The superficial weakness actually showed more and more that she was so strong in her heart, Pu Ya was like a snake wrapped around the neck of Jingluan, and the still sharp nails had been embedded in the flesh of her handsome lover's neck, intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but at this moment, the surrounding air suddenly added a touch of fishiness to the sweet fragrance of osmanthus flowers, as if there was a sinister blood gushing out somewhere that could not be seen.

Puya's fingertips and soft wattles are a little hard, but her beautiful face and charming posture clearly echo the extreme softness of a vein, which makes her more and more transformed into a blooming blood-colored poppy.

But in fact, in a lingering posture, physical and mental intercourse. The two people in the joy, either of them suddenly showing toughness or weakness, is the most terrible and effective urging. Emotional. The miracle drug of desire!

Jingluan was bound by Puya's neck, and the illusion of almost suffocation urged his innate desire to conquer as a man, and the trance of throat edema made him feel a suppressed throbbing in his heart. He was not in a hurry to break free from Puya's shackles, slowly raised his hand, carefully took the teardrop that Puya was still hanging on his eyelashes, and held it in the palm of his hand like a treasure.

The movement of holding tears in one hand was extremely reverent, as if he was holding a sacred and fragile magic weapon. This was contrary to the pity on his face...... Or maybe the pity wasn't pretentious.

Whenever the sun rises, Puya feels that she still has a good control over Jingluan; And whenever the sun sets and the moon rises, Puya suddenly realizes that she is the poor chick who is held between her fingers and played with by Jingluan...... Are people from Han China like this? In this way, it is impossible for people to figure it out! Their minds are too delicate and their minds are too complicated.

In a trance, the tear held in the palm of Jingluan's palm dissipated with rare momentum. His good-looking eyebrows gathered slightly, and he put his palm to his lips, and slightly stretched out the tip of his tongue to put the tear into his mouth: "The queen is indeed the most beautiful and delicate cluster of roses in the desert of the Western Regions, and even the tears are bitter and sweet." As he spoke, he leaned down, his long legs silently entangled with Puya's pair of jade legs like seaweed.

"Jingluan." Puya put her body and mind softly and gently, and her voice was like a dream. She withdrew a hand, and immediately caressed her lover's side cheek hidden in the shadows, her eyes fixed on him, slowly but precipitating, "No matter what, you have to believe it, believe me...... I'm really, I really want to be nice to you......" like a quiet wind through the valley.

This moment was so emotional: "Yes, I believe it." Jingluan didn't tell a lie, he was contaminated with the stacking of scenes, and he put away the playful look on his face. The face is solemn, and the tone is toned. Love, "I've always believed in ......" became smaller and lighter, and zuihou gradually became inaudible.

Puya vaguely distinguished the shape of Jingluan's lips and knew that he was saying so. He always believed it.

Her vision soon became dizzy, obscured by the tears that subconsciously welled up in her eyes. Zuihou's clear was just a warm curvature of his chin and lips, and Puya fell into a bone-eating desire to live and die!

Sensing his wild and unrestrained breath running through her crystal-clear and divine body, she rushed and stormed the city. This instantaneous pain of oneness and tearing of the soul and flesh was almost always present due to the violent impact, and it was soon filled with a kind of extreme joy from the bottom of the heart.

To give and take, to ask for and pander, he took her to the peak of cloud bliss together, and suddenly lost in a trance, but gained everything......

The osmanthus incense in the hall is still sweet and greasy, and the gorgeous castle outside the window is still soaked in the endless dark night. Everything is so peaceful that it is terrifying, such an extreme serenity and the pinnacle of silence without even a trace of insect singing and a wisp of wind roaring, as if echoing that there should be an imminent infinite catastrophe, piercing the clouds and breaking the moon, and connecting the fate, which is about to follow......