Qinghe also noticed that his hands were a little irregular, and he inadvertently touched some forbidden area, and after saying "sorry", he wiped the uninjured place with a coarse cloth towel, and did not stop from beginning to end.

The man's slightly cool hand seemed to have some indescribable magic, as long as he touched it, it was like being burned by fire. constantly tormented her, and I can't wait for people to give her a good time.

It felt like cutting meat with a blunt knife.

He Dangli, whose eyes were foggy, sniffed the faint Canaanite wood fragrance from Qinghe's body from the tip of his nose, and the whole person became more and more uncomfortable like an addict.

"Master, which one I can wipe by myself, I won't trouble the master." He Dangli leaned on the man's broad chest, smelling the familiar Canaanite wood fragrance, and only felt that his body was so hot.

It's like I've got some terminal incurable disease.

is even more urgent to need something to fill her whole person, just like a hairpin without a hairpin needs to be matched with flowers to be beautiful.

"The wound on the donor's body is not healed." The corners of Qing's lips were slightly hooked, and his tone was still a little indifferent, but the movements in his hands did not stop fanning the flames for more than half a minute.

"Master, I'm fine, not to mention that my injuries are all in my back, I can wipe them myself." hurriedly denied that she was already in good health, and asked her to do it herself.

"The donor is emotional." The corners of Qing's lips were slightly hooked, and his tone was still a little indifferent, but the movements in his hands did not stop fanning the flames for more than half a minute.

"I didn't, I just ......."

"Donors don't need to worry, poor monks are not such superficial and pedantic people." The man sighed slightly, as if he was a little helpless.

That being the case, why not break the jar and break He Dangli simply stalk his neck to learn ducks. "Is it okay for the master to help me, as the saying goes, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter." Between the eyebrows, there seems to be a scarlet spring peach blossom, and even the sound is delicate and charming, like a kitten in estrus in spring.

"The donor needs the help of the poor monks." The man inadvertently blew lightly on her earlobe, and He Dangli almost had a weak leg to explain here.

"Just the master's hand......." Xu said something unspeakable, and his face was slightly red.

"The donor is needed.... Poor monk.... The last few words seemed to be really difficult to speak, so that Qinghe subconsciously silenced.

But both of them know each other.

"Master, you will send the Buddha to the west, and you definitely don't want to see me so uncomfortable." The rippling phoenix eyes are blurred at the moment, and the white porcelain little face is full of glamorous colors that make people want to be humiliated and ruthlessly damaged, and the red lips are slightly open, which can be glimpsed into the fragrance.

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Kiyoi couldn't wait to put her hand on her rosy little mouth. Don't listen to her make any sloppy water sounds. But strong self-control tugged at him, telling him that it was not yet time.

The more delicious things are, you have to wait until the end to taste them slowly, so that they can taste and melt into the marrow.

The impatient rough little hand took the man's hand and put it in the slightly open peach blossom garden, knowing that he was ashamed, and he wanted to forget it for a while.

But when the man's big hand was covered with uninjured places, the little struggle and reason in his mind had long been forgotten.

The rest is full of endless madness, and I can't touch the head and can't see the end.

"But that's it." The slender fingers pierce the pink petals, revealing the pink stamens inside.

With just a slight touch, the morning dew flowed out as if it had been benefited. And the petals are even more interesting, layered so much that they don't want to let people go for half a minute. It's like a pitcher plant trying to devour its prey.

He Dangli, who was in a state of confusion, snuggled up to the man so obediently, sniffing the smell that belonged to him, and he didn't know what he was doing, what year it was.

The attention of her whole body was focused on someone at the moment, but fortunately she knew that she was in the barracks now, and she didn't dare to scream.

Even the volume of his speech was deliberately kept low, for fear of being heard by the patrolling outside.

The plum blossom tent is smiling, and it is difficult to be happy and rushed. Bai Meisheng's spring soul is chaotic. The entrance of the cave is shallow and deep. The green trees bring the wind and the green waves, and the safflower penetrates the heart in the rain.

"The donor is really a man made of water." He Dangli didn't hear what the man said clearly in the end, and her legs were already limp and let the man hold her body like cleaning the mire.

The whole person was like a lost soul, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The hands that used to wipe her body gradually changed the smell of her feet.

The tiny fingers have also been replaced by other things.

