When the water climbed above the thighs, that is, when Quran woke up, the rain stopped, and the water did not rise.

The water will not rise, but it will drain. Slowly, the water Gulan felt like it had spilled into the quilt. When he came in, Gulan felt that the water had softened his thighs.

He brushed it with his hand, trying to shake off the soft head. This flick hit the five fingers, and as soon as I was alert, I instinctively grasped those five fingers. The 10 fingers were held like that for a long time, forming a stalemate and confrontation.

Originally, it was peaceful, but the bad thing is that Gulan is used to sleeping naked.

This is a secret passed on to her by her mother since she was a child, saying that sleeping naked can be beautiful and beautiful. This secret probably worked, and the mother and daughter were beautiful for a long time.

The problem is that this secret is not only useful for beauty, but also for making waves.

The water that had been turned into a hand by the snake began to accumulate and gather energy there. After holding on for a while, the water finally gathered into a flood, setting off waves more than one person high, and covering the Quran at once.

The Quran, which was covered by the flood, was swept into a raging whirlpool in an instant. She had no power to fight, only to lie quietly on the surface of the water, hoping not to be submerged.

Seeing that Gu Lan had no intention of climbing out, the water was very sensible, and he swam around Gu Lan's body by his temperament. Gradually, gradually, the Quran swam away into a whirlpool again.

And so a whirlpool of Quran was formed, a whirlpool of water. The two whirlpools, sometimes entangled, sometimes churning, sometimes overlapping, just kept changing.

Later, the Quran became a link between two whirlpools.

A whirlpool swirled in his heart, faster and faster, watching the water splash and surge, wave after wave, fierce and unstoppable.

A whirlpool is frightened and restless outside the body, hesitating, hesitating, restless, and disorganized.

Gu Lan felt this whirlpool, and was still in awe of the whirlpool in his heart, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool, as if kowtowing to apologize, and kneeled forward little by little. In Guran's memory, Changyong was also the whirlpool outside the body. But the whirlpool is a real flood beast, a devastating madman, leaving people with pampering and more fear and trauma.

And the whirlpool at this moment is gentle and frugal, and the whole process is to probe and repair little by little. Every bit of probing and every bit of fixing is a whole new feeling.

In this countless spying and restoration, Guran felt that the sensation was getting thicker, hotter, and sweeter. At this time, the whirlpool in my heart seemed to have been catalyzed, and I suddenly became manic.

The uncontrollable waves, like a dragon's tongue, searched for the aroma and sweetness, and finally poked a culvert through his body, leading the whirlpool outside his body. The two whirlpools collided together with a "bang", and finally became one.

After becoming one, Guran emerged from the hallucination. She opened her eyes a little, and saw that it was the shadow that came up like water.

The shadow was undulating on her body at this time, leaning forward and backward, but the amplitude of the undulation and upward closure was not large. It's like a doll holding a glass ball, although she likes it very much, she is afraid of breaking it, so she doesn't dare to let go of it to play and get it.

Güran enjoyed this kind of message that came through the wriggling connection, this kind of desperate desire to drive in and tremble, but it was not very enjoyable, but it was not easy to force. I can only enjoy it quietly while looking forward to it. Expect the shadow to rise into a whirlpool.

But the shadow was like a robot shadow, just moving unhurriedly, not moving out of shape at all. At such times, the Quran has always been silent.

However, after waiting for too long, when the tide in his heart was about to be difficult to maintain, and if he didn't get it right, he would fall, so Gu Lan had no choice but to put down the shelf and move his body in order to cause the shadow to react.

At this moment, the shadow caused panic, and said uneasily: "Don't be angry." ”

Gu Lan tried his best to maintain the tide, so he had to cry and laugh and mutter, "Get yours." ”

After hearing this, the shadow asked at an inopportune time, "Are you upset?"

Seeing that the tide was about to fall, Gu Lan had to squirt angrily: "Don't be nosy, get yours." ”

This squirt spewed out the bloody nature of the shadow. The shadow suddenly seemed to be offended, and let go of its hands and feet and went on a rampage. The tide that Gu Lan was about to fall suddenly pushed up the .......

Reaching an unprecedented height, Gu Lan couldn't help but gasp out word by word: "Year, light, just, yes, good, ah!"

Hearing this, the shadow got carried away, let out a long roar, pressed against Gu Lan, and gritted his teeth and said: "Leader, that is, not ordinary, ah!"

At dawn, the shadow floated in again.

Guran didn't wait for it to come up like water again, and as soon as it floated to his side, he subdued it tightly under him, and truly turned it into his own shadow.

This time, she wants to let the horse go, let her mind fly, give it a go, and do it with confidence.

She has to let go of her hands and feet, put down the shelf, relax her spirit, look far, and relax her mind.

There is always a word "put", she wants to devote herself to debauchery, and be a real woman who turns over and is in charge of her own house.

She's familiar with what it's like to be on top, and she likes to do things at her own pace.

And Chang never understood, never thought to understand, her feelings, and didn't know her rhythm. Only the appearance of a hungry tiger pounced on food, without any pity and cherishing jade, would never give her such a chance.

She had to lift gently, fall slowly, enter slowly, grind softly, swing and slide, shake softly, swallow deeply...... and hung himself on that pinnacle again and again.

The big villa was like a thatched hut in a flood, rising and falling on the crest of the waves.

She just wants to chew and swallow slowly like this, to taste with her heart, and to govern a big country like cooking a small fresh.

The indescribable sensation seeped out of the blood little by little, like blood dripping into water, and then spread out, floating and swirling.

The nerves become tighter and tighter, the skin becomes redder and redder, the lips and tongue become drier and drier, the breathing becomes deeper and deeper, the veins become more and more tangled, and the place becomes denser and denser.

The shadow was a little unwilling, and it seemed that it couldn't bear it, and as if it had been tortured, it couldn't help but want to stir up some surges and make some waves.

Whenever the waves first rose, she keenly pressed them into the budding. After a few times, the shadow seemed to accept its fate, and no longer attempted, but froze there. Then there is stalemate, then there is stalemate, and then there is persistence.

This is really a protracted "war of resistance". Gu Lan, who was controlling the situation, couldn't help murmuring: "Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and he will see the hearts of the people over time." "The sun rises and the sun sets" finally murmured: "The sun is my prosperity, and the day I am dead." "The day I prosper, and the day I die." "In a pinch, it is only played back between these two sentences.

And every time it is played, it is a rise and fall, and every time it takes off, there is some new feeling.

In this way, the day I prosper, and the day I die, over time...... It wasn't until the shadow under her body let out a squeezed and squashed cry from the crack that she couldn't bear it anymore: "It's over, I, it's over, it's over!" that she was awakened from her intoxication.

Realizing that the situation was fleeting and urgent, Gu Lan threw an anchor chain in his heart, hurriedly seized the moment of flying, lightly opened Sakura's lips and let out a long long tune, straightened up and descended rapidly, like a mast that had dropped a sail, pestle in the calm of the waves.