Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The flow of fire did not think that the monsoon smoke would continue, and both hands still struggled to hold the clothes and not let the monsoon smoke.

who knows……

The monsoon smoke took the opportunity to smash the rags of the fire to the ankles.

A pair of slender and well-proportioned legs, the big thorns are exposed to the front of the monsoon smoke.

As far as the proportion of the body is concerned, the legs are perfect. They are not as thick as the muscles of adult men. They are not as soft and slender as women. They are powerful but even. One point is too much, and one point is missing.

Although I was sleeping with the fire all day, every time the fire was dragged into the bed, the one I wore was called a strict one. This is the first time that the monsoon smoke saw the scene of such a "candid encounter", the beautiful scenery in front of me. The eyes of the monsoon smoke are all stunned.

The monsoon smoke is satisfying, but the fire is hard to be shocked by the monsoon smoke, the "overlord hard bow" posture, the whole person can only hold the shirt that faded to the flat belly, sluggish looking at the eyes Monsoon smoke.

"Hey, my family's small fire is really perfect." The eyes of the monsoon smoke slid through the well-proportioned arm. Her eyes fell on the fire, as if the goose was swept away, causing a burst of smoldering.

"You...you don't...so..." The expression of the raging fire couldn't be said to be tight, holding the clothes in his hands, and squatting in the lower abdomen, covered by the corners of the clothes.

The monsoon smoke smiled and looked at the embarrassing appearance. The bad primer in the cell became active. She was close to some, and the tip of her nose almost reached the flow of the fire neck. The warm breath was splashed on the neck of the fire-sensitive neck. It was his tremor.

"Spitfire... Are you tall...?" The monsoon smoked his eyes halfway and raised his head slightly, watching the slightly reddish cheeks.

I still remember that when he got into the fire, he was almost as tall as her, but now, unconsciously, he has already raised her head.

"Yes..." The fire was almost mad by the intimate act of monsoon smoke, but it was only able to restrain the inner impulses and let them not care about the breath and breath of the monsoon smoke.

The kiss in the Imperial City made the monsoon smoke completely disgusted with the Star Tower, which also made the fire, and did not dare to go further.

The fire can never be disgusted by the monsoon smoke.

I completely do not know the inner struggle of the fire, the small hand of the monsoon smoke unruly climbed the flat and strong chest.

"The age of your blood race is different from that of human beings. How old are you? How can it be less than a year, it seems to be from the age of 12 or 13 to 15 or 6?" The monsoon smoke is slow and smooth, the cool finger Pointed, slid through the chest of the fire, leaving a series of fiery touch.

The fire only felt that a group of unknown fires burned in his body. He burned all his body covered with a thin layer of sweat. The monsoon smoked the unruly little hands like two flames. A piece of hot.

That blazing, as if burning the consciousness of the fire is somewhat confused.

"I... don't know..." The fire broke his teeth and responded with a slightly hoarse voice in the ears of the monsoon smoke.

The monsoon smoke wanted to tease the fire, but did not expect that the reaction of the fire was so "a serious", which inevitably made the monsoon smoke feel very depressed.

The current fire seems to be almost the same as that of human beings at the age of fifteen or six. This young boy should have opened his heart, how?

Is he long?