Chapter 142： Master, this is torture

It was originally in the millennium of the burning of the ink, Chu night Ning brain electric light flint, almost at the end of the must-have, the arms overlapped on the wall, leaving the other side a solid and powerful back.

This kind of smoldering can't see his front, and Chu Ning feels that he is really alert.

This fool, who does not know that he is exposed to the underburning eyelids, is a low-lying **** waist, a full and firm hip tip, a pair of slender and powerful legs... He is like a rabbit that has peeled himself. The crispy yellow crispy grilled on the fire simply said, "Please eat, thank you."

The smoldering felt that the throat was dry, and the fundus seemed to have bloodshot eyes. He was forbearing for a long while, and said: "Master is this... what to do?"

doing what?

... um... this pose is a bit weird, how can you calmly confuse the past...

Chu night, the side of the face, half of the face, look cold, want to cover.

The smoldering has put down his clothes and walked towards him, perhaps because he is against the light, he always feels the expression on his face is chilling, like a wolf that has been hungry for a long time in the jungle, seeing a piece of tender meat. The meat is hung on the trap, the wolf hesitates, the hunger in the abdomen and the reason in the brain are fiercely engaged, the flames spread from the body into the eyes, the black eyes of the burning are very bright, exudes secluded Light.

Chu night Ning finally felt that something was wrong, the two words put on the bowstring, the tone was fierce, piercing the quietness of this.

"Back."

"... eh?" The smoldering sound of the ink burned in the throat, with some nasal sounds, it looked very sexy, "What?"

This is really an excuse to think of when Chu’s rushing to attack the heart, but since the sound is already in the ear, he is so hard to pull out that he has to calm down and calm down: "Since it is here, let’s go back."

Ink burning: "..."

"These days I’ve been busy, I’m sweaty, I feel uncomfortable.” Chu Xi’an tried his best to be very casual, very light and windy. “It’s always good to wash.”

He didn't know if he had cheated on the ink, and whether the lie was still natural.

But in short, the last ink burned his words, took a towel and poured it with warm water, and picked it up for the night.

Yuheng has always been wise in the night, which is really the most stupid thing he has ever done.

What is the most tormented in this world?

The person who loves is standing behind him, across a rough towel, a pair of generous hand rubbing all over his body, every place that has been touched is like sailing through the spring water, leaving a hot red mark. Although the strength of the smoldering power has converged, it is still very embarrassing. Moreover, his flesh and blood have never been so tempered by people. He only feels that the inch muscles are shuddering. He has to tighten his body to be able to barely maintain stability and stability. The person behind him saw his strangeness.

His forehead against the wall, in the place where the ink is not burning, the lips are tightly bitten, the phoenix tail is flushed with red, the desire is so hot and hot, even if the branches are thick, they are slightly moist...

He is still a person without emotions, and how, in the face of those who love deeply, endure such excitement and pretend to be high.

It’s too uncomfortable...

But if you ask about ink burning, what is the most torturous thing in the world?

I am afraid that the answer will be very different. He will probably say that the person is standing naked in front of you, his hand against the wall, his shoulders open, and the person is suspicious of himself, only handing over everything to you. With a towel that was in the way, and with a dirty mind, the hot hand passed over his body.

Of course, he knows that he is giving his master a back, but with a little effort, the person's skin is red, and he is bullied and abused.

His hand touched his shoulder blade, lingering on his waist, and involuntarily, his strength gradually became awkward. He felt the person under his body tremble slightly, but I don't know if it was his own illusion. He stared at the white fullness of the curve, restrained to see his eyes full of blood, so that he would not lose the bath towel, grab it directly, and pull it out. The red mark of the five souls.

He has already tasted the ecstasy of the people in front of him, and how, in front of this person, he swallowed his voice and became a gentleman.

It’s too uncomfortable...

The two men each suffered a long time, and then they would have to get out of the fire.

Chu nightning finally couldn’t help but screamed and said: "Well, let's go out, the rest of me will come, I will come by myself."

The smoldering was almost a sudden sigh of relief, and the forehead was full of sweat.

He sighed: "Yes... Master..."

The curtains slammed and the ink burned out.

Chu nightning has not returned to God for a long time, he is still on the wall, his forehead against the wall, his ear is blood red, and the traces behind him are not seen, do not know whether the ink burned or not.

"..."

He smashed the phoenix, seemingly because of humiliation, he bit his lower lip, hesitated for a long time, still reached out and took hold of his desire to be painful.

Originally he ran back and showered to suppress this filthy emotion.

The singer is not as good as the day, and by chance, the ink burns him into the deep sea of ​​the sea. Chu Jingning, who has been relying on the heart and mind to resist humanity, finally can't help but relieve the **** desire that is almost overflowing in the form of the most ordinary and most embarrassing mortal.

His lips are slightly open, the phoenix is ​​awkward, his face is pitiful, and he is somewhat wronged...

He was against the cold wall, his forehead was hot, his beautiful shoulders were low, his throat rolled, and he held a deep breath and whim.

Then sin, but it is so beautiful.

Like the white phoenix butterfly that broke into the cobweb, in the tidal wave, the powerlessness trembled with its wing feathers, but never again, can no longer take off.

He is always dirty.

Dirty to the bones, dirty and so miserable, so pitiful, seductive, and addictive.

In the end, Chu Xiaoning was almost resentful. He was on the wall with a fist. He was so embarrassed, so annoyed, so unwilling, so that the force used was great, the phalanx was worn out, and blood was leaked out.

"Still."

I don't know if I am licking myself or burning.

