Yao Rong bit her lip, her delicate little face turned white, and her little hands hugged his shoulder.

"Zhuo Song, it hurts, I... Is it dying?" Yao Rong sweated out, feeling that he couldn't hold it anymore.

Zhuo Song hugged her and walked towards a clubhouse.

"No, I have a way. Zhuo Song said.

On the top floor of the clubhouse, in the rest box, Zhuo Song ran in with her, put her on the soft big bed, turned around to get the towel wet, and wiped her around her knees.

"Relax, I'll take the needle out and I'll be fine. Zhuo Song said.

His fingertips were trembling, the needles of the Zhuo family could not be taken casually, and the meridians on his body would be broken before they could be broken, resulting in paralysis and even death.

"Hmm. Yao Rong's body moved, and his little hands clutched the sheets.

Zhuo Song looked at the silver needle, stretched out his hand to pull it out, and suddenly thought of something, he took a lighter and burned the silver needle, and then took it out.

I saw that the silver needle suddenly turned red, emitting a strange fragrance.

"Why?" Zhuo Song took half a step back, wanting to throw away the silver needle, but unfortunately he only ran a few steps, and the silver needle suddenly turned to ashes and was burned.

A normal silver needle would never be like this. And this smell is obviously an aphrodisiac.

Zhuo Song cared about Yao Rong just now, so if he cared, he was actually fooled, and the effect of the medicine had been ignited.

"Hmm. Yao Rong moved, feeling that her knees didn't hurt anymore, as if there was a force spreading in her body and instilling it in every part of her body.

Yao Rong got up from the bed, and the hair that was originally tied behind her head was shaken by her and all scattered.

Zhuo Song turned around and watched her sit up, the handsomeness between her hair, the side face blocked by the hair, the charm and tenderness, kept hitting his body.

"I—" Zhuo Song felt thirsty in his throat, he reached out to pour a glass of water, tugged at his shirt vigorously, took off his coat, and threw it aside.

"Bell" At this time, his mobile phone rang.

Zhuo Song's eyes were confused, he grabbed his mobile phone, and then continued the call.

"Zhuo Song, are you okay?" Gu Chuyan bought good things, and found that he didn't come back, so he called.

"Sister-in-law, I... I may not be able to go back for a while, I'll find someone to pick you up. Zhuo shook his head, trying to stay awake.

Gu Chuyan carried the things and said, "No need, I'll just find the car myself! ”

Zhuo Song wanted to say, but the phone fell to the side and turned off.

Yao Rong lifted the quilt, reached out to grab the mineral water, unscrewed the lid and drank, who knew that the drink was too urgent, the water was sprinkled on her body, the clothes on her chest were wet, and the water droplets dripped down her chin.

Zhuo Song looked at this scene, he shook his head, but his reason was replaced by ****.

He strode forward, bent down, reached out and grabbed the good mineral water bottle and threw it back, pinching her chin with his strong fingertips, and kissing her chin with his lips.

"Hmm. Yao Rong moaned under his breath and leaned back, trying to struggle.

Zhuo Song's lips fell, kissing the drops of water from her chin, and her fingertips came to her chest, gently brushing them, the crisp feeling conveyed by her fingertips almost drowning each other.

"Hmm, hot, Zhuo... Hot. Yao Rong whispered, her little hand raised, touching his face.

Zhuo Song stretched out his hand, hugged her tightly, turned around and fell onto the bed.

Yao Rong twisted her body, she stuck to his arms, the woman's fingertips, slowly burrowed into his shirt, Zhuo Song reached out and grabbed her clothes hard, and pulled them open.

With a "hiss", her clothes were torn, Zhuo Zhen lowered her head, bit her underwear, and poked her fingertips in.

The man's slender fingertips, swimming over her, on her inner thighs...

He was presumptuous on her, wandering, his fingertips suddenly digging deeper.

In that spring, there is a constant search for more intense holy water.

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