Under dim candlelight, the pink and white embroidered bellyband and white silk trousers wrap her graceful figure, outlining her boundless and sultry charm.
Lin Xiaoke flipped up her long hair and frowned:
"Don't you just want me to take the initiative? The poison is still lingering, so come on."
Is that what I thought? Zhao Wujiang was confused and sighed:
"You misunderstood, Yehan, put on your clothes."
Lin Xiaoke seemed to be angry, and her slender hands pulled open the rope on her bellyband.
Under the dim light, the white and pink color jumped out, stunning the night.
"Are you a man?" Lin Xiaoke was angry and shy.
Xu Shi couldn't help but feel shy, and his fair skin was stained with a wine-colored light pink.
She grabbed Zhao Wujiang's hand and held it in front of her, with a touch of cold and domineering charm blooming:
"rub!"
Zhao Wujiang's palm felt smooth and soft, and he couldn't fix it for a while.
"You are just healing my wounds and detoxifying me, why are you so reserved and dull?" Lin Xiaoke leaned against Zhao Wujiang, her eyes watery, like the sparkling waves on the North Sea at night.
She exhaled like a orchid, with scrutiny:
"You don't dare to make any move towards me or do anything that goes beyond your reach. Are you worried about Linlang, or are you worried that you have other feelings for me?"
I must be worried about Linlang, I'm not a piece of wood... Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart, he is a principled man, Lin Xiaoke is Linlang's sister, and his sister-in-law.
Detoxification is detoxification, and he doesn't want to go too far.
He opened his mouth and was about to answer.
Lin Xiaoke pressed his lips with her jade fingers, her eyes blurred and charming:
"I know that you are also worried about having feelings that maybe you shouldn't have."
Um? Zhao Wujiang's eyes widened, too?
"Detoxify me." After Lin Xiaoke drank, and now she was having sex, her delicate body was as rosy as a ripe peach, moist and seductive.
Before, she was leaning against Zhao Wujiang's body through the thin quilt, but now she pulled off the quilt, revealing Zhao Wujiang's strong and powerful body.
The last two pieces of underwear fell to the ground.
She and Zhao Wujiang were rubbing each other hot, and she shouted shyly and domineeringly:
"Detoxify me!"
She pushed Zhao Wujiang and pushed him directly onto the bed. She leaned forward, and she was so wet that she and Zhao Wujiang were inseparable in an instant.
She was condescending, like a queen coming to the city, covering him with her body. She only said two words in a commanding tone in Zhao Wujiang's ear.
The next moment, she was shaking like chaff, her eyes filled with joy and charm after her success.
The night is as cold as water.
The vast earth and sky make a quilt.
Lingering like water.
The squeaky bed boards are made of artificial quilts.
Three quarters of a hour.
Lin Xiaoke's pretty face turned red and she was a little angry.
She didn't expect that when she was "drunk", Zhao Wuxu would take advantage of her, lose her body, and fill her head with lust.
Now that she was "sober", she was naturally angry at Zhao Wuyan for taking advantage of others' danger.
She didn't mean what she said, but she was drunk and confused her mind.
Zhao Wujiang didn't expose it and lay flat on the bed, looking like he was showing off.
Studying in the sea of limits and working hard, life is not easy for him, he sells his body and strength, just to solve the entanglement of women.
He sighed, when will these days end...
When Lin Xiaoke saw that Zhao Wuyang was silent and sighed, she was extremely embarrassed. Could it be that Zhao Wuyang saw through her drunken tricks?
She could no longer endure such a loss of restraint. She let go of the quilt covering her delicate body and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wujiang grabbed her feet and dragged her.
She panicked and struggled shyly.
Zhao Wujiang hugged her slender legs and sighed:
"You're here now. You're full, so you can't leave me hungry."
Lin Xiaoke's misty and charming eyes widened. She had been doing this for more than half an hour, and she had not touched the ground for more than half an hour. However, she had just been breathing for less than a quarter of an hour. How did Zhao Wuxu get so much strength?
Is this the value of Linlang’s lover?
She was shy and flustered, but she couldn't help but feel hopeful. She wanted to be more reserved and show off.
Unexpectedly, a silky puff sound came from the dim room.
Someone punctured the window paper.
