It is the golden body of the Empress Dowager's Buddha statue.
This is not suitable for ooxx...
He was so tired that he was about to explode, but he had no choice. His body was so strange that he was tired and his limbs were weak and weak.
Just hugging the person beside me tightly, there was almost no distance or gap between the two...
Such intimacy has never happened even when we were newlywed.
"Little Devil..."
He shouted her name gently, tender and meticulous, giving people the illusion that he was the best lover.
She closed her eyes, his hands still covering her soft body, and she resisted the urge to work hard: "Little devil... wait for the return to the palace... we return to the palace... I will never look for other women again...
…Really, just one of you…”
She was still silent.
Even Choi Yunxi no longer mentioned it.
Instead, it is a desperate sinking.
He saw her hazy tears, and the sweat on his head formed an extremely strange misty, just like a fog in the sunny spring day, and the flowers, plants and trees around him became so faintly covered, covering him.
Like a layer of veil.
"Little Devil...Shui Lian..."
She tried hard to break away from his ambiguous hug, but he used a little force and hugged her tighter.
"Shuilian, I miss you for many nights... Especially when I am alone, I always think of you... Actually, I have never forgotten you, really, never... I am very
I've wanted to see you for a long time, but I'm very angry with you..."
He thought this way for a long time - because no matter what kind of beauty he experienced - they are not as good as her
He didn't know how this strange emotion came about, physiologically, psychologically?
He doesn't know.
Especially after feeling tired of Yun Xi's gentleness and flattery, especially after being tired of the nobleness and love of the women in the harem... For them, novelty and beauty, they come and go quickly.
You cannot obtain a kind of spiritual and emotional communication and communication.
This is what he wants.
What he longs for.
The two hearts are the same, the soul is the same joy as the **, a kind of mutual understanding and encounter between men and women that is hard to come by. He once thought it would be very difficult, except for Shui Lian!