There was a flash of surprise in the golden eyes.

Shen Yanxiao's eyes became more and more calm from panic. A sly smile bloomed in her lips. Her body had become a little stiff. Shen Yanxiao secretly controlled the initiative in his hands.

Looking up at Xiu's chin, Shen Yanxiao reaches up and kisses him gently.

A soft kiss seems to fall on Xiu's heart.

The naughty little guy didn't stop to plan. After finishing her mood, she began to take the initiative to attack tentatively.

Cherry lips slowly open, lilac tongue naughty * * * * repair of the jaw.

Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands on the armrest of the chair were quietly clenched. The little touch was like a stone that stirred up the waves. A little bit was enough to bring the waves.

Shen Yanxiao smiled a little. He straightened up bravely. His hands were around Xius neck. His legs were kneeling on Xius thighs. He blinked and looked at Xius motionless.

At that moment, she saw a similar feeling of astonishment in the man's eyes, and the ten thousand year iceberg finally cracked a gap.

Hold up the upper body slightly, Shen Yanxiao kisses the upper lip fiercely.

A little clumsy and green kiss, but with a little temptation, and timidity, she vaguely learned his once gentle, a little in-depth, clear eyes with a trace of uncertainty, but so careful, like an ignorant little beast, trying to stir the sleeping dragon like cautious, but so full of provocative forehead taste.

Mingming is so astringent, but it seems to be with a strong charm, a little bit of bewitching his whole soul, the only reason seems to be suffering from the destruction of the storm, tottering.

There was a muffled groan in his throat. Xiu held out his hand and clasped Shen Yanxiao's back brain. He didn't give her any chance to escape. Instead, he took over the initiative of the kiss. He held her lips and slowly held the kiss. The deepening strength made Shen Yanxiao unable to bear the whole person clinging to Xiu's arms. Bullying was not gentle. It made Shen Yanxiao go up and down It's soft and sour like electricity.

The body that has lost its strength slides down uncontrollably.

Xiu's other hand went around Shen Yanxiao's waist, picked up her limp body and pressed it against her, as if he wished to rub her into his own blood until it was inseparable.

After a long time, Xiu finally ended the kiss. There was a messy and depressing confusion in his golden eyes.

"No more playing with fire."

The hoarse voice sounded in Shen Yanxiao's ear, like a plucked string, with a trace of coldness and trembling.

"Not yet." Under the restraint of Hugh's efforts, he was about to break away from the craziness of control. His hands held Shen Yanxiao's small face, his forehead gently pressed against her forehead, and his deep and slightly hoarse voice could almost lead him to the abyss.

"I Not... " Shen Yanxiao's face is red. Even if she has no common sense, she knows what repair means.

She just wanted to kiss him, that's all.

As for being fat

Shen Yanxiao finally realized that his temporary rise seems to have become a torment for cultivation.

Before she had finished speaking, she could only nod her head in silence.

"Darling." Xiu kisses Shen Yanxiao's lips. He is curious. He almost loses control in a moment. There is nothing more difficult than his lover's initiative.