His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

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She hung a sling with one hand, with one hand around her mouth, and her eyes looked at her with a spring, her body was soft like a spring water, her soft bones and her bones were crisp, she lifted her long and fair legs, Jiao Shouted his name: "Shang Mo ..."

Her legs slowly slid down on him, twitching, boundlessly.

He couldn't control it, leaned over and pressed it, kissed her lips, caressed her body, and left a trace of him under her.

She couldn't bear it, raised her swan-like neck, and moaned softly.

But when he was about to enter her, his dream woke ...

In the dream, the style is infinite, the blood is boiling, the dream is awakened in a single image, and the room is cold.

He got up and lit a cigarette. When he stood by the window, he saw the downstairs living room with lights, and on the balcony, the man in his dream was sitting there to paint the snow scene at night with a paintbrush.

The suffocation that originally covered his face.

Then suddenly it disappeared, his gaze became unclear.

He slowly exhaled a cigarette, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the whole man was a little aggressive under the yellow-colored wall lamp.

Suddenly, he smoked the cigarette and walked out.

Rong Mo, who was concentrating on painting, noticed footsteps coming from his ears.

She turned her head and saw a hazy shadow over the living room. When she was about to ask who, a slightly stern male voice sounded, "Why haven't you slept yet."

"Drinking to drink water, seeing the snow scene is beautiful, so I can't help but want to draw it." Rong Mo explained faintly, taking a sip of the water in the free hand.

"Oh." Shang Mo casually responded, his eyes fixed on Rong Mo's lips, because the lips became wet because she drank water, and she subconsciously licked with a pink tongue.

His eyes darkened a bit.

"How did you wake up?" Rong Mo continued to paint.

"I'm thirsty." Shang Mo replied casually, his eyes fixed on Rong Mo's white and slender fingers, and his fingers gently eased, but the snow scene drawn was vivid.

Rong Mo originally thought that Shang Mo should leave immediately to drink water, and then go to sleep, but that Zhi Shang Mo not only did not leave, but suddenly walked behind her, covering her hand holding the pen: "Here, one more should be added pen……"

Rong Mo shrank a bit by surprise.

At this moment the two were very close, his erect body was behind her, and almost half of her was in her arms.

Knowing that he didn't know he was a woman, she knew that he just wanted to teach him to paint, but she couldn't help panic, and her face turned red.

But he did not want to struggle, but his dry and powerful hand was just as impressive as he was, and his voice was calm and educated: "Do n’t hold the pen like this when you draw It ’s tight. Like here, it ’s too heavy. You can lighten it a little bit ... ”

He taught her so earnestly.

All of a sudden, Rong Mo didn't know what to do.

She kept wondering, was it normal for the two men, normal for the two men ...

"Here you can add a few more pictures ..." Shang Mo's head moved forward slightly, right next to Rong Mo's ears. The warm air was like warm current, and the thin sprays on Rong Mo's sensitive ears on.

Rong Mo felt his body, inexplicably weak, could not help but start slightly, and whispered: "Shang ..."

As soon as she moved her head, the ear beads came to Shang Mo's lips, and then her ears kissed his lips.

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ps: Shang Mo is very sloppy ~~ Ask for a monthly ticket, for a recommendation ticket, for a fragrant kiss ~~~