The surge in my heart turned into a flower of memory. The hands that were holding the soft bag of hot stones trembled slightly, and a small voice whispered softly in my ears.
Ordinary little stories gradually became vivid in his mouth, with a somewhat childish comfort.
Su Jing's dark eyes warmly faced the candlelight and fireworks, and suddenly there was a soreness and warmth in her heart. She was throbbing, and even her fingertips began to gradually become hot.
She especially cherished listening to a story carefully. He bit his ears and stretched out his palms to hold her hair: "Ajing, after listening to the story, all the ghosts have left. Go to sleep. I will go down the mountain with you tomorrow to buy rouge to wipe your hair."
A little black face."
He took a piccolo from his sleeve, gave it to her and smiled in a low voice: "A Jing is not afraid, I will give you the flute so they don't dare to harm you again."
Like a fatal blow, Su Jing felt that the suppressed pain in his throat could no longer be hidden.
She raised her head slightly, with faint tears on her profile. A rare tender and sad look condensed in her eyes. Her body trembled slightly and she whispered: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Xiao An."
The faint sound of wind sounded outside the window, and the drizzle fell on the branches and leaves. It was a quiet night.
As the curtains danced lightly, Balian, who thought he could fall asleep peacefully, looked confused and confused in his drunken eyes.
Hearing her start to apologize and tremble, as if she was constantly blaming himself, he couldn't help but feel sad and sad for no reason, and his brows also tightened.
At this moment, the two people's consciousness was basically confused and they couldn't tell the difference between time and year.
Suddenly, Balian felt a cold jade hand on the back of his neck, and the woman beneath him kissed her softly and sadly.
Tears slid down between the cheeks and stained their lips, slightly bitter.
Without any further instruction, Balian's fingers flexibly untied the slip knot around her waist, and the white shirt slipped off, revealing a pair of snow-white shoulders and slender lotus root arms under the green light at night.
There is nothing better than this to bring out the fragrance of cold jade.
The Siren's Vine was intertwined between their wrists, and the Love-Severing Sword was thrown alone outside the green gauze tent.
Under the delicate butterfly-like collarbone, there is a charming and alluring white scenery, which is on full display.
The night wind suddenly picked up, and the two palace windows were blown open. The cool spring breeze and cold rain invaded the room. No one noticed a slender purple figure standing gracefully on the eaves outside the palace.
He was gazing at the scenery inside the palace with great interest.
Balian's eyes were burning, and he suddenly lowered his body, nuzzling the delicate fragrance with the tip of his nose. His blood-stained lips were slightly opened, and a pair of looming fangs looked very aggressive, but his movements were extremely gentle and gently nudged her.
Hold in your mouth.
Su Jing took a breath of cold air, her eyes were red, she was beautiful and enchanting, her voice was choked with sobs, and she whispered inaudibly: "Xiao An..."
She lost her usual hostility and coldness, and her cultivation was useless. She was forced to turn over under him, and the clothes wrapped around her waist were taken off.
The slender waist in one grasp contains two attractive waist points. When the clothes are removed, the waist is narrow and the hips are raised, there is actually a snow-white and cute furry tail. As the body shudders, the delicate and small mass
The tail trembled slightly.
Balian slowly opened his eyes. The corpse demon's nature was somewhat of a natural beast.
Just like a lone wolf looking down at the prey rabbit under its paws, the cuter it becomes, the more people want to bite and bully it.
Su Jing was forced to arch her curvy body and back, and her reaction was always much slower than usual under the influence of the drunkenness of Sanqing Wine.
Her clothes were completely taken off, the cold wind hit her muscles, and she felt a bit chilly. Only then did she realize that her body didn't just hide the secret of her ears.
The ears were hard to hide, and they popped up like bamboo shoots without any warning. He could see them clearly, and no matter how much he tried to hide them, he couldn't stop his interest in those ears.
But he didn't know that the side effects of the sacred tree sap were far more than that.
What is even more embarrassing and embarrassing is...the rabbit tail that must not be seen.
It was definitely not a fox tail. It was a small ball and was very easy to hide when wearing clothes. When we were honest with each other in the lake in the middle of the night, it was also well hidden from him.
Now...but it has been completely seen, nothing is left.
Su Jing's face turned red. When her tail was bitten by the little corpse demon, she finally collapsed and lost her composure. Her eyelashes were rustling and her eyes were pitifully wet and red. She looked back and glared at him coldly: "Don't touch me.
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Xu knew that the threat was useless, so she scratched and rubbed her two slender white arms on the couch, trying to escape.
During the random grabbing, the snow-white clothes scattered aside were torn to pieces, and the jade belt around his bellyband fell out.
At the same time, something hidden in the sleeve of the white clothes also slipped out. When the clothes were flicked, the thing was thrown out and hit Bai Lian's head moderately. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it.
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