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Chapter 825 The Way of Riding

Lu Xiaojin chuckled, her black skirt fluttering, and could only cover up most of her delicate body.

She held Zhao Wuyang's hand and guided her to find two knotted black gauze ropes on the back of her neck, shy and domineering:

"Didn't you want me to change my clothes?

Please help me unlock..."

"Tell me..." Zhao Wujiang wanted to be tough again, but Lu Xiaojin interrupted his words and said angrily:

“I’m just teaching you how to do things!

You have exposed it, and you also said that many women have an affair with you. How come you are like the one you mentioned is the countless women you read?

Quickly, pull the rope of the bra."

Zhao Wujiang was helpless and slowly pulled the black veil rope. Lu Xiaojin leaned against his arms and looked shy.

The rope fell off to both sides, and Zhao Wujiang only felt something bounce in front of him, and then a rustling sound rang out. Where Lu Xiaojin and him stood, a black gauze bra slipped out, stacked in a mess on the grass.

"Turn your eyes around." Lu Xiaojin gradually regained his domineering spirit. Qiu Shui stared at Zhao Wuyang with long eyes, like a queen, blushing and slightly majestic:

"look!"

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the eyes, and saw the white curve and the abyss that appeared after the broken black skirt was tilted.

He knew very well that when you stared at the abyss, the abyss was also staring at you, so he hurriedly turned his head and looked ashamed as a innocent little virgin.

"How is it? Have you seen it before?" Lu Xiaojin felt it interesting, pursed her red lips, looked at Zhao Wuyang shyly and charmingly, and held Zhao Wuyang's hand, guiding her to find the place where she waist and hips were. She exhaled like an orchid:

"What should I do now? Do I still need to teach you?"

Zhao Wujiang pulled open the black gauze rope that was tied into a bow on his waist and hips. The rope was smooth and penetrated into Lu Xiaojin's black skirt, then fell on the grass, becoming a brother in distress with his bra.

"You dare to show your deep feelings, why don't you dare to approach now?" Seeing that Zhao Wuyang had no next move, Lu Xiaojin pushed Zhao Wuyang away with a look of shame and resentment:

"You said you were sure to eat on the other side of Tianyuan. Now I am in front of you, why don't you dare to open your mouth?

Where did you go when you fought against me?

I don't like your soft and squeaky look now."

Zhao Wujiang said seriously:

"You are so hot that I melt my strength and domineeringness."

Lu Xiaojin couldn't help but snorted, and her laughter was full of surprise and heart trembling. Zhao Wuyang's words made her resentment disappear in an instant, and she became more and more moved, and she felt more and more hot. She said with her eyes:

"You finally admit it, you have me in your heart, and I can melt you."

Ah? Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly.

The next moment, he was pushed down on the grass by Lu Xiaojin. Before he could react, Lu Xiaojin stepped on and sat on his waist.

Just a moment, the hem of the skirt swayed gently, and he accidentally saw the water sky under the vacuum.

Lu Xiaojin sat on Zhao Wujiang, and her broken black dress outlined her graceful and undulating body. When she sat down, the black dress shook lightly like water waves.

Zhao Wujiang is now unable to hold on. He is very supportive and can't hold on even if he wants to.

"Your soul is so condensed, almost as flesh and blood. This cannot be an excuse for you to reject me." Lu Xiaojin held Zhao Wuyang's hands and exhaled like orchids, predicting Zhao Wuyang's words:

"Aren't you going to drill wood with me to make fire to ignite this life?

I'm willing, I'm ready, aren't you just alone? What are you waiting for?"

Zhao Wujiang gently shook Lu Xiaojin's hand away, stood up and pressed Lu Xiaojin under him, and held Lu Xiaojin with one hand in reverse, and said with a little helpless smile:

"You have done so much. If I don't go further, wouldn't I seem to be unkind and unkind?"

"I just like your domineering look." Lu Xiaojin's clothes were torn, and the spring light appeared frequently. She was extremely charming. She saw Zhao Wuyang's waist being moistened by the wetness she had just sat out, exhaling like orchids, ashamed and angry:
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