Gold Medal Hunter: The Lazy Concubine Seeds the Ghost King

"Well, it's so cold." A cool breeze blew, and midsummer shell unconsciously curled up to Wang Yuelan, like a frightened cat.

Wang Yuelan shrank back his hands that were holding Xia Bei's waist, unbuttoned the belt of the fur, opened his windbreaker like a bat, hugged the mid-summer tightly in his arms, and held her hand tightly against her.

The reason why she didn't hold her hand in her underwear was because he knew that his hands were not warm, his body temperature was low, and the most private places on his body were warm. Since it was broken

After kissing the most superficial layer of window paper, some intimate actions are also taken as they are, and they are squeamish and stick to common principles, but they are pretentious.

At this moment, although the heart of Mid Xiabei was warm, Yueyue was not like the ancients in cultural works. What kind of men and women who were not close to her were pretentious, but she was more happy about her. She didn't admit that she was a casual person.

But the reason why she had this idea was that she felt that communication between lovers should be natural, but if she was too polite, she would have the illusion of whether the two were lovers.

Also, shouldn't her every month be like this? She is kind in nature but has a little evil and a little gangster. She is always gentle and sometimes domineering. Such a man is the perfect thing in her heart. Therefore, there are men who are not bad and women who don't love this.

As for this, in her eyes of Mid Xiabei, men should be like this!

"Baibei, when will I want to go to the treasure house?" Wang Yuelan took the initiative to mention it, because although Beibei didn't ask, since he agreed, he had the responsibility to take the initiative to ask for an invitation.

"I knew Yueyue would not forget this. By the way, Yueyue, did your father use the Holy Lotus as medicine? If so, what would the prescription be like?" Sheng Xiabei thought of a question. She was neither a doctor.

It’s not a pharmacist, she can grow holy lotus, but modern business science tells her that those who sell raw materials will never have a high profit than those who sell deep-processed products.

"It is known that my father directly boiled soup." Wang Yuelan touched the hair of the summer beetle and said slowly.

Ah? How is that possible? Good songs need to be matched with lyrics. Only by maximizing the effects of things can we maximize benefits, right? This is not a spoiler. Some things are too much, but they are too much, but how can they be made? How can she feel like it when she listens?

Is it like "not achieving"?

Well! She needs to think of a way to solve it. If she didn't expect it, she wouldn't be in a hurry. The thing that excited her on the table should be to go to "Taobao"?

"Ah, don't worry about this for now, when will you set off?" Sure enough, the one she was thinking about was still the baby!

"Is it good at Si time?" Wang Yuelan didn't raise his eyes and continued to use his hands as a comb...

When the midsummer heard this, he smiled sweetly. Yueyue's habits were good. He went to bed early and got up early, but it was not like she stayed up late. It was common for her to get up at 10 in the morning. Yueyue asked this question, it seemed that he wanted to ask for this point.

She agreed, but in fact she was considering her habits and starting from her direction. So she smiled sly, "Since you have made a request, then do it like this!" How to write the word "shao"? She gave it to the dictionary early

It's here!

"Well, Beibei said it's good, of course." Wang Yuelan's hand gently touched Shengxiabei's hair. Her voice was low and magnetic, and her sexy and gentle voice had a reassuring magic. Therefore, Shengxiabei gradually entered the scene.

Dreamland...