"Well, no more."
She hastily raised a hand to cover his lips. If he kisses him again, her thin lip skin must be broken. She almost fainted because she couldn't breathe.
"This time I'm soft." He laughs, still breathing fast, pulls her hand open and touches her lips again.
He gently and lingering kiss her, bring her a feeling different from the last time.
Last time it was fire, this time it was water.
She was immersed in his gentleness, and her mind gradually drifted away. Both of them had cheek to cheek, lip to lip, and their heartbeat was the same rapid.
This tender kiss made her feel his heart more than the hot one just now. He loved her so much. All his affection was passed on to her through this gentle kiss. She seemed to see the sincere and hot heart he held out and offered it to her
Mochuan! Mochuan!
Her heart beat, every beat seemed to call his name, she thought, she will never forget this happy and sweet moment, because from this moment, his name has been deeply branded in her heart.
The wind chasing on the big tree outside the door was originally practicing meditation, but the ambiguous voice from the room kept getting into his ears, which made him want to listen.
He began to become impetuous, Qi and blood surging, several times internal breathing almost deviated.
He couldn't help thinking about what the two people in the room were doing, why he found this strange ambiguous voice, and his face turned red when he thought about it. His heart couldn't calm down any more.
The emperor and his beloved girl are in love with each other. He is a dark guard but bitter monkey in the tree. If there is a female monkey in the tree, he can bask in the sun with him
"Chase the wind, go away!"
In pursuit of wind fantasy, breathing becomes heavy, the room's ink Chuan issued a clear rebuke, immediately let chase wind sober up.
If he was granted amnesty and started his lightness skill, he disappeared in a moment.
Shen Ning's face is as red as a blooming Begonia, her lips are numb by his kiss, and wood's feeling is gone. His Qingjun's face is as red as hers. They look at each other and smile at the same time.
He pulled her out of bed, groomed her, tucked her hair behind her ears, and calmed her breath.
She gazed at him faintly: "have you recovered some internal power?" She asked softly.
"Well." He nodded his head and couldn't help but order the tip of her nose: "what kind of panacea are you feeding me?"
When he tried to use his work, he felt that a stream of heat flowed out of all his limbs and became a warm current in his body. Although the internal power of this bowl of medicine was far less than what he consumed, it was equivalent to injecting a trickle of water into his dried up elixir field, which restored the vitality of the elixir field.
"It's the way I read from an ancient book. I just told Doctor Zhang to give it a try. If it's good for your health, my guilt will be reduced." She sighed.
"Guilt? Why do you feel guilty? " He immediately stares at her sensitively, holding her shoulder in his hands.
She bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and felt pain in her heart.
"I'm sorry for you. I failed you. I made you sad. But you wasted so much internal power to save me. Although I haven't practiced martial arts, I know how important internal power is for martial arts practitioners, but you do it for me..."
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