The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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Nangong Liuyun bowed his head, and the white jade-like luster and delicate face was close to the ruler. He slammed the hot air on her sensitive earlobe.

"Nan Gong Liu Yun!" Su Luo pushed him away.

However, the hand of Nangong Liuyun is strong and powerful. The long arm will hold the Sushen tightly in his arms. The palm touches the pink cheeks on the Sulu, and the thumb and fingers are softly rubbed and put on her lips. It is a lipstick that depicts her lips in a smooth and meticulous manner.

Su Luo had big eyes and wanted to resist, but found himself unable to do anything under his strength.

Suddenly -

The arm of Nangong Liuyun pressed her back of the head and rubbed her soft lips.

His tongue, hot and soft, seems to contain a powerful force, sharply into her mouth, closely following her tongue.

Serious and persistent.

He closed his eyes as black and ink, and forgot to let her sweet taste.

She still resisted and strongly resisted.

However, her hand was reversed by him, and the back of his head was covered by his strength. The whole body was weak and soft, and he could not move.

This kiss is full of passion and passion.

Perhaps it is the reaction of the body instinct, or his skill is good enough, slowly, her stiff body is soft and soft, and it is slightly blended in the strong kiss that Nangong Liuyun plundered.

At this moment, there is a straight line in the brain.

The betrayal of the past life, the pain of heartbreaking... She didn’t think about anything, her reason had fled, and her body instinctively listened to the brain command and feedback.

It seems that it has been a long time... The lips and teeth are separated, and the corner of the mouth is also covered with a hint of white silver, wild and sexy.

The sight of Nangong Liuyun has always locked in the fall, and his fascinating beauty still has residual passion.

The white and tender face of Su Luo was red without warning.

She subconsciously wants to push him away, but Nangong Liuyun suddenly smiles evilly.

Again, his lips, gently brushing across her cheeks like her feathers, her earlobe, her eyes...

The lips of Nangong Liuyun are like a group of flames, igniting everywhere, wherever he kisses, where the hot flame spreads.

The heat of the body of the Soviet Union increased a little bit, sweeping into the whole body, and suddenly there was a feeling of being burned by the heat...

The memories of past lives are coming, and the unforgettable betrayal on the cliff is like a flood...

Su Luo’s heart suddenly flashed a panic, subconsciously, and she violently pushed the Nangong Liuyun out –

I am immersed in the flow of passion and the Nangong Liuyun, I did not expect that Sulu would come to this hand. Without any precautions, he fell backwards--

"Hey--" a loud sound, the back of the Nangong Liuyun squatted on the hard inner wall, giving a crisp echo.

Surrounded by it, it was very quiet, and the air was filled with strange factors.

The face of Nangong Liuyun is covered with haze, like the tranquility before the storm. His dark and dark ink is so scary that he locks down the Sulu, and the beautiful face is condensed with a thick layer of frost. .

Su Luo was stunned. She subconsciously grabbed her red lips. She wanted to laugh and didn't dare to laugh. She took a sigh of relief.

How could she know that this strong and overbearing man is so fragile and will be pushed down?

"That... are you okay?"

Su Luo saw him staring at himself, staring at some of his heart, she asked weakly.

Responding to her is the silence of Nangong Liuyun, and the eyes of Xuanhan and the ferocious.

Su Luo slowly got together, grabbed his head in a sly manner, shook his sleeves, and took a sigh of relief, tangledly asked, "...is it painful?"

Should it hurt? The crash was so scary.

The Nangong Liuyun is deep and cold and Xuanhan, and the yin measurement looks at her: "Want to try?"