Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai knows that this monk is talking about the breeze, but this is what shuts her up.

"The man said that his sweetheart was wearing a pink dress, and his appearance was rare." The tone of forgetting the dust is still mild, but the atmosphere of oppression is even worse.

Shen Mubai secretly licked the breeze and came back. "I just saved him once and I was entangled. I was hiding from him for two days. I didn't know him at all."

"Inferior know." Forgot the dust and kissed her face. "The female donor is outside, is it like the poor, like other men?"

Shen Mubai had not had time to answer, and was bitten again with tender meat, and she was so angry that she shouted, "How do you monk bite?"

The water vapor in her eyes was so over that she was bitten bitterly hurt.

"The female donor whispered a little, although the brothers and sisters have rested at this time, but they are not allowed to pass through the night." Forget the dust 舔|| licking the piece of meat, the temperature is warm.

Shen Mubai felt that she used to think that this monk was bullying. It was just a squint. Now she wants to cry and there is no place to cry. She has to bow down. "Monk, what do you want? I admit that I used to think that you are fun." I am so funny, I didn’t forget it before, I did it, but I just played it, and you didn’t take it seriously. Don’t you think I’m cheating?”

"The poor don't remember those." The tone of forgetting the dust went down, and the man licked her collar.

The wood is white.

“The poor are only known.” He paused and continued. “It’s the female donor who first provoked the impoverishment.”

As soon as the voice fell, the clothes on Shen Mubai were degraded, and a small chicken skin came out.

Forgetting the dust, the body was covered a little, and she was firmly stuck in that piece of heaven and earth. "The barrenness has not returned."

He fell with a little cold temperature and brought a shudder ||

Shen Mubai can't bear this strong aggression||sex, whenever the body wants to slip down, it will be fished by a pair of big hands.

Until she couldn't get a piece of film||缕, the dress of this monk was just a little messy.

Although the skill is green, it has become more and more familiar with the passage of time.

Shen Mubai had a heart but could not resist. She was panted and kissed, her legs and feet were soft.

Until the dark Zen room was illuminated by a dim light.

It turned out to be the oil lamp on the table. I don't know when it was lit up.

The face that looked like a breezy breeze was revealed, and the gentle scorpion seemed to be covered with a layer of deep things, a frowning breath, a staring gaze, and a slightly hoarse voice. "Female Donor ""

Nothing is sacred and high, as if from the Buddha's door into the magic door, the atmosphere of the whole body becomes chaotic.

The wooden scorpion covered with cockroaches, the red lips gasped slightly, and did not say a word, then the opposite of the monk was dark and pressed again, and the big hands moved up in the middle of her body.

I didn't feel anything in the dark. Now that the oil lamp is on, she can see the book in the Zen room, and the futon, clean and pure.

Today, it has a sense of unclear meaning.

There is also this face in front of me, the Buddha fragrance from time to time, stimulating the nerves of Shen Mubai, making her full of shame and guilty conscience.

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