Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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After a busy day, the monsoon smoke can finally take a break. Lying in bed, she is too lazy to move, but she thinks that she was ready to go to the small streamfire to be intimate and affectionate. She tried to climb up.

Before she went out, the door was already ringed, and the monsoon smoke opened the door, and I saw that the fire was standing outside the door with the moonlight.

On a troubled day, the body of the monsoon smoke was noisy, but at this moment, I saw the fire standing outside the door, so beautiful, so quiet, even her slightly impetuous heart calmed down. Come down.

"Small flow of fire, we really have a heart, I just got ready to come to you." The monsoon smoked the smile of the opening, unceremoniously reached out and squeezed the white and tender cheeks.

This touch...

Really no one!

The monsoon smoke of the face of the fire, the calm scorpion falling in the shadow of the eyelashes, lined with the black and white distinct scorpion, hidden a trace of green, more than a minute.

There, there is only the shadow of the monsoon smoke.

"I can't sleep." The fire suddenly opened.

The monsoon smoked a light smile. "What's wrong? I have seen you in the past few days, but what happened?"

The fire shook his head.

The monsoon smoke was also very considerate and did not ask much. After returning from the Emperor's cemetery on that day, the situation of the fire was somewhat wrong.

Looking at the sound of silence, the monsoon smoke could not help but tease him.

"Since a person can't sleep, is it better for me to sleep with you?" The monsoon smoke smiles badly.

Of course...

The fire was subconscious, but he quickly raised his eyes and looked at the monsoon smoke.

"it is good."

"..." This is the turn of the monsoon smoke.

It’s weird. If she teased him so much on weekdays, the little guy was afraid that he would have been stagnant for a long time. How is it today...

She almost habitually looked up and touched the forehead of the fire. "There is no fever."

The raging lips were sloppy, the eyes were drooping, and the long eyelashes caught the look of his eyes. He whispered: "Can't you?"

Monsoon smoke, "..."

I always feel that the fire has become more and more uncomfortable recently, but when I saw the look of the fire, the monsoon smoke was not even a word, and she reached out and directly pulled the hand of the fire, striding toward the bedside. Go.

The fire is still drawn by the monsoon smoke, and his eyes have been watching the heels of the monsoon smoke.

[I will never meet the guy again, I hate to die. 】

On the day of the monsoon smoke, countless times echoed in the heart of the fire, every time he scraped a layer of meat from his heart.

It hurts, but you can't talk.

She... just hate him so much...

The fire was unconsciously pulled by the monsoon smoke to the bedside, but it had not recovered from the mind, and the buttocks reached the soft bed.

He looked up suddenly and looked at the monsoon smoke standing in front of him.

flutter……

The monsoon smoked his hand on the shoulder of the fire, not too light and heavy, and the fire broke directly on the bed.

He looked at the monsoon and took off his coat, lying next to him, and his face was red with uncontrollable eyes.

The monsoon smokes to sleep on the outside, and slaps the chest that is rushing and raging.

"Hey, take a good sleep." Closed his eyes when he finished.

however……

The fire squinted, really...there was no sleepiness.