Zhao Wujiang's clear black and white eyes stared at the peach-faced high priest, and he smiled gently, with an indescribable provocation in his smile.
The tip of his wet tongue tapped the high priest's hot earlobe and whispered:
"Please sister, please kill me."
"Zhao Wujiang!"
The high priest waved his backhand and wanted to slap Zhao Wujiang, but his slender hand was weak and weak, and the blow on Zhao Wujiang was like a lover's caress. She was so embarrassed that her delicate body kept rocking back and forth.
"But sister's body is really killing me. I have unsheathed my sword countless times, but you, sister, make it difficult for me to pick up the sword and make it even more difficult for me to pull it out." Zhao Wujiang was not stingy with his words of praise, and his words were like a succubus bewitching him:
"The orchid in the empty valley not only describes your cold temperament, sister, but also describes your body. The empty valley is full of orchids, which makes people linger in it and wish to sacrifice their lives to linger in it."
"Nonsense!" The high priest had a peach-shaped face and stars in his eyes. Facing Zhao Wujiang's obscene and sincere praise, she blurted out with a hint of arrogance and coldness.
But the next moment she blurted out, she noticed something was wrong and realized that her words had failed. At the same time, she felt Zhao Wujiang's smile behind her growing rapidly.
"Hahaha..." Zhao Wujiang succeeded and chuckled, his smile still warm. He slowed down the speed of drawing the sword and praised it again in the ear of the high priest:
"That's right."
The high priest's pretty face turned redder and redder, and her heart would surge with waves of embarrassment and humiliation. She was so angry that she couldn't help but say those words under Zhao Wujiang's temptation.
"The joy of fish and water." Zhao Wujiang was as gentle as jade and smiled slightly:
"You and I happen to be in the water right now, just like two swimming fishes. If you keep suppressing yourself, how can you experience true joy?"
"Hmph, don't think I don't know, you just want to make me gasp for you." The high priest's delicate body swayed back and forth slightly, like a swaying water plant, which was also being swayed by the water plant.
"You really don't want to give it a try? You have to shout out loud if you love me." Zhao Wujiang followed suit. He had a clear mind and naturally knew that the high priest had loosened his tone and was faintly willing to let go of his reserve and aloofness.
"No." The high priest pursed his red lips tightly and refused again.
Zhao Wujiang didn't force him, he just smiled evilly:
"It's okay, I'll call you."
The high priest's beautiful eyes were full of water, and she was a little confused. What did Zhao Wujiang call her? Does it sound good? No. Will she listen?
"Ah..." Zhao Wujiang felt no shame, as if reciting poetry:
"High Priest, you are so..."
"Shut up!" The high priest was embarrassed and angry, and hurriedly spoke. Zhao Wujiang's voice was very loud. Although no one would rush into the ancestral palace, she felt extremely ashamed and scared.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and pretended to sigh:
"No way, I'm not someone who likes to suppress my nature, and there has to be someone to call me, right? If you don't call me, I'll be the only one to call you."
The high priest was embarrassed and was defeated by Zhao Wujiang's rogues. She bit her silver teeth and said shyly:
"I...I screamed!"
"There is an old saying in Daxia, which is that those who understand current affairs are heroes." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled with a strange accent.
If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have an indescribable wretchedness, but Zhao Wujiang looks impeccably handsome and has a gentle demeanor. Although he is a little weird at this time, he is even more romantic.
It's just that this trend seems to be at the downwind, making it somewhat obscene.
"You...you...can..."
The high priest's delicate body swayed back and forth. Now that she had given up her reserve and aloofness, she simply accepted her fate and screamed, but she was somewhat shy and her voice was thin and weak.
"Of course." Zhao Wujiang captured the beauty, so he should be considerate, and he began to beat his buttocks and hold the sword flower.
The beauty moaned and panted, and sang in harmony.
A hot spring in the side hall is like a pool of spring water rippling.
Spring is in full bloom, Zhao Wujiang stands up and embraces her waist, the beauty's face is as sad as the spring tide.
