"You hit the brain?"

In such a warm and beautiful atmosphere, Mo Huang asked very beautifully.

In an instant, everything beautiful and beautiful was completely destroyed.

Jun Bingwu laughed angrily, kicked his boots, and climbed onto his bed.

Mo Huang's cold eyebrows twitched slightly, and Jun Bingwu had already straddled his waist.

There is a layer of quilt, but this ambiguous breath is transmitted in wisps, and it can't be stopped.

Mo Huang's eyebrows were raised higher.

In his chest, a familiar pain rose, and he knew that this pain, caused by her, could be relieved by pushing her away and not thinking about her.

However, he didn't want to, as if only by hurting like this, he could feel that he was a flesh-and-blood person who would love and hurt, not the bloodline king who was high up and seemed to be omnipotent but like a walking corpse.

Jun Bingwu sat on him, raised his hand, and ripped off the white jade delicate belt around his waist.

As the belt fell, her placket was also opened one by one, and Jun Bingwu went out one by one, revealing white skin on her shoulders, which had an extraordinary visual impact.

Her movements are extremely slow, and her every move exudes the smell of bewitchment.

Jun Bingwu has done this, if Mo Huang still doesn't know her intentions, then he has lived in vain all these years.

His delicate Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he only felt a dry mouth, and a stream of heat slowly flowed through his lower abdomen, and his whole body became hot.

"What the hell are you ......" he spoke, the hoarseness in his voice surprised him, and between the beating of the syllables, it was full of his deeply suppressed ****.

His words had just begun, and Jun Bingwu's slender index finger had already pressed his lips, blocking all the rest of his words.

At this moment, only the last breastwrap was left on the woman's body.

Jun Bingwu lifted the quilt, his body was like a flexible snake, and he got into it all of a sudden, and lay down close to Mo Huang.

She rolled over and raised her hand, about to completely remove his clothes, but was stopped by Mo Huang.

"What do you mean?" Mo Huang's eyes were deep and staring at her, and there was a touch of seriousness in his cold voice.

"Could it be...... Don't you want me? Jun Bingwu smiled, and the tone was very demagogic.

Her fingers, mischievously burrowed through the hem of his clothes, caressing his skin, bursts of evil fire jumped under her fingers, and a low roar overflowed from the man's throat, as if he was enjoying and forbearing.

She didn't let him go, her fingers gently moved forward, pinched his little red bean, and gently grinded it.

In the light of his eyes, there was a touch of impulse with a dark tide, and he hurriedly pressed her messy hand, but she smiled, raised her knees, and rubbed the proudest part of him.

Feeling the soft things under his knees gradually harden and become hot, and proudly raising his head to greet her, the cold woman instantly turned into the most bewitching vixen, disintegrating all his self-control.

Mo Huang turned over suddenly, pressing her under him, his eyes were full of forbearance.

But Mo Huang is Mo Huang after all, even at this moment, he stubbornly wants an answer: "Why ......"

This question has been haunting him, a kind of confusion and anxiety about the unknown has locked him heavily, and he has tried to find this predicament in vain.

Crystal sweat slid down his forehead, fell into her green silk, and disappeared.

"I just want to cherish the present, can't I?" She hooked his neck, lifted her upper body slightly, and kissed his gently raised eyebrows.

Cherish the present, cherish what you have, what a few simple words? Unfortunately, they didn't understand it before.

You have to wait until you lose to know how precious it is to go back and chase it, and you have to wait until you are gone, so that bastard who stuck to you with a dead skin and a dead face stuck to you in the first place is.

Mo Huang looked at her heavily, as if to ponder the credibility of her words.

Jun Bingwu took advantage of the moment when he lost his mind, and had gently taken off his clothes, she lowered her head and bit Mo Huang's shoulder, fiercely, even if she tasted the smell of blood, she never let go.

Mo Huang snorted, his body tensed, his eyes were red, he raised his hand, ripped off her breasts, and almost leaned over violently.

She is right, no one can predict what will happen later, cherishing the present is the most important thing.

His body moved slowly, and the tent fell gently, covering the beautiful and fierce chanting on the couch.

Jun Bingwu endured his impact, hugged him, squeezed her body into his arms hard, and in the depths of her love, she called his name over and over again: "Huang, Huang......"

Her brilliant ......

Her voice, affectionate and delicate, concealed a trace of imperceptible bitterness, which Mo Huang never discovered.

The next day, Mo Huang turned over and rubbed lazily on the soft pillow, but he realized that something was wrong and opened his eyes suddenly.

The sky was not yet bright, and in the incense burner, white smoke curled, and the aroma of soothing incense overflowed the whole room, but it still couldn't erase the ambiguous smell of last night.

On the plain sheets, there was still a touch of dried red, like red plums blooming in the snow, so vivid, witnessing their fierceness last night.

Recalling last night, Mo Huang's cold face inadvertently softened, and he smiled lightly.

Her passion, her seductiveness, her gasp...... Every bit of it was like a movie, replaying it over and over again in front of his eyes.

Everything seems to be the same as last night, it's just ......

She was gone......

He didn't pay attention to it, just thought she was going out, but his eyes inadvertently turned and landed next to her pillow, but he saw an envelope.

Above are her dashing four words.

Mo Huang lightly opened.

Mo Huang suddenly had a bad premonition.

What can't you say to his face, but in such a way?

She picked up the envelope, but saw it underneath.

Mo Huang hurriedly poured out the contents of the envelope, a piece of stationery, and a small jade bottle, containing an unknown liquid, and only half a bottle.

Mo Huang opened, approached the tip of his nose and sniffed, his pupils suddenly contracted, this is ......

Forget the water!

Jun Xianyu gave it to her?

With this understanding, Mo Huang hurriedly unfolded the letter paper, which only had a few words on it that she was chic as always.

has always been in love, but the fate is shallow.

Ice Dance Word.

At that moment, Mo Huang felt as if he had been slapped hard.

He didn't understand, what did she mean by this, obviously last night, it was fine......

In his chest, there was a piercing pain in his heart again, and something fishy sweet and hot poured into his throat, but Mo Huang suddenly laughed, and the sound of wild laughter lingered in the huge palace over and over again, and it did not go away for a long time.

Did she really think she could run away from him?

If you provoke him, you want to leave, how can there be such a cheap thing in this world?

- Happy New Year's Day, dear friends