The sky is twilight, and the surrounding light is dim, so that people can't tell whether it is early morning or evening.
Xiao Yu'an looked straight at the gold gauze in front of him, only to feel that his eyes were very familiar, and he looked at it for a while, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Isn't this the bed of his palace?
he\"….
Isn't he dead? ! !
The previous memories rushed into my mind, and Xiao Yuan sat up fiercely. Qingsi slipped her shoulders and scattered them in front of her eyes. It was because Xiao Yu’an’s movement was too big, and she was disturbed to the side, and there was an uncomfortable snoring.
Xiao Yuan turned to look at it, and stunned to see Luohe Qingzhen lying on his side.
The palace was gradually brightened, and it turned out to be early morning.
Xiao Yu'an looked at the river and cleared his hand.
day! pain! Wuqing!
Not a dream! ! !
Is it the dream that Xiao Yuan did before?
So now he and Luohe Qing are still doing well, nothing happened? But why do those pains, those pains, and those **** blood are so clearly engraved in my mind, lingering?
Xiao Yu'an was a little embarrassed for a while, but the joy of getting lost and stunned his mind, and he was so excited that he almost shed tears. Xiao Yuan lay down on his side, reaching out and tightening the waist of the river, and adjusting his posture comfortably. Leaning on his chest, he found some weirdness.
Luheqing cheeks cheeks red, shortness of breath, body temperature is also unnatural, his brows tightly squatting, I do not know if it is a nightmare, hands close to the palm.
what happened? Have you had a fever?
"Hey brother? Hey brother?" Xiao Yuan got up in a panic and went to touch the forehead of Qihe Qing.
In the river, the river feels a bit of coolness, and subconsciously turns over and suppresses Xiao Yu'an, and the gasps gradually become heavy.
A hot and strong one against Xiao Yu'an's leg, Xiao Yu'an took a trip, only to find that Luhe Qing may not be a fever.
So excited in the early morning, so restrictive?
Luohe Qing screamed Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan quickly said: "I am, I am, my brother, I will help you."
Xiao Yuan looked up and kissed Luhe Qing, and slowly stretched his hand toward his desire. Who knows that after Qi Heqing got an answer, he slammed his mouth like a madman and smothered his mouth. Everywhere, his hands unscrupulously pulled away Xiao Yu'an's clothes, and slammed his waist and hips with extreme force, but for a moment he left red scars and bruises on Xiao Yu'an.
The mouth was filled with **** smell. The roughness of the river was made by Xiao Yu's pain. He gasped and subconsciously pushed the river to clear: "Hey brother, hurt, you wake up... hurt !"
rub!
This is a wild play in the foreplay. If he does, he must not die in bed!
In order to avoid the murder of the husband and wife, Xiao Yuan held his hands on the shoulders of the river, and kept shaking him: "Hey brother! Hey! Big brother! Baby daughter, dear! Darling! Xianggong! Fujun! You are good. I’m sober, I don’t want to be killed in bed.”
After a few shaking, Luhe Qing gradually opened his eyes. He stopped to play Xiao Yu'an's movements, and some of them held up in vain, seemingly thinking, and his eyes gradually brightened.
Xiao Yuan sighed and squatted on the bed. His shirt was mostly spread out. The traces on his body were a bit horrible. He looked up at Luhe Qing and just wanted to smile and complain, but he saw that Luhe Qing suddenly opened his eyes in disbelief.