She grows up, and the god in her body will naturally make her taste the taste of temptation.
I don't know when it started, maybe, when she was thirteen years old, he gradually gave birth to her.
In this world, Lao He is his most respectful relative.
The clean and soft little girl is in the abyss of pain. The only thing I think of it will feel warm.
But later, he no longer wanted to be her relatives, and no longer wanted to look at her safely and happily.
He knew that this was a great mind. At that time, the incomplete body, survival in darkness, was not qualified to get her.
Sometimes he thinks about it, this may be because of blood.
However, more often, he clearly realizes--
No, this is the possessiveness of her shameless and shamelessness of her.
Bloody just let him see how disgusting his desire is.
Every time he dyed a little blood, every time he did one thing for Emperor Ming, he wanted to hug her more and more, calming his heart and increasingly distorted desire.
He didn't know when he could endure.
If he did not guess, he might endure the end of his life.
His patience did not get his happiness.
Therefore, he simply gambled in this life with his life, and gambled a against the sky.
Fortunately, when he won, when she won the age of sixteen years old, she looked at the door with her stomach.
Also gave them a chance to come to today.
Although I missed and misunderstood the middle, I finally got everything he wanted.
"This is not the root cause, this is the fetters." If Ming Lan closed his slightly sour eyes, he tightened his shoulder.
Cross the bond of the past and present.
Every woman in this world has hoped that one person regarded her as the only one, cherished and loved, lived in life, never abandoned, never separated.
But only a few lucky people get such emotions.
Most, but it will take a lifetime.
Otherwise, why the book records are all the stories of the loved daughter.
And — I am lucky, there is one like this, my Joe ... my Joe.
Ming Lan Ruo couldn't help but kiss from his eyebrows to the corners of his lips.
Shangguan Yan Qiao reached out and hugged her thin waist, letting her gently kiss every inch of his face.
until......
Her kiss fell on his throat knot.
Shangguan Yan Qiao narrowed his eyes and smiled: "If, you are still a little better, don't set up a fire, your legs will not hurt?"
Ming Lanruo naturally felt something, his eyes and tenderness faded, and quickly climbed down his thighs, sitting on the side.
She looked at him on the ground and looked at him: "Little 舅, you are too unpredictable, you ca n’t kiss, there is no confirmation of a man, forget it, I want to eat cakes."
Xiaobai also knew that she couldn't tell her to take advantage of it.
An old man with more than thirty men is not as good as hairy kids.
She was still moved and tender there, and she died.