This one. Saying that other people don't talk about calves day and night like this. Gao Taiwei can make a cup of tea, chew it slowly, and talk to you from Emperor Qin to Han Wu. and then pull back the Qin Emperor from Han Wu. That little on the bed of the palace. She is like a treasure.

Can. Right now. It's her turn to pull it herself... Gao Taiwei was speechless. If you insist on telling her to come to a conclusion: this is really... Pain and joy.

When it is lingering to die. Captain Gao was actually pondering the question of Dionysus, the god of wine and indulgence, being reborn from Zeus's thigh. How can a lifeline grown in such a powerful and ambiguous part not act arbitrarily. Indulge in the line between mercy and cruelty. Isn't that the nature of human nature ...

I can think about such a deep problem in one step. As far as the captain is concerned. Not obtrusive. The essence of the captain. The more crazy you are, the more rational you are. The more absurd it is, the deeper it is. Like an Einstein who fell into the world of flowers.

She couldn't help but look down at the thigh that was wrapping around her waist. Strong. Slender.

She could still feel that the second ancestor who was soaking in her cardamom flowers was half soft and half hard. Being naughty is just not wanting to go out.

The lieutenant lowered his head even more. Reach the front of your chest. Shyness also enjoys. Embarrassed and confused.

"Gao Qian."

Gong Xiaoyue called her name. Her head slumped even lower.

It's not about living or dying. The itself. I just said that. She also enjoyed. Don't be awkward, like a little daughter-in-law, it's not the character of Gao Taiwei.

But. I can't completely accept it as a frank thing. Like a cold and proud woman. Or. A bold and open-minded woman. It's gone, it's gone. Frank and swaying. It can't be either.

So. She can only hold the unique hypocrisy of Gao Taiwei, and she can hide for a while.

The further she went down. He squeezed into her ears and followed her down. The two of them didn't know how to get tangled in a pose. The more she nests. The more the body curls up. The more the nectar underneath shrinks. Gong Xiaoyue followed her and shrunk tightly, wanting to die.

used too much "desire to die".

Indeed, only "wanting to die" can be described.

A woman tossing and turning beneath you. Born with a masterpiece of the name. It will shrink again. It will bark again. What more about men? In addition to doing death first and then ascending to heaven. What else.

Dead and terrible. Make shrimp in oil. It's all gone around in a full circle. I can't sip it myself. Finally lying on his stomach and exposing his mouth and sobbing heavily.

Hair put on the eyes. The nose is covered. Only the mouth is exposed to slurp.

Gong Xiaoyue is equivalent to connecting her in a back cha style. You said she wanted her life or not. It's still tightening and shrinking.

Gong Xiaoyue squeezed her lips and kissed hers. She didn't want to. Head turned again. Move over here. Gong Xiaoyue chased this side... Kiss arrived. She hummed softly. It sounds so good that it gives people goosebumps.

Gong Xiaoyue was afraid of pressing her. The person slid down a little to the side. Hands caressed her back. Smooth and delicate.

The ferrobe was kissed breathlessly. "Woo" twice. Gong Xiaoyue let go of her. By the way, I helped her turn over. and pressed under him. The parts that are immediately connected below are finally separated. The second ancestor lay red on her lower abdomen.

The two faced each other.

She sobbed rapidly beneath him. Eyes can drip water.

She looked at him.

He looked at her.

The side of the face of the fero. I still didn't dare to look at it for too long.

Gong Xiaoyue's eyes did not take off and looked at her.

It's not that sleeping with a woman once will make him obsessed.

It's not like she is like the end of her life. I don't hate her.

Men are born for desire. But it is not enough to die after a single pleasure.

Merely.

She was indeed the only woman in her twenties who had been entangled in such incomprehensible emotions.

I want to take a good look. Want to take a good look ...

It's really not pretty.

The eyes are not big enough.

The nose is not straight enough.

The mouth is like a beauty. Pitiful...

But. Put it together.

Some times it does. Thrilling.

Such as. That time at the Peace Hotel. She looked back. 10,000 styles.

Such as. Yesterday she drove. Focus. A very fascinating kind of power is in the grip.

Such as. She's underneath herself. Like this moment ... Don’t know whether to wind a watch or bark at the moon. Confused and delicate. Debauched and innocent.

"Will you drink?" He asked suddenly.

He turned his head with a thud. "Moutai."

Worst. She's a wine basket. Good to die but not to die. She loves Moutai.

Just now, I was in the lingering death. She looked at Na Moutai several times in a daze. Call her giggle.

Gong Xiaoyue does not deny it. I was a little stunned.

There was a light in her eyes.

Slowly. Xiaoyue's eyes also lit up. Bad light.

Propping up one arm and scooping up a bottle of Moutai. It shook in front of her eyes.

You say this woman is not interesting. Her eyes. Just follow the bottle.

"You're good at drinking."

She shook her head. "I won't drink it." The eyes are still on the bottle. A sentence was added at the end. “。。 It's true. ”

"What's true." Gong Xiaoyue held the bottle in his hand and pressed his neck to the side of her head. Let's be honest. A man after a ** is drunk. Looking down at you so lazily again... Stunner.

Similarly, the woman after the ** does not look at live stunners. She's obsessed with wine stunners...

"It's true... She turned her head to look at Moutai...

Alcoholic. Gluttonous. Gluttony. Greed.

This woman.

It's harmful.

(Let's be honest.) I wrote this article very easily. One idea after another. Still. There's really no purposeful value to speak of. For example, to illustrate a reason. What kind of feelings do you prove? Purely just... How to say. It's a lot of fun to write. It's really fun to entertain yourself. So. Spilling dog blood is not excluded. Sky Splitting Thunder. Let's just have fun. Don't take it for real. We little people live a cranky life. Don't disturb the normal outlook on life and values of adults. These words should have been noted at the beginning. Now make up for it. ）