Su Kui's eyes fell inadvertently in the room. The whole room was decorated in a beautiful way, with red gauze layer by layer, and the crystal bead curtain under the candlelight, emitting light like broken stars.
Yuzhu and the Snipe couldn't help but feel embarrassed. The princess of their family is really getting more and more free.
Helpless, had no choice but to agree.
The woman in red is late, and her appearance is not superb, but she has some charm of her own. Her waist is very thin, as if pinched out, walking like a water snake. With heavy makeup, round shoulders are exposed from the slipping gauze, a red rose, looming, especially enchanting.
"Jingqiu has seen the princess, welcomes the late arrival, and hopes to make atonement."
Su Kui looked at her with a smile, "Since I feel guilty, then I will atone for it later."
Jing Qiu was taken aback, raising her eyes to meet the woman's jokes. Those peach blossom eyes looked like fog but not fog, with a smile.
"What the princess said is that Jing Qiu should do his best."
Soon, Jing Qiu understood what Su Kui meant.
However, there is still a layer of weirdness in my heart, ordinary women, not to mention contempt for them, even if they are passing here, they have to walk around.
Only this person, I heard that she went to the brothel a few days ago.
She really is a unique woman in the world. She does everything by her own mind. No way, Jing Qiu still admires her a bit.
The red candle was swaying, and when I looked at it, it was all a beautiful color.
In the collapse, Su Kui had already removed his upper body clothes, leaning on his head, and his snow-white back was not stained with half-filament dust.
Jing Qiu enviously stroked the pair of delicate butterfly bones, "The princess's skin is really the best Jing Qiu has ever seen, like mutton fat jade."
Su Kui fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed, squinted, "Let's get started."
Don't plan to chat with Jingqiu.
This is the beginning? Jing Qiu was stunned, "Princess, are you sure you want to tattoo your entire back? To be honest, the paint here in Jing Qiu has been specially treated. You need to endure every stitch."
That is, no numbness is applied.
Su Kui knew this before he came, and waved his hand lazily, "Since I have said it, then I will bear it myself. It is useless to say more, don't let me wait for long."
The house is located on the west side, the sun cannot be illuminated, and the curtains are closed tightly. She was naked and felt strangely cold.
Time passed from my fingertips, and a drop of tears slipped from the red candle.
The beauty was lying on the collapsed, as if she couldn't feel the pain that gnawed her back at all. If Jingqiu hadn't paid attention to her look from time to time, she would have almost forgotten that she had a whole back tattooed now.
The other party was really too tolerant, even though her forehead was covered with fine and shiny beads of sweat, she never said a word, as if there was no pain.
And Jing Qiu, at this time, was suffering from both mental and physical torture.
I saw in the room, I don't know when, a man with a delicate and handsome face and a long stature appeared. He was sitting in the armchair, out of the candlelight, and his clearly defined features were dull and obscure.
In the bottom of his eyes, a certain desire that is deeper and deeper is even more unpredictable.
The beauty of the skin wins the snow, and the original smooth and beautiful back is gradually covered by clusters of peonies that bloom. The peony, with a little scarlet, and a little pink, loomed on the skin, and it was very bold.
Because of this large piece of peony, it adds endless charm to people. It makes people want to, really want to go up and worship, pious and respectful, using the tip of the tongue to describe every piece of skin and every petal!