Gu Nanyuan was a little angry. She stared into Zhao Wujiang's eyes with a look of protest.
Zhao Wujiang looked at her for a moment and then pushed her down on the bed.
Gu Nanyuan's back fell on the soft rock, causing the waves to sway, as if it would break through the restraints at any time.
She was like a frightened little white rabbit at the moment, covered with spring flowers and autumn moon.
She had tight, snow-white legs together, and the curve between her waist and hips was not exaggerated, but it was also breathtakingly beautiful.
She looked at Zhao Wujiang with a smile, with a girlish innocence between her eyebrows.
Zhao Wujiang pushed her body away and said with a smile:
"Maybe the hidden injury hasn't been healed today, so I'll help you unblock your muscles and bones."
Gu Nanyuan lay lazily, with her smooth and smooth jade back under her round and fragrant shoulders.
Zhao Wujiang sat next to her and gently massaged her from the shoulders. There were wisps of soft light between his well-joined fingers.
Those soft lights smear on the skin, like a layer of milk, which can be wiped off with a gentle blow.
Zhao Wujiang gently pulled the rope of his bellyband, and the rope naturally moved downwards, swaying faintly in a charming way.
Gu Nanyuan rested her chin on the back of her crossed hands, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Zhao Wujiang's fingers deftly massaged the acupuncture points and joints at the end of her neck. When he reached many parts, he made an empty fist and pressed harder with the front end of his thumb.
After rubbing it to a comfortable place, Gu Nanyuan couldn't help but moan. The muscles in his back sometimes tightened and sometimes relaxed slightly, and the subtle moans rippled with Zhao Wujiang's pushing and massaging.
Gradually, Gu Nanyuan's whole body relaxed, as if he was stepping on warm clouds, and the fatigue and depression around him gradually dissipated with Zhao Wujiang's caressing.
And Zhao Wujiang pressed carefully from his shoulders all the way, his fingers pressed gently on the soft back, and sometimes a little force made the beauty underneath him gasp.
After pressing down from the shoulders to the sides of the waist, Zhao Wujiang's fingers had already touched the junction of the waist and hips, and moved down little by little.
Gu Nanyuan woke up slightly and wondered if there was anything to press on her butt. It was obvious that she wanted to make light of herself.
"Hmm..." She suddenly groaned and twisted her head to look at Zhao Wujiang with a look of resentment.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wujiang became even more unruly and pressed things he shouldn't.
But then she thought about it, what should she and Zhao Wujiang do and shouldn't do?
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"Should I?"
Middle-earth Divine Realm, Li family.
The bamboo forest is deep.
There was an old man in red robe with his eyes closed, his head shaking slightly, and his white hair also swaying, as if he was taking a nap.
But he whispered:
"Should I?"
He has successively used the power of the Supreme and the powerful art of cause and effect to track Zhao Wujiang.
Although Zhao Wujiang left the puppet, he was still in his field of vision.
But now, the vision he sensed seemed a little hazy, as if it was covered with a layer of mist.
This mist should be caused by the rules and the pressure of the world that are much stronger when the journey is further inside Daolian Tian.
But he was a little worried and wanted to find out.
After all, sending Li Changsheng before failed to capture Zhao Wujiang.
He also used powerful techniques, but the distance was too far. He could break some of the rules of Daolian's secret realm, but it couldn't last forever.
Moreover, he should be targeted by some old antiques, and he cannot make his behavior too obvious.
Otherwise, let Zhao Wujiang stay in Daolian's secret realm? Anyway, the sight is still there and cannot be thrown away.
The old man's head was shaking, and his thoughts were ups and downs.
