Legend of Fu Yao

All the scenery is spinning.

The crimson credit is turning, the ivory bed is turning, the dragon and the phoenix's algae are turning, and the shimmering bead curtain is turning.

The face of Yuan Zhaozhao’s Zhang Meide’s gods and gods is also turning.

Meng Fu shook his eyes and tried to catch the most beautiful beauty in the mess that was turned into a mess. The whole body was soft and unsatisfactory. After several times, he failed to succeed. She sighed with regret and muttered. "...mother, every time."

The cloaked clothing is shredded, and the fragrance is faint. It seems that someone is sitting on his side, his voice is low and gentle. "What happens every time?"

There is a cool, jade-like finger sticking out, a little bit of the hair sticking to the face, and then a face towel with a faint aroma, smeared with warm water on the face, the temperature is just right Originally, because of drunken sweating, some sticky skin became fresh and clean, the cool breeze of midnight blew, every pore was opened comfortably, and the feeling of ironing was experienced. Meng Fu shakes a comfortable scream, a little greedy Grab the hand that was about to be removed, and fell in love with the palm of your hand, whispering, "...I want it, can't..."

"What do you want?" The voice sinks in a fascinating dream, and it is more intoxicating than a dream.

"I want to..." Meng Fu said lowly, she was very thirsty, drunk and whispered, and the words were extremely vague and unclear, so that the person on the side had to lean over and put it in her ear. I want to hear it clearly.

This leaning body, originally should be close to her ear, but Meng Fu, who was originally sideways, suddenly turned over and turned his face, just sending a delicate red lips.

The lips and lips are handed over and rubbed, and there is no heart between them. However, as the sky suddenly screams and stuns the arc, the arc flashes, and across the millennium spans time and space across life and death and time, and arrives at the deep and deep inner lake, such as the pearl casts the heart, igniting the jade-like crystal waves.

That tastes soft, swaying, and quiet, but it is turbulent.

Yuan Zhaoyi had a moment of stiffness, and then softened slightly. He smiled, leaned down, stretched out his fingers, gently stroked Meng’s delicate and smooth, hot cheeks, and his fingertips were fine in her eyebrows. On, outline the delicate outline, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...

The woman under her body is still whispering unconsciously. The handover of her lips just seems to make her feel warm and happy. Yuan Zhao's caressing fingers make her feel itchy, and suddenly she smiles softly, her arms stretched and she pulled down the yuan. Zhao Zhao’s neck, the teeth of the teeth, put his lips and gently bite.

After I finished biting, I didn’t take a break. I reached out and grabbed Yuan Zhao’s face. I closed my eyes and ripped, and muttered. “Hey... Why do you always win? No fun, can you lose anything to me? what?"

Yuan Zhaoxuan was bitten by her, and her eyes suddenly swayed and swayed. The fingers of Yubai leaned against the lips, and the lip color that had been bitten red was more beautiful. If she is early cherry, she is only being smashed by the woman, and she is a little corrupted. He seems to laugh and laugh at the drunken and ugly Meng Fu, half a low and low, "Yes."

"what?"

Yuan Zhaoyu smiled deeper, but smiled and did not answer. He gently pulled down the claws of Meng Fu’s shaking, and gave her quilt a quilt, staring at her for a long while, and then gently opened her mouth.

Outside the window, the plum blossoms and the moon, the rockery flows through the spring water, and plunges into the jade-like pool. The moonlight lies in the clear pool of the pool, and Juanjuan is like a quiet woman.

This night is so quiet. So warm.

The sound of Yuan Zhaoxuan and the wind that plunged from the window of the night was generally low and soft.

"This answer, one day you will know."