He was a little apprehensive, and the shame that was enough to die almost overwhelmed him.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." He hurriedly apologized, looking flustered, like a child, completely different from the indifferent boy in the box not long ago.
Su Kui sneered, she paced for two steps, and looked at him with her arms around her chest like a smile, "Why are you sorry? Because I'm late?"
"No, no, it's because of me, I accidentally ran into you, I'm sorry, Song, President Song..." The modern people's name is so strange. He originally wanted to call Miss Song, but when he came to his lips, he remembered that this is not familiar to him. Dynasty. It is the modern era of reform and opening up and rapid changes.
"Punch—"
"I said, you came from ancient times?" Su Kui raised her eyebrows, Ruyu's fingertips pressed the corners of her lips, she waved the script, "No need to apologize, here, hug and shake hands. It’s all necessary social etiquette."
"Huh?" Why Fan blinked.
When his blush was about to explode and his body reached its limit, Su Kui walked forward with a smile and patted his head, "What a kid who is easy to be shy, why is his face so red, huh?"
The cold little hand touched his cheek without warning, and with a bang, the flames in his body burned all his last reason.
"Well-"
When the world turned around, Su Kui was thrown to the ground, his back pressed against the soft carpet, and the loose bathrobe belt was completely unraveled by this action.
She didn't panic at all, there was a hint of ridicule in Peach Blossom's eyes, her red lips curled up, and she looked straight into He Fan's eyes.
"Satisfied with what you saw?" The woman's voice was cold and hoarse, not as soft and charming as an ordinary woman. Even if she was put under her body and in a very dangerous situation, her voice was still very gentle and her tone of voice was not sloppy.
As if everything is under control.
"I… "
On his full forehead, big drops of sweat pattered down, smashing water marks on Su Kui's white neck. His eyes were red, and his eyes flashed with helplessness, as well as longing desires.
"It's so uncomfortable, um—"
He fell next to Su Kui, his reason appeared from time to time, and from time to time he was suppressed by waves of pleasure. He tore his shirt, and on his white chest, he vigorously caught several red marks.
Su Kui guessed, because of her instructions, Zhu Changzai used He Yifan several times the medicine.
In fact, Su Kui is not sure why he is a zombie, and whether this kind of medicine that inspires desires in his body can exert its effect on him. After all, she had never been exposed to this type of drug.
But at present, it seems that He Yifan's performance makes her very satisfied.
The boy with red lips and white teeth opened his white shirt, revealing his thin, white body, with thin muscles covering his skeleton, which is not exaggerated. The looming lines are on the contrary very elegant and durable. After he unbuttoned his shirt, he scratched his body, but he couldn't relieve the heat. Soon, his hand slowly leaned under him.
Halfway through, he was caught by a cold little hand.
The cold gave him a moment to regain his senses. He slowly lifted the eyelashes lingering in the water vapor, and saw the woman frowning at him, "Why Brahman? What are you doing? You should go back, know
The cold touch is very comfortable, so why Brahman can't help but want more. The brain hasn't reacted yet, and his body has taken the lead to get close.