[69 Book Bar-www.] It turns out that the bloody revenge, the seemingly sick prince, was just to make her pity him, and the gentle eyes were just to make her fall in love with him, and to let her relax her vigilance and become a tool for him to slaughter and use...

Knowing it's fake...

Why do I still believe it easily...

Even though I knew it was fake, why did I simply think that he might have his own difficulties, or... he didn't mean it...

Feng Qianjue turned over and licked her tears with the warm tongue. The charming eyes of the hanging tip were full of reluctance at this moment. Her fair skin turned red, and her whole chest was dyed with lust from neck to waist. He lowered his head and gently held the cherry on her chest, sucking and licking, "...Don't cry...Wu'er...Don't cry..." A pair of drunken eyes were full of tenderness and reluctance. She gasped weakly, her fingertips pierced deeply into her palm, which hurts very much.

Wu'er, does it hurt? This is the last time...

From now on, I, Mo Qingwu, will never let people get hurt again...

Feng Qianjue lit the fire on her body, and his tongue was spinning around that place.

"Um..." She couldn't help but panting and moaning.

He raised his head and glanced at her with a slanted face, with her thin pink lips curled up, and immediately looked charming and charming.

She moaned and wanted to grab something to calm the pleasure that came in her body like a tide, but she found that she could not use any strength. Her slender and fair legs were opened, and his fingers moved deep into the depths, gently exploring, and then shrank back...

The heat in my chest was like magma, scalding Mo Qingwu's fragile nerves that were already controlled by lust. It was so uncomfortable and too hot. I dissipated my eyes and called "Qianjue..."

He murmured, pressing her with a silky look under her body, and the scorching tip pressed against her lower abdomen, rubbed tentatively and then penetrated deeply into her body. At this time, she felt the heat, the heat that was steaming by the body's heat dissipated all over her body... not enough... not enough... She was uncomfortable and used all her only remaining strength to swing her body.

"Ah..." Qingshen's voice sounded low in her ears, and she was intoxicating moans.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, his soft breasts pressed against his tender chest, and his intoxicating rhythm began to move...

"……ah……"

“…Um…Um…Ah…Ah…Ah…”

Feng Qianjue put on his clothes and leaned over to sit on the bed. His eyes were no longer as drunk as the beginning, and as dark as the bright moon in the sky. His slender fingers gently wiped the black hair that was soaked in sweat and stuck to her face...

She gasped and rested weakly on his legs. Her desire gradually dissipated and she slowly calmed down her breathing, while the toxicity of Hehuan San seemed to gradually weaken.

After a long time, he stared at her tightly, then turned to stare at himself in the mirror, as if he wanted to confirm something, squinted at the light smoke rising, the red sleeves rolling with golden edges of clouds suddenly waved, and the incense burner with blue smoke at the head of the bed broke on the ground, scattering the dark red ashes all over the floor...

Dark red... gray...

Mo Qingwu was stunned and stared at the broken incense burner in a daze, just wanting to smile bitterly. Soul Diexiang, when burned, it will emit the smell of calming the gods, but after burning... it will leave dark red marks; Soul Diexiang does not harm the body, but will only make the emotional woman weak all over, let alone her who has already deeply overlapped with the poison of Hehuan...

In fact, as a medical scientist, she should have noticed this trick for a long time. It was just that she fell too deep and echoed the lingering moment. She seemed to have a moment of trance, thinking that she was wrong as Xiruo, and the woman she had never met before, but was deeply imprinted in her heart by Feng Zhisu, the man she loved...

She thought that this rosemary might have been a trick by Jun Yanran earlier, but the room was extremely hidden and most people could not find it at all, and she found it after she got lost by accident. But of course, this cannot rule out that he had planned everything and didn't even have the strength to resist. He was so cruel...

Forget it, Mo Qingwu, why are you still thinking about these things that are not there?!

Isn’t it just that I was fooled by two men, fooled, and fooled at the same time. Is it a big deal to be bitten by a dog?

only……

She sighed lightly, and quietly looked at the fox who had always stared at her blankly. Feng Qianjue's eyes gradually calmed down.

Feng Qianjue, you fox, why...

Why wasn't you the person I trusted at the time...

Spoof!

The remaining soul fragrance in the room slowly dissipated.

Looking at each other...

My limbs slowly recovered...

Lying gently in the arms of a sad fox, thinking of the light and flying eyes, the charming smile...

Feng Qianjue, I'm sorry...

The person who was hurt and broken, his heart that was deceived has lost the qualification to love forever...

Sorry, Feng Qianjue.

Sorry, at least so far, I don’t have any ability and can give you nothing...

However, he seemed to notice something in her suppressed and trembling body. Maybe he thought that the poison of Hehuan Powder in her body had not been completely cleaned up, and he was sick again. His slender hands eagerly penetrated into the snow-white silk quilt and rubbed her fat-like breasts naked.

Ah, what is he going to do?!

"Wu'er." His eyes looked at her eyes with concern, and the sadness in his eyes gently changed, "Wu'er... Are you uncomfortable?... Is it still painful here?... Is your body still very uncomfortable...?"

Mo Qingwu rolled her eyes angrily. It hurts very much. At the beginning, I didn’t think so, but when you touched it like this, I really wanted to say, it really hurts very much.

She said: I really want to study with God how he invented this body, why it started out well, but when a man touched me, his heart felt so upset and depressed.

Also, Feng Qianjue, you care about me, but what's wrong with your hands always putting them on my chest with warm hands...

She moved awkwardly, and wanted to move her body without leaving any trace, but it alarmed Feng Qianjue. He hooked his belt with his fingers, and the loose collar was open to reveal a large area of ​​snowy skin on his chest. He put her hand into his collar and pressed it on his cold skin, which was so comfortable...uh...what is wrong...

No... God... you'll mess with me...

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