Sweetheart,Come Back!

An Yin's heart rate suddenly accelerated, and slowly lowered his eyelids to avoid his hot gaze.

He locked her trembling long eyelashes, and slowly fell down, including her lips, his body, his heart, burning in an instant. The feeling of satisfaction spread all over his limbs. He could not help but leave her lips, sighed and covered again. He had been longing for her for so long.

His lips are soft and elastic, with his unique man's breath, which makes an Yin's heart jump wildly. His lips tremble slightly and seem to contain his lips lightly.

His chest rolling hot, all over the body is hot, really want to bite her hard, inhaled into the abdomen.

Press down the feelings of riots, drooping eyelids, looking at her gently trembling long eyelashes, gently knock her lips, slowly, a little bit bit bit bit, afraid that heavy will startle her.

His hot lips slide down, holding her snow like earrings, hovering for a long time before slowly moving down and landing on her neck.

Her neck is slender, curve is extremely beautiful, all let him palpitate.

The poison in her body hasn't happened for a period of time. At this time, she smells the attractive fragrance from her body, but the gene of an yinfen is still in a state of agitation.

Qin Jian's brow slowly tightened.

How to solve the cup in his body?

He doesn't move. Anyin doesn't know what he's thinking. He's too tight to move, but his heart is in a mess.

In 404 heard those things, are Ji Yue's one-sided words, can't let her so believe.

There are many monsters in 404 who can perform magic arts, and the shadow clan people themselves are mysterious existence. She doesn't know whether those she sees in 404 are her memory fragments or the illusion created by Ji Yue.

But one thing she can be sure of is that Xia Xin is not her own mother. Her mother is the woman who was chased with her and the little boy.

Who is that woman?

Is it Rong Zhen in her imagination?

She has to prove it.

A person alive, there will always be such and that conjecture, but not all conjectures are correct.

He looked up and saw his eyes as black as a group of thick ink. He looked at her face carefully. His heart was flustered and he had to avoid it.

He held her down and did not allow her to escape. He calmed his face slightly. It was not the time to think about those things now.

The lips were pressed down.

Anyin is still panting in the atmosphere. Seeing that he kisses again, she breathes subconsciously. Without waiting for her to react, he has already kissed her, and with a slight hook of her strong arm, she is lifted up lightly.

An Yin's feet left the ground, low exclamation, quickly supporting his shoulder, his tall body was then pressed down, the delicate soft her hard against the tatami.

He is strong and aggressive.

Anyin's heart beat like a drum. She shuddered under his wild and fierce kiss. She had no resistance.

He took her so many times, she did not learn any skills, just helpless to bear, but she did not have any skills to speak of, but made him blood boil, hold her to death, do not let her move, kiss more in-depth, ask for more.

With a clear bony hand, he held her as thin as a waist that could be cut off by pinching. His tall body was pressed down, and the deepest one fell into

Her breath was stifled and her eyes widened. It happened that he looked at her. His eyes were black and bright, and they were not deep.