"It's disgusting, I won't save you! You're so bad, you're so heavy, and you still want me to carry you back!" Xiao Qiao started to get angry, and poked his lower abdomen. Qinghan let out a cry, with hot love in his eyes.

Desire seemed to penetrate Xiao Qiao's heart. Xiao Qiao's face felt hot, she looked at him shyly, and turned away: "I won't talk to you anymore, go to sleep!"

"You haven't been with me these two days. I miss you so much. I miss you like crazy. Do you miss me too?" Qinghan breathed out and looked at her affectionately. "I don't want to miss you as a big man.

You scoundrel, you just know how to make me angry and lie to me!" Xiao Qiao said duplicitously and wrapped his arms around Qinghan's neck.

"Well, today I, the big bad guy, will break you again tonight!" Qinghan smiled evilly, lowered his head, kissed Xiao Qiao's red lips, crossed her shoulders with his hands, and kissed her.

He opened her clothes and threw off his own clothes at the same time. The sight of her strong muscles, broad and powerful arms, and perfect abdominal muscles made Xiao Qiao feel dizzy. Damn it, why is her figure so good? Xiao Qiao

My heart was burning, and my face was burning red.

The candles in the room were instantly extinguished, and the person on the bed began his journey to Wushan Yunyu. After not seeing each other for two days, Qinghan doubled his greedy desire from her. He moved his body rhythmically, and soon he was dripping with sweat, wet and hot sweat.

A glimmer of light oozed from his shiny muscles. Xiao Qiao murmured in a low voice, pinched his collarbone deeply, and opened her red lips lightly to meet Qing Han's entanglement.

"Do you want a child?" Qinghan looked at her with an evil look on his face, panting loudly, restlessly thrusting into Xiao Qiao's body, speeding up the thrusting! Xiao Qiao nodded, lost in

In this man's gentle and evil smile, "Ah..." In the cold and joyful cry, the two of them reached the clouds of Wushan, and in the quiet and quiet night, they were completely immersed in this charming tenderness.[

In the black maple forest, Leng Yi was holding a long sword while drinking wine fiercely, getting drunk alone. The dripping wine spilled on his blue cloak. Dancing with the Ningbi Sword in his hand, he seemed to let go of all the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Let it out. He lost, completely.

Lost. With a clang, the long sword was embedded in the ground, and bursts of sparks shot out. Leng Yi shouted to the sky: "Why? Why..." The helpless shout blended into the vast sky, and there was a faint trace between heaven and earth.

sigh.

"Who?" Leng Yi turned around alertly. In the bright night, Feng Rou, dressed in white and better than snow, stood in the wind. "Aunt..." Leng Yi softened his face and looked at her in surprise, "You,
Chapter completed!