C83 Last Love 1

Jiang Yueming did not speak anymore, and directly went in.

The path led to a flower, and the white robe was as white as snow.

Little Treasure watched her walk off in a daze.

Jin Hu Zang. Jiao. So this was what happened to Jiao.

She sat down cross-legged again.

The sun slowly set. It was as if thousands of red roses had been inlaid with a golden color. The fragrance of the edge of the luster was even more mesmerizing in the night wind.

Rose Rose I love you. There was a reason why the world loved roses alone. In this world, what other flower could compare to a red rose? She picked many flowers and sprinkled them all over the stone floor. Then, she lay down once more.

When Qu Cunzi walked closer, what he saw was exactly this scene.

The woman fell into the pile of roses as she pleased, her fragrance filling the entire ground.

He had never thought Little Treasure looked good before, but now, he suddenly felt that the face in the flower heap was so adorable: rosy, bright, youthful, dazzling. Her black eyebrows, her black hair, her white teeth … There was also a smile on his face when he fell asleep. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked like a cooked apple, steaming hot. No, no, no, like an ignorant dragonfly or a little cicada wrapped in the wings of a cicada.

What a refreshing feeling!

Oh, I used to think she was ordinary. Now Fang knew she was no less than the little models.

How strange, why did he only discover it today?

Is it because of that slut that people automatically send people to their doorsteps? Only those who can't get one would treasure it?

10 yuan for a rice bowl. If it is broken, it is broken. 1 million to buy a blue and white porcelain, broken, I'm afraid the heart is broken.

What was important was not what it represented, but the price it represented. However, people often did not understand this point.

The sun had set. Moving, flower shadow floating. How lovely the women in the flowers are.

He suddenly smiled and sat down next to her.

"Little Treasure …"

She was fast asleep, her mouth purring.

He put his arm around her, and at the same time the scent of her rose filled his nerves. He opened his mouth and bit the rose petals on her lips.

Sweet from the sense of smell to taste, so delicious.

This familiar warm body, even though he didn't go to Wutong Xuan for a few days, when he hugged his again, he didn't feel like a stranger at all. Above all, the rising heat of his arm was like the unmelted oil of a candle, sticky, slippery, indescribable.

He nibbled at the soft lips.

"Little Treasure …" "Little Treasure …"

He called her softly in her ear, his soft hair hanging down in a myriad of moods.

She woke up and rolled over. His spring shirt was thin, and he just so happened to be hugging one another warmly.

"Little Treasure …" Have you forgotten my orders? "

"Mmm mmm …"

His mouth was on hers, sweet. "What did I tell you? You are not allowed to wear clothes by my side … Look, it's getting in the way... "It's so thick, quickly remove it …"

Her eyes were sleepy and she was laughing.

This guy. This is outside. Who doesn't wear clothes outside?

He did not care. This place was his forbidden area, and no one dared to enter it.