There was a trace of pain in the groan, and the girl frowned, but her eyes were filled with joy and satisfaction. She hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly, biting her red lips lightly, and her charming eyes were like silk:

"Brother Wujiang, my sister doesn't want your pity...

Please love me deeply!"

Zhao Wujiang smoothed the girl's brows and kissed her lightly, receiving a hot response from the girl.

Humming and humming sounds sounded from time to time.

The girl is ignited by lust, and the wind and moon are swaying, letting you pick her.

The wind and snow are howling outside, and heavy snowflakes are falling in the vast sky. The warm house in winter is filled with the girl's cry.

The twenty-eight-year-old girl's body looks like a piece of cake, and she holds a sword at her waist to kill the foolish man.

The girl from Li Chanxi has a delicate figure, but she was cut down by deep roots, but she couldn't resist it. She lost her heart early and was covered in mud.

In addition to the mud, there are also dots of blood red that look like plum blossoms.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wujiang."

The girl's pretty face turned red with embarrassment, her red lips bit lightly, and her soft voice contained an apology. She lost her heart and let out her vitality, but Zhao Wujiang still held on to the city, which made her feel sorry, ashamed and angry.

She was ashamed that she couldn't bear her brother's deep love, and she was angry that she couldn't let her brother rejoice with her.

"No problem." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently.

"Brother Wujiang, just have a good rest and let your sister serve you..."

Li Chanxi blushed and held the long sword, pulling the sword into the valley, her eyes as tender as water.

Zhao Wujiang lay down lazily:

"good."

The girl polished the sword with bare hands, kissed the sword with her lips, and praised it.

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Wing room.

Su Huayi slowly opened her eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

After she finished practicing, she felt that her breath was longer than yesterday. Although the growth was slow, she could look forward to it in the future.

She put on her mink fur and dressed in white as snow, and walked towards Li Chanxi's wing.

I haven’t seen Sister Chanxi for a long time today. I wonder what she is doing right now? Are she still working as a female celebrity? Su Huayi was walking on the corridor, her temperament becoming more gentle, charming and restrained.

Ever since she ceased to be a saint from the Hehuan Sect and became Zhao Wujiang's woman, her original charming and coquettish temperament was gradually overshadowed by her gentleness and coldness.

But every time she and Zhao Wujiang made love together, her charm would be even greater than before.

However, her unparalleled charm and shamelessness only blossomed for Zhao Wujiang.

Su Huayi walked to Li Chanxi's wing with slow steps. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he faintly heard the girl's breathing and moaning coming from inside.

Could it be that she misses her so much that she mixes medicine with her own hands and uses it to masturbate? She looked confused and stood in front of the door without knocking.

The girl is shy, and she cannot hurt the girl's shallow face.

But as soon as she stood outside the door and took two or three breaths, she heard the girl inside breathing heavier and heavier, as if she couldn't bear some pain, but also seemed to have expectations, hoping that the suffering would become deeper and heavier?

Could it be that Sister Chanxi was not masturbating with sex, but was suffering from the cold and was feeling weak and unbearable? Su Huayi looked worried and pushed the door gently with her slender hands.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and she saw that the bed was covered with snow-white bronze, moving up and down and twisting left and right.

Su Huayi was immediately startled, her pretty face flushed with blush and anger.

Zhao Wujiang and Li Chanxi also froze, and Li Chanxi buried her head in shame, not daring to look at her sister in painted clothes.

"Hua Yi..." Zhao Wujiang's mouth was a little dry, and he felt a sense of guilt that Wu Dalang and Wang Po were having an affair and Pan Jinlian caught them.

"Did I come at a bad time?" Su Huayi backed away carefully and glared at Zhao Wujiang, angry, annoyed and charming.

"No." Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand and tried to persuade him:

"You came just in time."

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Outside the house, the white snow is like catkins blowing up due to the wind. If there are three people walking inside the house, there will be two wet ones.

Su Huayi and Zhao Wujiang were happily connected, and they were a perfect match. She pressed her slender hands on Zhao Wujiang's chest, feeling ashamed and angry:

"You just bullied Sister Chanxi, let's see how I avenge her."
Chapter completed!