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Groggy, groggy, groggy......

It's like wandering in the boundless sea of fire, every time I take a step forward, I want to scold my mother.

Jiu Mingmei always feels that it is not right, and it is not right anywhere. She couldn't see anything, but by the smell alone, she knew that it wasn't in the room of Huaiyu Palace. The room was full of flames and grass, and she had only smelled it on one person.

"Feng Qianji, where are you?"

A bare arm came over her and lay across her chest, and then the earlobe was attacked by a sweet mouth. He gently licked her earlobe and whispered, "If you want to eat meat, wait, let me rest for a while." ”

Eating meat? Eat your mother's meat!

Kick it over, and the key part is officially hit! Feng Qianji's moaning/moaning sounded leisurely in his ears, but with a smile: "Xiao Mei'er, don't you admit it if you eat it clean?" He had accurately guessed the timing, direction, and strength of her kick, and immediately blocked it.

Jiu Mingmei jumped up from the bed, jumped down flexibly, and pulled down the blindfolded purple gauze belt. The glare of the light of the lamp made her a little uncomfortable, and she blocked her eyes with the back of her hand.

Why blindfold her? This method of winding is very similar to that of the hair one. There was some chaos in his mind, and there was a vague appearance of someone being torn apart by himself, and there was still some blood in his mouth. Could it be that she was hit by a fight?!

Where is she now?

She looked around the room in an instant. An ordinary man's bedroom, clean and elegant. It is very similar to the layout of the original room of the eight.

The eyeballs rolled all over again, and finally landed on himself:

No clothes on.

Naked.

Slippery.

If there's anything left, it's the slender silver anklet on the ankle.

Jiu Mingmei raised her eyes and saw Feng Qianji lying on the inside of the bed, her whole body was the same naked and slippery, and the thin lotus lotus color was lightly covered the most critical parts. The eight-pack abs that should be exposed are inverted triangles, the strong legs have a wonderful texture, the two arms are biceps, and the beautiful face is charming...... It's really the same.

Oh, it's good to see it explode!

Jiu Mingmei was dumbfounded for a moment, there were really few people in the Three Realms who could combine strength and beauty so spectacularly. She suddenly felt that she didn't seem to suffer a loss, but as if she had taken advantage of this strong man.

"Addicted?" Feng Qianji teased with a smile.

All right...... Jiu Mingmei nodded. Simply admit it...... She wanted to pinch her head on that pectoral muscle. Well, it's just because it's good-looking, it's not lustful, it's never.

"Honest good girl." Feng Qianji's eyes fell on her ankles. Suddenly, it darkened. Then he laughed again. "Your clothes are ready, just put them on the table. When did you want to eat meat. Come and tell me. I'm real, I need to take a break. ”

She was too beautiful, too delicate, too seductive, and if he looked at her again, he would really not be able to control himself.

For ten days and ten nights, she could toss, either undressing or rolling on the ground, either holding his head and gnawing or rubbing his chest muscles, she simply did all the provocative/teasing things. He couldn't bear it several times, pressed the bad girl under him, and kissed him from head to toe until his muscles were tense, his heart was beating rapidly, his limbs were numb, and he didn't know why...... However, every time he saw the silver bracelet on her ankle, he couldn't make up his mind to make it one.

Kazemoto Sakura, Kazemoto Sakura......

The queen's missing daughter, Feng Lie's most distressed and first abandoned daughter, Feng Yilang's own sister, is also, his sister.

Jiu Mingmei took the clothes on the table, looked up and down, left and right, a set of splendid clothes, plain white and clean lining, silver and white silk coat, the material is fresh and elegant, and it looks better than the fairy skirt of the lord of Baixiang.

She hadn't really worn any of these clothes since she got this skin. As a girl like brocade, she wears brown coarse cloth clothes on weekdays, and combs two balls in a bun. She has never pursued beautiful clothes, and good clothes are good clothes if she can cover her body.

"Put it on," Feng Qianji said with his eyes closed, "Now, the person who should know who you are, I guess I know almost everything." Hiding and tucking, there is no need, but it bends to himself. ”

Also, if you have beautiful clothes, why don't you wear them? Isn't it a tyrannical thing?

The night outside the window is sultry, and the stars are dotted, which is very romantic.

Jiu Mingmei happily put on this flowing dress, tied a silver silk inlaid jade belt, and her red hair returned to its black appearance, but it was still scattered, like black ink splashing into a waterfall, flowing with beautiful brilliance. It's just that she still doesn't know how to take care of her hair, sitting in front of the vanity mirror and fiddling left and right, and her good black hair is about to be combed into a chicken nest. She simply threw it on her head and combed her hair with a spell.

"Wait!" Feng Qianji sighed, didn't rest, and got out of bed in a purple gauze robe. He fell behind her, his bony hands ruffling her long hair and fiddling with it gently.

Jiu Mingmei didn't even understand how his hands were swinging, and the black hair on his temples was pulled to the back of his head and circled in a plum blossom circle. He casually turned into a red plum hairpin and inserted it diagonally. He smoothed the rest of his black hair and draped it over his straight back.

The simple and light hairstyle is very flattering to her, adding a bit of gentleness to her delicate face.

Xiaoxuan window, dressing, starlight, love.

"The wind is a thousand clouds."

"Huh?"

"You're a sissy."

Feng Qianji: "......" (10,000 grass and mud horses are omitted here.) ）

――――Comb hair small division――――Even men have to comb their hair――――

There was a burning in the palm, and the gold powder showed the words: The emperor sent someone to attack, the lord be careful!

Feng Qianji smiled coldly, why did the emperor suddenly open his mind and prepare to attack him?

"Little Meier......"

"I know," Jiu Mingmei pricked up her ears and heard the sound of a dark shadow stepping on the roof of the house not far away, and couldn't help but show a smile, her eyes gradually dyed blood, "Come one to eat one, come two to eat a pair!" ”

Feng Qianji blindfolded her eyes with a purple veil, and her rosy lips were attached to her earlobes: "Mei'er, just leave everything to me."

"You?"

"Believe me, those weak mortals, they don't have that honor, and they have the enjoyment of the plum god."

Jiu Mingmei smiled: "Okay."

The sound of roof tiles getting closer and closer, almost reaching the music urn. Listening to the sound, it is very light, and it should be a master of light work.

Feng Qianji pushed open the door, moved a small number at the door, and sat down. He cocked Erlang's legs, held the bone flute to his lips in his hand, and played it leisurely. (To be continued.) )