The surge in my heart turned into a flower of memory. The hands that were holding the soft bag of hot stones trembled slightly, and a small voice whispered softly in my ears.
Ordinary little stories gradually became vivid in his mouth, with a somewhat childish comfort.
Su Jing's dark eyes warmly faced the candlelight and fireworks, and suddenly there was a soreness and warmth in her heart. She was throbbing, and even her fingertips began to gradually become hot.
She especially treasured listening to a story carefully. He bit his ear and stretched out his palm to hold her hair: "Ajing, after listening to the story, all the ghosts have left. Go to sleep. I will go down the mountain tomorrow and take you to buy rouge to wipe your hair." A little black face.”
He took a piccolo from his sleeve, stuffed it into her and smiled in a low voice: "A Jing is not afraid, I will give you the flute so they don't dare to harm you again."
Like a fatal blow, Su Jing felt that the suppressed pain in his throat could no longer be hidden.
She raised her head slightly, with faint tears on her profile. A rare tender and sad look condensed in her eyes. Her body trembled slightly and she whispered: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Xiao An."
The faint sound of wind sounded outside the window, and the drizzle fell on the branches and leaves. It was a quiet night.
As the curtains danced lightly, Balian, who thought he could fall asleep peacefully, looked confused and confused in his drunken eyes.
Hearing her start to apologize and tremble, as if she was constantly blaming herself, he couldn't help but feel sad and sad for no reason, and his brows also tightened.
At this moment, the two people's consciousness was basically confused and they couldn't tell the difference between time and year.
Suddenly, Balian felt a cold jade hand on the back of his neck, and the woman beneath him kissed her softly and sadly.
Tears slid down between the cheeks and stained their lips, slightly bitter.
The green gauze curtain engulfed the two people's huddled figures, and the lining of the cumbersome and loose robe was peeled off layer by layer by a slender jade hand, revealing a pale and slightly frail chest.
The soft, tearful kiss went all the way down, like drizzle, caressing the skin on the side of his neck.
Porcelain white jade teeth bit open the ties and buttons on the young man's clothes. The heavy and complicated clothes were torn apart and slipped off. The woman's cool and soft lips fell on his heart. When the fatal sword mark appeared, her movements Suddenly he became crazy and cruel.
The skin was tingling and sensitive between her teeth and lips, bitten and licked, as if with a bit of sad and hateful revenge.
All the strength in Balian's body was gone, his body was dizzy and heavy, and he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming and complex emotions of the other party.
He couldn't hold himself up to resist, as if he was about to sink into her slender and soft body.
Finally, the skin where the sword mark was bitten was bloody.
The faint smell of blood spread, and a trace of blood suddenly flashed in Balian's dark eyes.
He made a dangerous bass sound in his mouth, and suddenly raised his hand to lift her chin, looking at the faint blood stained on her pale lips with blurred and dangerous eyes.
He kissed her and bit her, licking the blood on the corners of her lips clean. His slightly pointed teeth bit her soft lips, and the sweet taste made him gradually lose control.
The quiet night began to become confusing.
The weak and boneless body in his arms didn't seem to adapt to his sudden strong counterattack. His bare white calves were tangled uneasily on the aqua bed, and began to hide around, like a white crane suddenly frightened in the water.
Maybe he felt how hard she was struggling, so Bailian let go of her lips and gently bit her sweaty neck: "Don't hide, it will hurt."
A charming sound of soft breathing came from beneath her body. I don't know whether it was because she was really afraid of pain or for some other reason. She didn't seem to be struggling so hard anymore.
The sharp fangs slowly pierced the woman's white and delicate skin, and the intoxicating attraction of blood was far more attractive than all the fine wines in the world.
Human blood is the most capable of stimulating the primitive desires in the corpse demon's bones.
Without any further instruction, Balian's fingers flexibly untied the knot around her waist, and the white shirt slipped off, revealing a pair of snow-white shoulders and slender lotus root arms under the green light at night.
There is nothing better than this to bring out the fragrance of cold jade.
The Siren's Vine was intertwined between their wrists, and the Love-Severing Sword was thrown alone outside the green gauze tent.
Under the delicate butterfly-like collarbone, there is a charming and alluring white scenery, which is on full display.
The night wind suddenly picked up, and the two palace windows were blown open. The cool spring breeze and cold rain invaded the room. No one noticed a slender purple figure standing on the eaves outside the palace.
He was gazing at the scenery in the palace with great interest.
Balian's eyes were burning, and he suddenly lowered his body, nuzzling the delicate fragrance with the tip of his nose. His blood-stained lips were slightly opened, and a pair of looming fangs looked very aggressive, but his movements were extremely gentle and gentle. Hold it.
Su Jing took a breath of cold air, her eyes were red, she was beautiful and enchanting, her voice was choked with sobs, and she whispered inaudibly: "Xiao An..."
She lost her usual hostility and coldness, and her cultivation was useless. She was forced to turn over under him, and the clothes wrapped around her waist were taken off.
The slender waist in one grasp contains two attractive waist points. When the clothes are removed, the waist is narrow and the hips are raised, there is actually a snow-white and cute furry tail. As the body trembles, the delicate and small ball The tail trembled slightly.
Balian slowly opened his eyes. The corpse demon's nature was somewhat of a natural beast.
Just like a lone wolf looking down at the prey rabbit under its paws, the cuter it becomes, the more people want to bite and bully it.
Su Jing was forced to arch her curvy body and back, and her reaction was always much slower than usual under the influence of the drunkenness of Sanqing Wine.
Her clothes were completely taken off, the cold wind hit her muscles, and she felt a bit chilly. Only then did she realize that her body didn't just hide the secret of her ears.
The ears were hard to hide, and they popped up like bamboo shoots without any warning. He could see them clearly, and no matter how much he tried to hide them, he couldn't stop his interest in those ears.
But he didn't know that the side effects of the sacred tree sap were far more than that.
What is even more embarrassing and embarrassing is...the rabbit tail that must not be seen.
It was definitely not a fox tail. It was a small ball and was very easy to hide when wearing clothes. When we were honest with each other in the lake in the middle of the night, it was also well hidden from him.
Now...but it has been completely seen, and there is nothing left.
Su Jing's face turned red. When her tail was bitten by the little corpse demon, she finally collapsed and lost her composure. Her eyelashes were rustling and her eyes were pitifully wet and red. She looked back and glared at him coldly: "Don't touch me. "
Xu knew that the threat was useless, so she scratched and rubbed her two slender white arms on the couch, trying to escape.
During the random grabbing, the snow-white clothes scattered aside were torn to pieces, and the jade belt in his bellyband fell out.
At the same time, something hidden in the sleeve of the white clothes also slipped out. When the clothes were lightly swung, the thing was thrown out and hit Bailian's head moderately.
