No, Luo Jia is a dose of poison, which can suffocate and toxic at any time.
There was even a faint scar on her neck, and with his stretched out his hand, it started to hurt faintly. His eyes were so red that it reminded her of the bloody scene of "the enemy was particularly jealous when they met"-
She was panicked and instinctively looked for an escape, but where was the way out?
He stretched out his hand to support her on the wall, circling her. She had to raise her head and face his eyes that had turned bloody due to the suffering of a night of desire in panic. There was no way to escape, nor did she dare to escape.
.
His gaze went down from his red lips, and the flames burned even more fiercely - it was her neck, slender and beautiful, like a giraffe, snow-white, a shallow, shallow scar, with incomplete beauty
, a mysterious invitation, a passionate bewitching.
This little man was dressed up, dressed up, and waited. He was like a boy who was dating for the first time, full of joy.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered the words and sentences of the Southern people:
The bridal chamber was closed last night and I waited for the morning hall to worship my uncle and aunt. After makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice, "Is there any lightness in my thrush?"
The Yue girl appeared in love with her new makeup, and she knew that she was more thoughtful. The silk in Qi was not enough, and a song of the diamond was worth thousands of gold.
...
A song of boudoir, a word of mood, a girl with spring is like the first flower blooming on the branch, looking forward to the picking of bees and butterflies. He smiled slightly, as if the beauty was all because of himself.
She is her own villain, isn't she?
Fangfei avoided his eyes, breathed anxiously, and was confused because of shame. The girl's breathing was warm and strong, better than any ****'s scent, wisps, sliver, and nothing, from him
The nostrils to the heart, and everything is left with desire.
It's her, only this little man has such great magic power.
His other hand stretched out, brushed through her sky-blue robe, and then fell on the snow-white little red mark, gently, gently caressing, hot, thick,
The breath of lust blows on her face, the sound is raspy, low and magnetic, and it is a big explosion that cannot be tolerated before: "Little thing...small thing..."