Chapter 617： Avenue Soaring 47

Chapter 617 The avenue soars 47

Sometimes, to ignite a person, it only takes a word, a look, or even an inadvertent turn, or even a glance back.

is like Wen Ling at this time.

In the eyes of Rong Zixian, this person should be the one who was directly slapped by himself.

But, the moon is thick at this time, and people are in pairs.

The little girl’s eyebrows are like spring water, and the flour is like peach, her voice is soft and a little coquettish.

Especially the final tone, slightly upward, with a seductive touch.

Rong Zixian felt that the moonlight must be too moving tonight, so he moved his mind unconsciously.

In the past, the seven emotions and six desires, which were never noticed, seemed to be found back in an instant this night.

smoothly squeezed an enchantment, and then squeezed a piece of paper, as his stand-in, looking at the plantation.

As for him and Wen Ling, he had already been dragged into the enchantment.

In Rong Zixian's opinion, since the spring is sultry, why should he make it difficult for himself?

How about    exposing the true strength in front of Wen Ling?

This person, or he will be circled to death in the future, is his person.

Either...

After the incident, it turned into a corpse directly.

In his bones, Rong Zixian was not a good person at first.

This kind of thing, although I haven't done it before, but now I might as well try it.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian's voice was deep and hoarse. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wen Ling, this is what you asked for."

Even though, he hadn't planned to let her go.

It's just some things, originally he didn't want to do it in the past, just want to torture people.

But nowadays, it's uncontrollable and uncontrollable.

Now that I talk harshly, I always feel that I have fallen behind and I want to find a bit of ground.

Unfortunately, Rong Zixian didn't realize it.

In the plantation under the moonlight, the green plants gently shook their young leaves. It seemed that because the moonlight slowly drilled out, the young leaves were shyly hidden under the stems.

But because of the cool evening breeze, the tender leaves themselves couldn't help but shrank.

The moonlight seems to have not realized that the night tonight is different. After rising high, it slowly overlooks the sentient beings as before.

Looking indifferently and ruthlessly, but it always makes people yearn for.

That endless moon palace, how many people had their youth dreams?

I don’t know the tender leaves, nor the stems.

They seem to be doing a little game where you chase me and you come and hide.

The tender leaves are extremely shy, and they have avoided the dark place, but when the stem stretches out a ray of love, they unconsciously unfold their tender leaves, slowly accepting the existence that is one with it.

They don’t flower each other. You don’t need the flowers to see the leaves, the leaves have to avoid flowers, and you don’t need to wait another three thousand years before they can exchange for another flower and leaf collision.

Here, the evening breeze is cool, and the tender leaves that were originally shrunk have now slowly embraced its stems, with their love and tenderness, bit by bit to accommodate each other, and then exposed under the moonlight. There was a shy rustle.

Although the evening breeze is cool, it is extraordinarily soft.

The tender leaves were blown by the evening wind, and seemed a little embarrassed. They carefully hid behind the stems, and then slowly poked out their little heads.

But the stalk didn’t want the tender leaves to go around behind, and tried to straighten itself, and then dragged the tender leaves out aggressively, letting the other party wrap themselves with warmth and love again.

The touch and gentleness are what the stems want most.

Little angels who have started work, take care to protect your ducks~

Thank you little angels for your rewards and tickets, refills~

(End of this chapter)