Chu’s eyes are moist, affectionate, hateful and hateful, and stunned.

In a blink of an eye, they have been in Yuliang Village for more than half a month, and the busy farming will end.

From the day of the bathing, Chu nightning burned the ink like a snake and beast, but he did not notice the smell of ink burning, but he could not stand his own change.

A person, light and elegant for a long time, will be particularly easy to carry, or Chu night Ning before moving to dislike others to do double repairs to do what? It’s really not awkward. The elders of Yu Heng really feel that they can’t stand it. They feel tired and disgusted.

He does not look at the picture of the **** palace, it is really unwilling to see, not pretend. For Chu Yuning, the things like "like" and "kiss" are acceptable, but if you get closer, such as soothing, such as intrusion, he will be blue and can't accept it.

This is like a person who has always been vegetarian. You give him a bowl of sneak peek at lard. He probably feels fragrant, but if you give him a grilled appearance with a browned-yellow skin, but with **** meat inside, he is afraid Disgusting death.

After fainting and venting that day, Chu Xiaoning was awake. He gasped and looked at the stickyness of his hand. He only thought that his pocket was poured with cold water.

The face is green.

What are you doing? It was not able to be self-sustained by a young man in his early twenties, but he relied on self-soothing to calm the tide of his heart.

Chu nightning straight behind the goosebumps, so after he met the ink burning, they all shunned three feet, lest one accidentally released the savage beast in his heart, what made what he regretted.

He retired and the ink burned back.

The ink burned was also really scared. He found that his own desire for Chu’s late night seemed to be much higher than the prediction. The dam he built before was almost unable to stop the turbulent waves. The warmth in his bones was always at a time. The overflow came.

He knows that human nature and animal nature are just a difference. He is not willing to hurt Chu Yuning again because of this difference in his thoughts. Therefore, he also subconsciously evades Chu Yuning.

The distance between the two people was far away. On the contrary, there were more disciples of the disciples and the illusion of Master's charity.

The days are safe and sound.

On this day, the hunters in the village slaughtered a fat scorpion on the mountain. The villagers proposed to have a campfire at the small drying yard at the entrance of the village at night.

So each family took out some food, or cakes, or dried meat. The village head also opened two jars of sorghum, sitting around in a hot group, reflecting the bonfire and smelling the smell of roasted dumplings. Hey, eat and drink, not so happy. Chu late Ning and Mo-burn did not sit together, the two separated a little far, burning in the middle of the fire, they looked at each other across the fire, and did not want to let each other discover.

You glanced at me and thought it was quiet, but the two eyes were always in the middle of the road, so the work was just unintentional sweeping, faintly hang down, and after a while, no one was prepared, secretly climbing on the other's cheek.

The orange fire is surging, and the firewood is buzzing.

There are laughter and laughter around, and they are all intertwined, but no one can hear them, no one can see them. It’s a month in the sky, just two hearts.

The wine opened by the village chief soon saw the bottom, but the people felt that they were not happy enough.

When I remembered that there was still a good pear on the altar in my house, I greeted me and got up and went back to get the wine.

Halfway through, I heard movement behind me.

He turned back: "Who?"

The footsteps of the cockroaches immediately rang, and then a pair of green and green shoes embroidered with yellow flowers slowly smashed out from the corner.

The ink burned a bit: "Linger girl? It's you."

There is a lot of drinking of Lingering wine. The snowy jade has a blush on the cheeks, and the lips are rich and bright. She stands in the moonlight, and her heart is full of emotions. The full **** are accompanied by some rapid breathing. She said: "Mo Xianjun, you wait, I have something to tell you."

The author has something to say: Start! The assistant lady is sent to the head! Sacrifice her one, happy dog ​​and cat series! Tomorrow, the dog must understand his own heart! (In fact, I understand it soon.) Hahaha~~ Happy New Year! Happy New Year!

Today and tomorrow are in the New Year's dinner, so there is no way to reply, I am very sorry about QAQ, the day after tomorrow should be able to reply normally~ What?

Today's bib has a picture of Mrs. Tochigi's dog and Shizun's New Year, and it looks good! The dog's look is very heart-wrenching, but because they are together, so I am sweet and bubble, and the teacher's dress is thin and looks very suitable for being held in my arms. □ Bullying, ah, I am so excited, I shed nosebleeds. It’s so good to be cool and sullen, licking your feet, crabs and crabs! What?

The sound is already in the ear, powerful and difficult to pull out - from Li Bihua's "Farewell My Concubine", is not a common phrase, it is not a misunderstanding, mark the source.

The small theater "The end of this chapter is a random adaptation"

1. If Linger is the audience

Linger: "Mo Xianjun, you wait, I have something to tell you."

Ink burning: "Say."

Linger: "Let me ask, when do you drive?"

Ink burning: "..."

2. If Linger is a black guide

Linger: "Mo Xianjun, you wait, I have something to tell you."

Ink burning: "Say."

Linger: "Baked dumplings farmhouse wine a table of a total of 889, Xianjun is a card or pay now?"

Ink burning: "...not to say that the group meal is free?"

Linger: "Yes, but this is a bonfire party, at your own expense."

Ink burning: "..."

3. If Linger is a small customer service for the cat club

Linger: "Mo Xianjun, you wait, I have something to tell you."

Ink burning: "Say."

Linger: (dark 搓搓) **** leopard cat, intellectual short, hot and short, alternative cat-free, as long as the Zhang Yue card, all day no bottom line Ren Jun **** cat cat, Xian Jun consider?

Ink burning: ...have a white cat? You touch him, he fanned you ten.