At this time, his brain was chaotic, and he fully followed the instinct of **, pulling Sangtian to do it over and over again.
Sangtian is very comfortable. At this time, he is more comfortable than Hua's love. There is a feeling of indulgence, but it is very tired ...
At first, it was just the tiredness of the body, and I couldn't bear the rapid love.
Later, it became a weakness.
However, the more you have no intention, the more fierce the war, the better the more powerful physical strength in the war, and the big -grain gas group in the body suddenly becomes as big as the nail. In Dantian, it is vibrantly clamored ...
Strange atmosphere, weird feeling ...
In the third time, Sangtian couldn't stop, and he was so weak that he was asleep.
She had been asleep like this before, but it was by no means because of weakness, but because it was difficult.
At this time, her feeling was like a serious illness, weak and weak, and her mind was paste.
She is human and atheist. She doesn't believe in any demon. I know where the flower has been doubled and ignorant.
And the flowers have no heart, they are completely controlled by evil thoughts, just holding Sang Sang always loved ...
Early in the morning the next day, he was awake by the doorbell.
The mulberry underneath is already full of blue and purple love marks.
And her face is particularly pale, and the paleness is shining with silk and black, which looks particularly fragile ...
Hua Wuxin felt his body, especially the spirit. Last night's discomfort and weakness did not exist at all. On the other hand, Sang Sang was a bit like him last night.
"Sang Sang ..."
He called her lowly, and the voice was restrained and guilty and blame. Even if he was slow, he knew that the indulgence last night brought a terrible consequences to Sang Sang.
In the past, Sang Sang, even if he was pressed for a long time, and went to work well the next day. She was not physically strong, but her young body was very spiritual, and she had no problems in the middle of the night.
But at this time, Sang Sang didn't wake up, and her breathing was so weak, as if it was about to stop.
He remembered that together last night, every time he loved to play with Sang Sang, he had a hint of heat flowing into him. He was supported by the heat flow, very spiritual.
That cyan heat, that's the vitality of Sang Sang.
And through love, he sucked Sang Sang's vitality.
How can this be like this? How can this?
What kind of monster he is?
The scars are always good, the movements are particularly fast, the eyesight hearing is particularly good, and the memory is particularly sturdy ...
He just felt his talent at first, but last night, he did not die from the battle with Nangong, and squeezed his vitality from Sang Sang ...
Hua Wuxin started to be afraid of himself.
"Sang Sang ..."
He anxiously looked at Sangtian's back and wanted to send his vitality to Sang Sang, but he didn't know how to operate. Those vitality, not obedient, just stayed in a certain place in his body, even if he was anxious
Nothing ...
"Ding Dong ... Ding Dong ..."
After a while, the doorbell came more and more rapidly.
Where can Hua Wuxin control others? I just kept kissing Sang Sang, guilt and sad: "Sang Sang ... Sang Sang ..."
He felt badly penetrating, every time he was hurting Sang Sang ...