Bai Jin felt a sense of relief.
The heartbeats and breathing of the two people echoed in the silent air. The attraction between them became stronger and stronger. The silent understanding brought them closer, sharing this wonderful moment.
This close contact gave Bai Jin a brand new experience, and she gradually fell into the confusing ocean whirlpool.
Bai Jin felt as if his heart was being burned by a fire, and the cold blood flowing in his veins was gradually boiling. The feeling was extremely unbearable, and the fingers holding Zhang Ji's collar tightened slightly.
Zhang Ji naturally noticed Bai Jin's performance, and was still a little secretly proud.
This is a warrior who is in the realm of quasi-heaven and man!
Unlike Jing Salad, who had been with Zhang Ji for several years and had several years of friendship, he had no friendship with Bai Jin, only pure desire.
But even if a warrior is in the realm of quasi-heaven and man, she is still a woman, and she is still an inexperienced Yunying.
Zhang Ji's series of nibblings made Bai Jin's heart surge. If the white dress on her body hadn't been wet with wine at this moment, he would have wondered if Bai Jin's other part would also be surging.
Suddenly, Bai Jin hugged Zhang Ji's neck tightly and pressed Bai Jin's head into his arms, as if hoping that Zhang Ji would gnaw harder on another battlefield, and Zhang Ji naturally cooperated.
Feeling Zhang Ji's further movements, Bai Jin couldn't help but glared at Zhang Ji angrily, but there was always a charming smile at the corner of his mouth: "Then I won't be polite."
White lotus-rooted arms hugged Zhang Ji's head and gently stroked Zhang Ji's neck. Bai Jin slowly buried his head, and a red king snake gently slid across the skin of Zhang Ji's neck, touching Zhang Ji's neck. Brings a cool and smooth feeling.
Zhang Ji frowned slightly, and the sharp tiger teeth had already pierced the skin on his neck and punctured the blood vessels. Blood flowed out from the wound, followed by a burst of suction, and entered Bai Jin's mouth with a rusty smell of blood.
Bai Jin's body trembled slightly, and her facial features were instantly filled with satisfaction. She gently nibbled Zhang Ji's blood, as if she was tasting a cup of rare delicacies. The blood flowed continuously from Zhang Ji's neck, as if it were the most mellow wine, with a smooth entrance and a rich taste. The fair cheek gradually became flushed with health, as if nourished by the fragrance of blood.
At the same time, Zhang Ji felt an itching feeling, as if countless tiny tentacles spread from the wound and swept through his body. He subconsciously tightened his grip on Bai Jinxiang's shoulders, and his nails dug deeply into the skin, leaving behind A series of shallow marks. Bai Jin's fragrant shoulders became increasingly white under Zhang Ji's palm, but she did not resist at all, but nodded slightly.
Bai Jin is not greedy, he just tastes it.
"You are such a vigorous little guy, I really want to suck you dry in one breath."
Bai Jin raised her slender eyebrows and gently licked Zhang Ji's wound, as if she was disinfecting Zhang Ji's wound with saliva, and as if she was greedy for the remaining blood and bloody smell on the wound that was rapidly scabbing and healing. Her snow-like hair fell down, covering her beautiful face, leaving only a pair of deep eyes reflecting her evil charm and beauty.
Zhang Ji slowly raised his head from the snowy sea of Zhishan Mountain, but did not stop him. He just stared at the extremely charming face quietly.
His eyes gradually fell on the alluring red lips. He slowly lowered his head and pecked the alluring red lips.
Bai Jin didn't push him away. Instead, she twisted her waist and actively fought with Zhang Ji. Her arms were wrapped around Zhang Ji's neck, but Zhang Ji was pushed to the ground by Bai Jin.
Zhang Ji was a little confused, staring into Bai Jin's misty eyes.
"Sister doesn't like to be passive."
Bai Jin blinked his blood-red eyes, chuckled charmingly, reached out to hold Zhang Ji's face, lowered his head in Zhang Ji's stunned look, and turned around to attack.
The distance between the two was only a short distance, and each other's breath was on each other's face and ears.
However, Zhang Ji was beaten back and forth by Bai Jin, and his consciousness was also a little blurred.
But Zhang Ji was still a little unwilling to give in. He put his hands on the back of Bai Jin's slippery jade, and stroked it carefully with a scorching temperature.
Bai Jin, who had never been so offended by a man, couldn't help but feel that her body was about to melt under Zhang Ji's caress. She could even hear the clear sound of every string in her body breaking apart.
Subconsciously, Bai Jin put her hands around Zhang Ji's waist and felt an unbearable feeling.
Bai Jin, who had been opened up by Zhang Ji to launch a second battlefield for counterattack, also gradually weakened his verbal offensive. Zhang Ji seized the opportunity to launch a strategic counterattack, taking the initiative and sliding down from Bai Jin's lips, on his fair skin. There are traces left on it.
Zhang Ji's hand reached the hem of Bai Jin's clothes again, moving up along the slender and soft waist, his fingers sinking deep into the vast valley and unable to get out.
Bai Jin couldn't help but tremble all over. A strand of white hair stuck to his forehead. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, as if his soul was floating. Two tender, white arms like lotus roots were wrapped around Zhang Ji's neck.
Suddenly, Bai Jin stretched out her slender green onion fingers and put them between their red lips, blocking Zhang Ji's attack, and said softly: "That's it, little guy, it's not so easy to take advantage of my sister."
Bai Jin stretched out his hand, and an icy blue inner force came out of his palm, and a cold air spread from the inside of the car to the outside.
An igloo was formed outside the carriage, wrapping the carriage inside. Layers of ice walls isolated the igloo from the outside world, and even sound could not penetrate it.
Although Bai Jin didn't mind being ridiculous with Zhang Ji in this carriage, she didn't want outsiders to hear what was going on inside.
The Iron Eagle warriors and the soldiers of the White Armor Army were startled, but then they slowly retreated under the command of their respective generals. All the masters couldn't help but shook their heads and retreated, guessing what happened inside.
In the carriage, Bai Jin took a deep breath, a hint of charm and madness flashed in his blood-red eyes, and stretched out his jade hands to grab Zhang Ji's black clothes.
Hiss!
A corner of Zhang Ji's black coat was torn open in Bai Jin's hands. At this moment, Bai Jin was like a flower-picking thief who saw the virtuous woman he knocked down, and the look of madness in his eyes became more intense.
The remaining clothes on Zhang Ji's body were shattered in the blink of an eye, and were pinned to the ground by a pair of weak, boneless hands, unable to move.
The white dress soaked in wine was also frozen in an instant, and immediately turned into ice crystals and shattered, floating in the air, leaving only a pair of snow-white gauze socks and fluffy white boots.
"Sister noticed, little guy, you seem to be very interested in your sister's socks and boots."
Bai Jin's slender green onion fingers slid over the stockings, making a caressing sound, her red lips opened slightly, and Orchid vomited slightly.
"Little guy, are you ready to be poked by your sister?"
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