This indifferent words, almost as if questioning her, let a person uncomfortable to snort.
She pressed the man's white waist, leaned over his earlobe and kissed the thin soft lip.
So the next moment, the young man suddenly stiff up, like a cat's purple pupil open round.
Far more turbulent than just the feeling, completely unable to parry, he murmured, some headache down his eyes to resist, but the whole spine is Microsoft.
The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the purple inside seemed to be crushed and spread out shallowly. The teenager narrowed his eyes and shrank back, but he was unable to move. He could only breathe low and his eyes gushed with a little light.
He opened his lips slightly, and finally closed them in silence. His cold purple pupils reflected the light. The red tide on his pale and delicate face was shallow and moving. Between his ups and downs, his lips became more and more rosy, and his eyes were slightly broken, as if the tide was surging.
It's cold outside, but it's warm inside.
The girl's physical strength and endurance are good this time, but on the contrary, the main spirit is a delicate constitution. She is pressed for a while, and she breathes a little. Her white nose is very high, and her perspiration is fine. Young body clear and slender, leaning on the edge of the bed, drooping eyelashes light trembling.
Purple eyes in the sway of broken light, slightly red, even the beautiful shape of the clavicle are suffused with crimson.
The girl stopped and stopped, breathing a little disorderly. She looked at him vaguely, and tilted her head.
She was silent and suddenly asked, "do you want to cry?"
Feng Qing gave her a plain glance.
He raised his hand. The young man's white fingers covered the cold purple pupil, and the corner of the white shirt was lifted up, revealing a white waist, and the beautiful lines extended. His voice could not hear the emotion: "be yours."
Dark and indifferent.
…
He just wanted her to feel real.
Although this is a small plane, strictly speaking, it is not the noumenon of gods. But it doesn't matter.
At this moment, they are all real, truly own and experience each other, inseparable.
The boy closed his eyes gently.
After a night of confusion, full of ambiguity.
Yu Chu's consciousness gradually wakes up. The light in the morning reflects her eyes, and she subconsciously raises her hand to cover it.
But as soon as she raised her hand and came back to her consciousness, she felt that there was another person around her.
She was holding the man's arm, lying on his shoulder, looking at a delicate clavicle, extremely beautiful in shape and too fair in complexion.
The white shirt was open and beautiful.
She was stunned and raised her head slowly.
In the eye, is the same line of young people's chin, eyelashes gently on the eyelids, thick and curly. He hasn't woken up yet. His face is white and beautiful. It looks like a fragile thing made of glass.
The LORD God was sleeping very well, and his expression was a little soft and sleepy, showing a trace of soft cute and clever.
Yu Chu was staring at him.
Maybe because of the closed eyes, there is no such languid atmosphere, beautiful like a little angel.
The memory also gradually revived.
Recalling the chaotic and confused night, the girl's expression froze for a long time, as if she had been chopped by thunder several times.
She grabs her hair in a bit of a breakdown. Her eyes are dazed. She doesn't dare to look at the people around her. She even has an idea in her mind: just run away?
But this idea has not been put into action, the youth around him slowly turned to wake up, slightly raised his hands, opened his eyes.
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