Su Kui still felt that this box was not enough, and deliberately stepped forward a few steps, forcing Shen Wuyang to back again and again.
The streamer in her eyes turned, and Shen Don’t forget to see her dress seriously this time. She wore a red dress with a light gauze skirt and a long black hair like satin. Enough to be exciting.
The closer you get to him, the glamorous charm that is like a peach and plum envelops him with an ambiguous breath that makes it difficult to breathe and strikes him.
"Fu Changan, what do you want?"
Shen Wuwang was tough at all but she was quickly forced to lean on the screen by her whole, unable to retreat a bit.
Shen Wuwang's stature is extremely high, even Su Kui is only as high as his chest.
She raised her eyes, slightly squinted her peach blossom eyes and looked at him carefully with the dim candlelight in the room. On his delicate face, there was a trace of helplessness, cold and faint, with a dusty temperament.
Su Kui never knew where he came from, but he had the ability to overturn the clouds and rain, and he didn't bother to ask.
She just needs to know that this man belongs to her, that's enough.
The hot fingertips touched his skin like ice cubes, and Shen Wuxiang retreated slightly uncomfortably, the back of her hand held by her, as if to be melted by Su Kui.
"What do you ask me for?"
Happy eyebrows, look forward to love. Shen Wuwang was dazzled for a while. He had imagined that she would restore the appearance of women's clothing before, but he didn't have any moment of imagination, as vivid as it is now.
He opened his mouth, before he had time to say what he said, he suddenly saw her "hush" slightly.
The slender white jade finger onion, like a nimble little snake, lightly and casually, ran across his chest, bit by bit, slowly, climbing up to his shoulder.
The throat was astringent, and the voice of "you—" was out, and I was surprised that the voice was so ambiguous and muffled.
He seemed hungry and thirsty.
He frowned, and the red-clothed girl in front of him suddenly stood on tiptoe and climbed on his shoulders. Her red and plump lips, with the delicate fragrance that belonged to her, were printed on him.
Phoenix belongs to fire, and she is a master at playing with fire, no matter how she describes it, it is the same.
Shen Wuwang is born with ice, and is cold all year round. People who have dealt with him say that he is the incarnation of a snake, a cold-blooded animal.
At this moment, the fire ran into the ice, and Shen Wuyou's whole body seemed to be ignited in an instant.
A single spark is enough to start a prairie fire.
"Well-"
The man escaped uncontrollably from his lips and teeth with a clear breath, his voice was low and hoarse, slowly moving, his face was no longer as horrible as an immortal, his eyes reflected the candlesticks shaking by the window, and the big flames. , Burning in his eyes.
"I said, when I win, don't forget to get the spiritual spring, naturally the first thing is to join you in the spiritual spring to celebrate. At that time, you promised me, forget it?"
She smiled and murmured softly between her lips and teeth, the breath exhaled like blue.
"I am... I dare not forget..."
That's it.
Shen Wuwang closed his eyes and was already planted in the hands of this phoenix. Whether it was him or Shen Wuwang, who had stored his seven-part soul before, on the first side, the throbbing of the soul silently spoke. The fetters in the future.
"Well, then, what are you waiting for?"
A smile, red lips and white teeth, beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes, is particularly breathtaking.
He turned away from the guest, controlled her slender waist with both hands, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes ran across her delicate floor, looking for a soft spot.