The Empire's Mr.Jun Is Playing The Villain Again

Gong xi's cold fingers caressed Qiao Liu's cheek. His movements were so gentle, light and light, with trembling.

He was so careful, so gentle with the treasure.

Even if he had endured to the extreme, even if his whole body was going to explode, the accumulated feelings would let him burn. He still looked at Qiao Liu's painting with red eyes.

Look at her look, look at her reaction, see if she is willing to.

He can ignore his own feelings, but he has to take care of the feelings of Qiao Liu's painting, and want to know whether she is happy.

At this time, Qiao Liu's whole body was burning like a fire, and she didn't know what was wrong with her.

She was completely aroused by Gongxi's coldness, and her enthusiasm was kindled.

Qiao Liu didn't know how she was. She could only hum, "the brook is cold The river is cold... "

Her voice has a cry tone, so delicate, waiting to be placated.

Her toes curled up.

Her eyebrows and eyes like silk looking at the palace River cold, eyes are with water light.

Gong xi Leng watched his paintings knead into water. His breath was heavy and his eyes were even more red.

"Painting, I am, painting, my painting..."

The voice of Qiao Liu's painting is so hoarse with strong emotion.

Once the flood comes down, the emotion of Joe will flow down.

Qiao Liuhua listened to the sexy and provocative voice in his ears, and his body was burning with fire.

Her feet on the sheet, she can't help but reach out to embrace the cold palace stream, as if the vine wrapped, wrapped up.

It seems that only in this way can the body's heat be relieved.

But she didn't know that she, like a goblin, had lost his soul.

He wanted to slow down for a while, but it was because Qiao Liu's paintings at this time were really like vines. They were wrapped tightly, and she held them tightly.

So hot, so burning, even if he burned all, he also reluctant to let go.

He just wanted to knead her into his body, into his blood, and to rub her

It's his painting.

Gong xi Leng knows clearly in his heart how possessive he is to Qiao Liu's paintings.

This kind of possessiveness can breed dark emotions in his heart.

His body and soul trembled. He held Jo Liu's painting with one hand, fixed her with the other, and then bowed his head and deeply kissed her.

Gongxi cold kiss very deep, dense.

He can not love, can only kiss so deeply, first to slow down the fire like feelings.

Qiao Liuhua is also breathing violently. She feels very hot and hot, and her black hair is dancing.

Black hair and white skin form a strong visual effect, which makes Gongxi's cold eyes burn with fire.

The cold breath of Gongxi can bring out the flame, and the light under the eyes is getting darker and darker, which is like a whirlpool that can swallow people in. Qiao Liu only felt that his whole body was going to turn into water, and his soft fingers could not be lifted up, and his body was arched.

"Painting Yao? "

Qiao Liuhua didn't know what gongxileng was talking about. She was humming and crying. She hugged Gongxi Leng with her teeth biting on his shoulder. Although she had no strength, she was also biting hard. It seemed that this could alleviate something.

Gong xi felt cold. He couldn't help it.

In his arms is the person he loves so deeply, so tender and soft leaning in his arms, he can't be indifferent.

He just wanted to be hard, hard love.

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