She pulled out Yan Zhi three times, and finally enjoyed the pleasure of a little duck sprinting hard on her. For a moment, there was a feeling of ecstasy in the room, as if she had endless aftertaste.
It is said that love is born with thorns. If you are stung, it is because you want to hold it. The tighter you hold it, the deeper the thorn will be embedded in the flesh, and the result will be more painful.
But Yan Zhen understands that there is love hidden under every thorn. It depends on whether you dare to pull out the thorn and find the love under the thorn.
He dares, he is not afraid of thorns, he is afraid that after cutting off all the thorns, he still cannot see the dawn of happiness.
Suddenly, he just wanted to hug her tightly, hugging her tightly in a position where the two of them could be closest to their hearts. He finally knew what fear was, that is, the endless darkness.
He was afraid that after spending his whole life, in the end, he would still be on the road of cutting through thorns and would never reach the end of happiness.
Why is it so difficult to love someone?
How can he love an elf who is no less than five hundred years old with a body that is no more than a hundred years old?
"Like... Jin..."
His arms were placed across her waist, locking her tightly. In his arms, she moaned softly and faintly in confusion. His sweat beads, like rolling pearls, fluttered onto the sofa.
His voice was extremely helpless for a moment; he finally knew that God was playing a trick on him!
what to do……
Sijin, tell me, how should I use my life span of ≦100 years to protect you who is ≧500 years old?
Sijin, can you tell me, what should I do? I have encountered a problem, an unprecedented problem!
However, that question is too difficult and I can't find a way to solve it!
How can loving someone be so tiring?
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At the same time, at nine o'clock in the morning, a private parking lot.
A car sped out, and Xingan, wearing seven-centimeter high heels, rushed directly in front of the car regardless of the situation.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp braking sound, and the tires scraped against the ground, making an unusually harsh sound.
The next second, a man with a gloomy face opened the car door and looked like he was about to kill someone.
"Yan Xingan! You don't want your life!"
"I just don't want my life! Someone won't care if I die!" Xinggan grabbed her bag, her face turned pale, but her voice was completely indifferent.
Lei Haotian leaned on the car door and subconsciously touched his trouser pocket. When he didn't find a cigarette, he crossed his arms and looked at her with squinted eyes. He sneered at the bookstore: "You have so many messengers to protect your flowers, but you lack one person who cares."
, what’s the relationship?
"Lei Hao!" Xinggan slammed the small bag in his hand onto him!
"If you want to go crazy, go crazy. I'm very busy. Unlike you, I have nothing to do all day long."
When Xingan heard his words, his nose suddenly became sour and tears fell down.
"I know you are busy, busy with your fiancée, okay." She wiped away her tears, stubbornly picked up her small bag from the ground, and waved to him: "Go and do your work, I won't disturb you anymore.
Well, I wish that your prenatal check-up report will show that you are siblings! I wish that you will not have orgasms on your wedding night! I wish that..."
She turned around and strode away, cursing as she walked, getting further and further away from the man behind her.
Lei Haotian had been leaning on the car with an expressionless face, calmly listening to the vicious words of a certain little woman, his eyes fixed on her back.