His cold lips stretched out blankly, sticking to her soft and thick hair, as if he smelled the source of warmth. He pressed up unconsciously, and then went down, completely covering the girl's soft lips. Oh, how warm it was.
He didn't know it was lips, nor did he know it was a kiss. He just held her firmly and didn't let her struggle.
Fang Fei received the first kiss in her life, and her whole mind went blank - this was not a kiss, but a signal from the devil, a sign of death. She used all her strength to finally grab the hilt of the sword, picked it up, and tilted it.
She stabbed his back crookedly. She was restrained and her strength was too weak. The sharp sword only scratched a little of his skin. Because of the pain, his head tilted and she pushed hard. Luojia was all hurt.
Drenched in sweat and confused, she opened her eyes. The girl with the garland scattered in her arms jumped up.
The messy and torn gauze was not enough to cover her body. The holy and flawless girl's body came into view, glowing with a shy pink halo, and even the faint smell of potpourri lingered in her nose, evoking an indescribable wonder.
desire.
This was not the first time he saw her body when he was awake. He had seen it many years ago. It was a fat, warm and smooth little body. He once hugged this body and fell asleep. But today,
Why is it different? The girl's body is crystal clear, every inch and every inch is so clean and elegant. It is the body of a holy virgin, sacred. It turns out that the memory of that day is not false!
Luo Jia looked up, as if he didn't know what was going on or who he was. He looked at those crystal clear eyes like a deer in confusion. He looked at the novel fear in her eyes, and his forehead wrinkled into the pain of memory.
Haha, walnuts, but more beautiful than walnuts, as if they were blooming into wrinkled flowers. But the white face was flushed with anger and shyness, and the eyes were moist, forming a beautiful and delicate haze.
What a beautiful haze, what a beautiful body.
She, who is she?
The girl in front of me, who is she?
There was still a small remaining flower in her hand, which had fallen to the ground from the wreath on her head when she struggled.