Cang Qiao told the wine glass in his hand and said slowly: "Little mother, what did you promise?"
Listening to him for a long time, suddenly he claimed to use the evil "our family" in this demon.
If Ming Lan had a little conscience: "Answer ... What do you promise?"
Cang Qiao laughed, and supported him slightly: "Do you really do n’t plan to appreciate it, Little Niangniang, do you want to play with us today, do you really want to play with me?"
The laughing tone has already carried out an unscrupulous threat.
If Ming Lan looked at him, the whimpered neck and chest lines became more clear and sexy, and a little redness appeared in the eyes.
"Reward ... what do Ajo want?" She slowly wrapped her wet big cloth towels and climbed out of the barrel.
This time Cang Qiao didn't kick her wooden barrel, watching her standing wet in front of herself, the fine wet hair was stuck on her white small face, like a cluster of roses soaked in the wine.
Humanoid.
He narrowed the dark phoenix eyes.
The impulse to break the rose petals made him breathe a little hot.
If Ming Lan looked down at him, he suddenly reached out and held his face and let him look at her.
Her fingertips all the way from his forehead to the exquisite jaw, throat knot ... all the way to the collarbone and chest: "Ajo, why don't you talk, what should you enjoy?"
Cang Qiao took a breath and laughed. His cluster of roses had thorns, and he stabbed him ... It hurts and itchy.
Suddenly he reached out and dragged her to herself, letting her sit on the face of herself, and pulled away the wet, useless Pazi on her body.
"Just reward ... this pot of fruit is fine." Cang Qiao took the pot of wine at will, and asked with a smile: "Little mother, you know that there is a bowl in the world, called a beauty bowl?"
Ming Lanruo only felt dizzy, and leaned on him without any energy: "What is a beauty bowl?"
The cold wine fell in the small jade white depression on her collarbone, which was so cold that she was sober.
His smiling voice sounded in her ear: "This is the beauty bowl."
Then his thin lips were printed on the clavicle.
Ming Lan Ruo trembled, and the thin skin on his legs was scratched by the three -dimensional plate of golden python embroidery on his body.
He laughed: "Don't you take off, don't you like me to take off?"
Cang Qiao licked the water on the thin lips, and the corners of the eyebrows were all smiling: "Okay, little mother, I want to drink, sit up, don't move."
Beauty is like wine, wine is not intoxicated, and people are drunk.
The incense wine is immersed in the rose, Luvaro.
... ...
If Ming Lan didn't know how he slept in the past, the table and chairs were absurd overnight, a pot of cold wine, and the appreciation of an indifferent ... demon!
She felt vaguely, he hugged her to clean up, and then fell asleep in his arms.
The little doll's angry scream instantly made Ming Lan, who instinctively opened his eyes and sat up.
As if a cub was bullied, the mother beast would instinctively protect the cub, and she jumped out of bed all at once, and then ‘踉’, her legs fell to the ground.
"Oh!" She couldn't help groaning.
The gate was suddenly bumped away. This chapter has been completed!