year of embers:!!! What did I say! I'm a real talent. You two have found a ghost when you meet me!!!

I didn't write anything, but I felt that it might have to be changed. It's too sleepy to start QAQ

Write some sticky love, go to the plot（ Is it too sticky