Chapter 3242

Su Kui's eyes fell into the room inadvertently. The whole room was decorated with beautiful scenery. The red yarn layer by layer, the crystal bead curtain under the candlelight, sending out the light like the broken stars.

Yuzhu and Curlew are embarrassed. Their princes are really flying away.

But, had to nod to agree.

The woman in red is late. Her appearance is not superb, but she has a charm. Her waist and legs are very thin, like being pinched out, and she walks like a water snake. Heavy make-up, round shoulders from the sliding gauze clothes exposed, a red rose, looming, especially enchanting.

"Jing Qiu has seen the princess. He welcomes her late and hopes to make atonement."

Su Kui looked at her with a smile. "Since I feel guilty, I'll make amends later."

Static autumn a Leng, lifting eyes is on the woman's funny eyes. Those peach blossom eyes are like fog, not fog, smiling.

"The princess said that Jing Qiu should do her best."

Soon, Jing Qiu understood what Su Kui meant.

However, there is still a layer of weirdness in my mind. Ordinary women, not to say they despise and dislike them, walk around even when passing by.

Only this person, I heard that a few days ago, she also went to the brothel.

It's really a unique woman in the world. She does things according to her own heart. I can't say. Jingqiu still has to envy her.

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the red candle flickers and looks like a beautiful color.

In the soft collapse, Su Kui has already removed the upper body clothing, lying on the top, the snow-white back does not dye half of the fine dust.

Jingqiu envied the delicate butterfly bones. "The princess's skin is the best Jingqiu has ever seen. It's like lanolin."

Su Kui felt sleepy as soon as she touched the bed, squinting. "Let's go."

I'm not going to chat with Jingqiu.

This is the beginning? Static autumn Leng next, "princess, are you sure you want to tattoo the whole back? To be honest, the paints here are all specially treated. Each stitch needs your tolerance. "

That is, there is no application of anesthesia.

Sukui knew this before he came. He waved lazily. "Since I said it, I will bear it myself. It's useless to say more. Don't let me wait long."

The house was in the west, out of the sun, and the curtains were closed. She was naked and cold.

Time passes from the fingertips, and a drop of tears falls from the red candle.

The beauty lies on the collapse, like she can't feel the pain on her back like an ant gnawing. If Jing Qiu didn't pay attention to her look from time to time, she would almost forget that what she is wearing now is a whole back.

It's just that the other side can bear it. Even though her forehead is covered with fine and bright sweat, she never says a word, as if she has no pain.

But Jing Qiu is suffering from both mental and physical torture.

Only see room, don't know when, appeared a face delicate handsome, the figure tall long man. He sat in the armchair, where the candle could not shine, and his well-defined features were obscure.

Under his eyes, a deeper desire is more elusive.

The beauty skin is more beautiful than snow, and the originally bright and clean beauty back is gradually covered by clusters of blooming peonies. That peony, with a little Fei, and some powder, looming on the skin, soul stirring.

Because this large peony, but also to add an endless sense of charm. It makes people want to, want to, bow up, worship the same, devout and respectful, using the tip of the tongue to describe every skin, every petal!