Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The sleeves were very large, and when worn on her body, they made her slender frame look extremely tall.

She was standing there with her black hair hanging loosely, looking gorgeous.

The lips are still very red and the skin color is still white.

The eyes are white and rippling.

She looked at him quietly, holding her hands behind her back and slightly wringing her slender fingers.

Looking at him, he moved his lips as if he wanted to say something.

Su Chen glanced at her, said nothing, and closed the door casually.

He took off his thin clothes and put them aside.

He walked over and hugged her directly.

The belt around his waist was untied again and thrown aside.

He carried her to the bed and held her down.

Obviously, we still have to finish what we just left unfinished.

But when he was about to make the next move, under the candlelight, the beautiful fox demon suddenly held his shoulders.

Again, he held down his movements.

Her black hair was scattered, and her beautiful eyes were as clear as peaches and plums.

Just looking at him quietly, her red lips pursed slightly.

The sound is a little small.

Like a cute little fox cub.

"I don't have any evil intentions. Don't listen to that smelly monk's nonsense."

"I don't want anything, and I don't have any intentions."

"Although I am a demon, I can promise that I will never hurt you."

"so……"

She looked at him, her eyes moving slightly, as if she was serious.

"Do you believe me?"

The man was naked from the waist down, with long, cold and dark eyes.

Under the dim candlelight, under the silent eaves.

Pressing on her body, the big calloused palms covered her cheeks.

After kneading it for a while, his throat rolled slightly and he made a low sound.

Indicates that he understands.

He gently traced her eyebrows, pressed her, and slowly came closer.

When he was about to kiss her lips, he paused for a moment.

The delicate and beautiful beauty looked at him quietly.

Quietly and silently, he blinked.

The soft and slender eyelashes seemed to be dyed with a layer of attractive gold powder under the candlelight.

The roots are distinct, gentle and charming.

The slightly upward peach blossom eyes are particularly attractive.

It's clear and clear, as if soaked in the rippling water.

Extremely stunningly beautiful.

The man who had been silent all this time stared at her.

The color of his eyes gradually darkened, becoming a deep black.

Just looking at her, the hand covering her cheek slowly moved down.

He curled his lips slightly, and unhurriedly opened her clothes.

His lips covered it, as if he sighed softly, and said:

"It's me who wants to do something wrong...silly girl."

It should be said that he is the one who has always had ulterior motives and bad intentions.

He held her hand down and pressed it to one side.

It seemed that there was no effort, but when the slender white hand tried to break free, it could not move.

His breath intertwined with hers. Different from the harsh one just now, this time, he was much gentler.

Gently and softly, like the warmed fruit wine.

It tastes mellow and sweet, but has great staying power.

It can easily make people feel drunk, their limbs weak, and their brains confused.

Just boiling the frog in warm water made the beautiful fox beauty gradually faint.

Her eyebrows were bright and shining, and her beautiful moist eyes were looking at him quietly.

The hand that was being held down shrank.

Subconsciously I want to struggle.

But soon, he tightened his grip.

The hand that was supposed to be used for painting had distinct knuckles, slender roots, and was as white as jade.

Just tighten it, tighten it suddenly.

Grabbing, pressing.

Doing something unethical.