The faint lights seemed to be cut into grains of dust, floating in the air. The sweet fragrance of nai on An Nanxiu's body mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants made people's heart beat.
Her blushing cheeks were like a box of rouge sprinkled in the water, and the tip of the Langhao pen was stained and smeared on the peach blossom petals in March.
The dark gray bed sheets are not festive, just like her indifferent temperament, but at this moment her hair is scattered like a puddle of ink, which outlines an elegant freehand brushwork against the dark gray background. The spread out ink and wash Chinese painting is just the youthfulness and strange temptation revealed by the naked carcass, but in the tradition and classics, there is an additional CG-like pure beauty in comics.
Seeing her tightly closed eyes, long eyelashes fluttering to reveal her inner unease and tension, Li Rou held his breath, with a sense of sacredness and solemnity of believers standing under the dome of the Vatican Cathedral and worshiping miracles. sense of mission.
It was as if he was opening the door to another world. Behind the door, everything was unknown, and he was anxious and expectant.
Although Li Rou tried to have sex with An Nanxiu many times, but was destroyed every time. The most important thing is that Li Rou basically made the request every time. An Nanxiu neither objected nor did he mean to make a strong request. Now She asked for it on her own initiative.