Her fingers, white as snow, lightly stroked his body.
Spiritual energy spread freely.
Lingchi was completely trapped by such a violent twisting and gathering. Usually, it was only a hazy place. At this moment, it seemed to be covered by a thick white fog, and it was impossible to see anything.
The young man in Lingchi was sluggish for a long time.
It's not like I haven't seen a phantom before.
But the illusion is just an illusion, it can't touch his body, can't touch his nose and mouth, can't shake his sanity.
His breathing began to be messy, and his outstretched fingers were even weak.
The boy's low voice brought out a few breaths of depression.
"Release, Vivi."
The aura he condensed was enough to suppress the rage in her.
Don't let her hurt herself.
She should calm down.
The girl lying on top of him was as enchanting as a snake, and her usual innocent eyes were filled with a hint of greed and coquettish charm.
She stretched out her slender fingers and tapped the cinnabar between his brows with her fingertips.
He smiled softly, "Monk, you really don't understand the style, I want to eat you for a day or two, don't you want it..."
Her lips lightly rubbed his hot cheek.
The water droplets are also warm.
It slipped from his cheek and into her lips again.
She said in a delicate voice, "If you don't want it, you can push me away, you push it!"
The water in the Lingchi suddenly surged up.
Countless water droplets spread in the air.
The young man who had always had a calm face, now there were a few traces of fiery anger between his brows.
His thin lips dipped in water were moist and blushing, and his delicate face was unusually indifferent in the mist.
In the early morning, several lotus plants were twisted by the water vapor and their necks were broken.
He whispered, "The coolness of the aura is enough to make you return to normal."
Those lotus flowers float on the water.
As if the next moment, it was Bai Weiwei's head.
But the girl leaned her face on his shoulder, her greasy skin was flushed, she was not afraid at all, and even blew him a sigh of relief.
"Monk, you are so angry, but you don't push me away, are you lustful?"
The fragrant words were like a fragrant sharp blade, piercing his calm barrier with a knife.
The cold water seemed to be extremely hot.
Nowhere to escape.
Ning Chen looked at her quietly, her eyes darkened and her expression tense.
His fingers gently rested on the back of her neck.
It seemed like she was about to snap her neck in the next moment.
The girl's eyes were shining, she lightly pressed her forehead against his, with a deep love in her eyes, with desperate madness, she whispered: "Monk, don't treat me as a fairy, treat me as a woman. ."
Her lips were red, her body was soft, and she exuded a charming fragrance.
Overly beautiful face, full of longing for him.
Ning Chen suffocated and his fingers stiffened, but he didn't really throw her away.
She whispered, her breath fragrant, "I feel uncomfortable, I can't control myself, even if my body is cold, I can't calm myself down."
Ning Chen's calm mind was now a little chaotic, and he didn't even dare to move.
too unfamiliar.
This feeling, this feeling of being offended to the end, but unable to push away, even longing.
I haven't experienced it since he was born.
He pursed his lips, his jaw tightened, and finally he breathed a little hot, "Don't move."
His voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness.
Too bad the fairies don't listen at all.
She held him and did whatever she wanted.
As if he didn't think he could kill her.
The goblin's nature is to eat people and confuse people.
She wanted to eat him, and she wanted to confuse him.
Ning Chen felt that he was facing a huge dark trap with a small fairy sitting inside.