Chapter 3469

"Ink White..." his eyes were shaking, the fog was continuous, and the whisper overflowed his lips and teeth. It was cold and indifferent, but at the moment, it had no deterrent power. The slightly dumb voice even added a bit of temptation to refuse to welcome.

The devil liked it very much. She seemed to chuckle. Her fingertips vaguely and wantonly rubbed the young man's fragile neck blood vessels, and responded in a dumb voice: "I'm here, master."

Their bodies were hidden in the hot spring, their clothes were completely wet, and their hair was entangled in the water.

The mist was filled with moisture. Yu Chen had grasped the girl's slender wrist very hard, but he still felt that his fingertips were soft and could not use half his strength. The tingling feeling ran from his back. It was strange and difficult to open his mouth.

Dye Bai directly presses his wrist on his side and presses the person on the edge of the hot spring stone wall. The crimson lip is like Rouge stained with blood, slowly covering Yu Chen's thin soft lips, kissing heavily, and the tip of his tongue touches his lips and teeth.

Yu Chen has no strength to struggle or resist at all, and his thinking falls into blank chaos. He can only be forced to lift up his neck for her to kiss him. The neck line so that the shoulder blades stretch out a thin and beautiful arc, just like a tight and beautiful bow.

For the first time, those indifferent eyes became misty because of kissing, dense with the tide that was no longer awake.

"Master, be good." she kissed him heavily, whispered in a hoarse voice, and easily ripped off his white waistband with one hand. After the waistband was torn and thrown away at will, her loose snow clothes were even more messy and open, and her beauty was half hidden. It was a sexy bewitchment completely different from the previous solemn abstinence, just like a god degenerated into lust, The cold fingertips dipped into his middle coat and crossed the beautiful waist and abdomen lines of the young man.

In the past, the lofty, solemn and indifferent white fairy king is now pressed by his apprentice in the hot spring, wantonly and frivolously violated, there is no room for resistance, and even seems a little good for people to do whatever they want.

The bloody kiss has the meaning of infinite lingering. Dye Bai presses him to resist the lingering unbridled, and presses down the heavy kiss.

Xianjun's back was against the cold stone wall of the hot spring, his fingerbones were stretched white, his wrists were pressed on his side, and he was forced to bear the kiss. He looked cold and angry. He was obedient enough to only look up and let her kiss him wantonly. His indifferent eyes were confused until he was kissed to sob, but he refused to make a statement easily. Only when he couldn't control his depression and stretched to the extreme, Only then overflowed from the lips and teeth one or two broken swallows.

The devil pressed people hard on the stone wall of the hot spring to kiss, and his action gradually became excessive and tough.

Yu Chen vaguely felt something wrong in the chaos, but he couldn't say it again. He couldn't struggle to sink into it.

"Master, are you comfortable?" ran Bai smiled and whispered in his ear, asking patiently.

That voice crashed into my ears, like a whisper like a lover. Xianjun's divine knowledge was lax and gasped. The two-way thin, cool and cold eyes rarely fainted and dyed slightly red. The eyes shook and broken light, like being bullied and ruthless, and swallowing silently.

The only remaining trace of reason told him more and more strongly that this was wrong, but he was repeatedly occupied and could not get rid of it. He could only let the girl apprentice kiss wantonly.

His fingers were white, taut and unable to hang on his side. He was pressed by the devil. The loose snow-white sleeves half covered a red hand rope. The bright color set off his cold and white complexion, showing a sense of forbidden and lustful impact visually.

But the devil refused to let go of this topic easily. He bit his ears with him very badly and asked, "is it comfortable?"

For a long time, Xianjun was forced to be very light and dumb, um, slightly raised his eyes, the moisture was confused, the consistent coldness all faded, with the desire to let people destroy and destroy.

Ranbai chuckled, like the temptation of the devil, bewitching the depravity of the gods: "do you like it?"

Yu's dust and snow clothes were messy, his eyes were covered with broken light water color, and his eyebrows and eyes were infected with water mist. His eyes were shaking. They were not cold and high in the past. He was distracted and lax. He was a little panting when he was kissed, and even his indifferent breath was in a hurry. He suppressed the low swallow between his lips and teeth without saying a word.

"Master, do you like me kissing you?" ran Bai said in his ear with a low voice.

Xianjun seemed to be bewitched. The radian exquisite Adam's apple rolled out a sexy radian. He slightly opened his thin lip. The thin soft lip flap without blood color seemed to be smeared with rouge. The tooth line was also snow-white and attractive. The voice line was low and unstable, no longer thorough and cold: "hi..."

He just spit out a vague word, almost broken in the hot spring, he stopped.

The feeling that he was getting more and more wrong became stronger and stronger. The cultivation in his body, which had always been stable and indifferent, gradually began to be restless, and there was a tendency to eat back. He coughed low and forced himself to come over rationally. His fingers tightened and clung to his dyed white hand.

"Ink White -" his eyes were faintly red. When he opened his mouth, his voice was completely hoarse. He said word by word: "stop!"

Taking into account the unstable injuries on the girl, he didn't do it directly.

The devil paused for a moment, slowly narrowed his eyes, lazily hugged Xianjun, and finally stopped his action, but his eyes were still bright and blurred, and her body was cold, which made her face look very pale, but her eyes were strangely red, treacherous and demonic, "I'm cold..."

Her tone sounded a little wronged, like complaining, like muttering: "cold."

Xianjun closed his eyes, long eyelashes trembled for several times, and finally opened his eyes again. The confused tide in his eyes had almost dispersed, leaving only sober indifference. Gu Jing was calm and complacent in the depths of his eyes.

His breathing sound was steady and indifferent. He took a look with his thin lips. His breathing sound was steady and indifferent. He took his thin lips and looked at the absurd and embarrassing scene in front of him. He was momentary absent-minded and his face was white to abnormal.

Xianjun coldly pushed away the dyed white, tried his best to restrain, maintained a calm surface, lengthened his fingers, re buttoned the buckle untied by the demon, put on the torn messy snow clothes, covered all the red marks of ambiguous kisses, smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes inch by inch, and the water droplets fell on his sleeves.

Just when ranbai thought Yuchen might not care about her this time, Xianjun looked coldly without saying a word after she put on her clothes. He directly hugged people horizontally from the hot spring and took her to the room.

The girl's red clothes were completely wet. She lazily held Xianjun's waist, grabbed a corner of his clothes, Yanyan closed her eyes, and pasted her side face on the young man's chest. She could feel the temperature and heartbeat of Yuchen through her thin clothes.

Yu Chen is very few, his clothes are not neat, and his ink hair is scattered. When he comes, he is different from the past. He just looks cold and doesn't talk. The cold and sharp bottom of his eyes is still hard to approach.

He took the man back to the room, put him on the bed, looked at the girl's pale face, silently conveyed real Qi to her and stabilized the unstable breath in her body.