Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Xia was lying on the rattan chair lazily, her eyes closed, and she had just taken a milk rose petal bath, and she was all comfortable sleeping.

When she heard the footsteps approaching, she said, "Ah, moisturizer is on the bedside table, you can wipe it for me."

Xuan Ying reached out and picked up the moisturizer.

He poured the moisturizer into the palm of his hand, and gently covered her naked back.

She was all soft and had no bones in it. The white and delicate muscles were like silk. He felt like she would let go if she touched it.

Xuan Ying's breath tightened, the raised man's throat rolled up and down twice, his mouth dry.

It is undeniable that Xia Ye is a stunner in both her face and body. Previously, Jiaofang's first card was the most valuable for the girls there, so the mothers there will take good care of them and will teach some more private preservation Way, you can hook away all the souls of men.

Xia Yan did not accept the guests, and a major event happened on the day of her 18-year-old ritual, but she grew up in that environment in an environment that was young, so her face and figure were incomparable to other women.

Xuan Ying's two wide palms covered her beautiful back, and gently rubbed it away.

Xia Ye thought that Grandma's palm was so rough, all cocoons, but Grandma worked all the year round, which is easy to understand.

Grandma's technique is very good, Xia Hui comfortably and quietly.

The room was very quiet, Xuan Ying naturally heard her cry, soft and charming ...

Xuan Ying felt that his nose was hot and seemed to be bleeding nose.

He didn't control his strength, and his big palm squeezed heavily in her concave narrow waist.

Xia Ye felt a little pain, and she opened her eyes and turned her head to look, "Ah, what's wrong with you ... Ah!"

Xia Ying looked at Xuan Ying in shock, and suddenly sat up from the rattan chair. "How ... how are you?"

Xia Xuan grabbed the blanket and covered her body. She never expected that it was not A Xuan, but him.

How did he break in?

Found, Xuanying's pair of glazed ink eyes fell on her small slap face. She had just taken a bath. The small face was pink and moist. The red lips underneath were delicate and dazzling.

Xuan Ying thought that the longer she looked, the better.

"Well, I ..."

"Go out! Come out for me!"

When Xia Min thought of his two big palms walking freely on her beautiful back, the delicate muscles just rubbed by him formed a layer of small pink particles. She jumped from the rattan chair with two bare feet. Go down and run straight to the door.

"Ama! Ama!"

After hearing her yelling, Xuan Ying chased after her, and reached out from behind to cover her little mouth. "Well, don't bark."

Xia Xun struggled hard, and his soft, watery body twisted uneasily in his broad and hard arms.

Xuan Ying couldn't stand it. Her arms stretched out and hugged her willow's thin waist. She hugged her firmly into her arms, buried Jun's face in her hair, and sniffed the fragrance of her body. The overflowing aroma, hoarse, "Oh, oh, stop calling, stop calling."

Xia Ling couldn't move, because through the thin cloth, she felt his muscles and his body burning.

There was a mirror in front of him, and Xia Yuan saw him and him clearly in him. His tall body hugged her tenderly in her arms, lingering.

Xia Yan shuddered Yujie like Pu Fan, then stretched out his small hand, and plucked out his big palm.

"Silver King, I'm not calling, you can let go of me."

Xuan Ying took a steady breath and slowly released the soft and tender body in her arms. "Well, follow me."

Xia Xuan turned around, and those beautiful eyes fell on his handsome face. A man wearing a pair of green trousers and military boots on his resolute jaw looked very wild.

"Silver King, you broke into my room and just wanted to take me away? Why did you take me away?"

"you…"

Xuan Ying kept talking and told him to tell her about the old man.

Thinking of the old man, Xuanying's two large palms hanging on his side were tightly punched into fists, cold and cold.

Xia Ling looked at his uncertain complexion, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Grandma, it's not good!" At this moment the maid hurriedly opened the door of the room. "Aber passed out and was fainted!"

what?

As soon as Xia Ling's face changed, she soon thought of something, "Silver King, did you kill someone?"

Xuanying looked at her and pursed her thin lips. "Well, don't be afraid. No one can force you. Now you can get rid of that old man. I will protect you."

Old man? ? ?

Xia Yan's charming little face was cold. "Silver King, what do you mean, do you think I've been given a bag by an old man-raised?"

"I didn't think so ..."

"That's what you think!"

Xuan Ying frowned at his sword, then quietly said, "I know you must not be willing ..."

He didn't say that, it was okay. When he said that Xia Yi's blood was pouring into his brain, he would not know how hard she had worked in the past three years.

Three years ago, the **** also sown a seed in her belly, causing her to have another baby daughter.

She managed to have such a life today, and she was able to breathe freely. He even thought that she had been given a bag by an old man.

Asshole!

Big bastard!

Xia Xie rushed forward, smashing his fist and hitting his stiff shoulders, then ...

Xuan Ying did not avoid, staring at her hotly, beating her and cheering her up.

After a while, he reached out and held her soft little hand, and said hoarsely, "You are okay with that old man, then you are wearing the backless in the room alone, and then so fragrant and slippery?"

In his opinion, she was hooking-drawing-pleasing to men.

Xia Yuyu Jie shuddered, straight men with advanced cancer, are women dressed up for men?

Will really give a man a long face!

She is young and beautiful, and this soft body is rewarded by God, so what if she puts on the scent to make it smooth? Who said that it was for men to enjoy?

"let me go!"

Xia Yan wanted to shake him off, her white eyes were a little red.

Xuan Ying refused to let go. He held her soft little hand and fanned his handsome face. "Well, if you are really angry, you will slap me. I see that you women like to slap men when they are angry."

"..."

Xia Ye didn't want to hit him, he just wanted to withdraw his little hand, "Xuan Ying, let me go, are you deaf?"

Xuan Ying leaned down and kissed her red lips directly.

Suddenly being kissed, Xia Xuan and Tong Ren shrank, all overwhelming with the gloomy male masculinity on him, with an aggressive meaning and exclusive desire.

Mysterious shadow covers her soft lips ...

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