Xiao Lian moaned, Luo Jia's bones were so soft that he hugged her in his arms: "Xiao Lian, these new clothes are all rewarded by me. You must put them on and dance a song for me."
,Hahaha……"
"I thank Your Majesty for the reward."
Zhang Jieyu was just smiling tactfully. Even she gradually discovered the kind of charm in Xiaolian - she seemed to be born specifically for men, she did such movements and moaning voices when she threw herself into her arms.
Just right, the waist twisted naturally like a water snake... without any artificiality, it was completely born like this.
How could Concubine Zhang defeat His Majesty at such a moment? A wink, the music sounded.
It was an extremely lingering poem between flowers. The dancers all had a gauze dress with a navel. A jar of fine wine was placed on it. Zhang Jieyu smiled and sat next to Luo Jia: "This is the best daughter Hong for twenty years.
, Your Majesty, please have a drink.”
"Okay, okay, I won't be drunk today."
Luo Jia held the wine in his hand, hugging the left and right, so happy. The flowers were fascinating, and the singing girls on the dance floor were dancing so beautifully. At this moment, his arms suddenly loosened, and Xiao Lian broke free from his arms slightly.
Stepping on the rhythm, I have entered the dance floor.
She was still wearing a gauze dress that looked like a dream, but it covered her whole body. Against the backdrop of a group of dancers wearing navels, she was as vague as a fairy. She took the dance steps, shook her sleeves, her fingers were so slender, all over her body, every time she was covered with,
Every inch was filled with smiles: smiles, charming smiles, laughter, sway smiles... the purest and most **** smiles appeared on her waist at the same time.
A woman's body is the best weapon. The ancients did not deceive me.
Luo Jia's eyes were also frozen on her waist, and the wine was like a fog, and she had long forgotten where she was, but she felt that the world on earth was not as happy as this soul-absorbing cave.
Xiao Lian's dance slowed down, rotated slowly, and the gauze drooped gently. Luo Jia rushed up almost like a leopard, hugging her waist tightly, and holding her long hair desperately, almost
She was so painful that she shed tears, but the spring in her eyes was even stronger, full of spring love. In her "moans" sound, Luo Jia overwhelmed her on the carpet on the spot...
…
Even Zhang Jieyu and others were embarrassed and quickly retreated, giving up the huge hall to a pair of men and women.