The spring in the cave is full of square inches, and the butterflies love a spring among the flowers. It is clear that you and I are difficult to distinguish, and God is sent to match people. The room is full of absurdity, and the spring day is unspeakable.

He Dangli suddenly felt it in the middle of the night in a daze, only to feel that something had hit her waist, and it was uncomfortable. And because of the back injury, she is not healed, and the whole person is purely sleeping on her stomach, and sometimes she sleeps very unsteadily, like a ghost pressing the bed.

The sound of the man's breathing was close at hand, sniffing the sweet smell of Canaanite wood, and thinking of the master doing such things with a calm face today. I only felt a wave of heat surging under me, and even my face seemed to be exposed to the sun.

Qinghe didn't seem to be sleeping comfortably tonight, and noticed that someone in the darkness was staring at him intently, and then quickly opened his eyes.

"The donor can't sleep." The dull and deep male voice has a hoarse and lazy meaning.

He Dangli felt even more uncomfortable, but fortunately it was in the dark now, and the master couldn't see that her face was as red as a monkey's ass, otherwise she would really have no shame on Jiangdong's father.

"No, maybe I slept a little too much during the day, so I didn't sleep a little at night, and the master couldn't sleep." She actually lied, and the truth was really hard to tell.

"Hmm." Qinghe always separated a fist of her when he shared a bed with her at night, for fear that he would accidentally press and touch her wound.

The two of them were silent for a long time at the moment, and neither of them spoke, so long that He Dangli thought that Qinghe was about to fall asleep again.

The pillow man suddenly spoke; "Have you ever smelled something from the donor?"

"No, I didn't." The legs under the brocade quilt unconsciously clamped their legs again, and a delicate red lip bit out tooth marks slightly.

She felt that she might be sick, or that she was hopelessly ill.

"Master, can you tell me what you smell?" He Dangli quietly moved away from the man a few points, she felt that they were too close, even if they had done something very intimate, but she still felt a little embarrassed.

But in the next second, the words that came out of Qinghe's mouth couldn't help but make her want to die on the spot.

"It tastes like the benefactor has today." Before she could abandon the quilt and run, the man's next sentence completely nailed her to the spot and couldn't move; "The donor is emotional again." Not an inquiry or a statement, but an affirmation.

Ying Ting's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was a little incredulous.

"I'm not, I'm not." denied it three times, He Dangli is like a duck who has been choked by the neck at this moment, and he wants to refute it when he stalks his neck.

I don't know that in the eyes of men, it's more like a cuteness that wants to be covered.

"Don't be too worried and shy, it's just human nature, follow the most primitive desires/desires of the body." In the darkness, Qinghe sighed, and under his calm voice, he seemed to be trying to endure something.

It was quiet outside the tent, and not even half of the footsteps of a patrolman could be found, and the silence was a little frightening.

He Dangli endured his shame / intention, and even thought of the way of things on top; "So what the master is also human is? Chromophobia also, or the same compliance with the inner thoughts? "I even have a faint expectation in my heart.

"Poor monks are neither Buddhas nor gods, they have their own."

Seeing the man admit it so frankly, He Dangli was happy and ashamed.

The good thing is that the master also has feelings for her, but the shame is that he is too shameless. What's more, in such a quiet night, lonely place for men and widows, it is simply bald.

"Then I'll help the master, just like last time." Remembering the last experience, one face turned even redder, and he began to reach out and grope in the dark.

The man didn't say yes or refuse, thinking that it was silent, so that her guilt was a little less than that.

It was the first time he had done such a thing when he was so old, not to mention that the other party had saved her several times and was honest with her. The sense of morality in her heart made her even more excited.

I just feel like I'm like a disciple, a color embryo, the kind that can't move when I see a man.

But before she could make a move, the big thing that had been silent for a long time got up strongly. Confined her to the head of the bed, so that her legs fell to her knees and her face was buried in the soft pillow.

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The stamens were already stained with dewdrops, and the small and delicate petals could not even withstand too much dewdrops, and were sliding down.

"Great, Master .... ." As soon as the exclamation was uttered, the whole person leaned forward a few times.

Then I only felt a tingling of my scalp. And the man's hand is a little different from the woman's hand.

Sometimes even He Dangli thinks that his hands are a little small, although the five fingers are slender, but he still feels a little strange, especially when compared with real men's hands, it is more small.

I didn't think it was anything before, but when I compared it to a real man's hand, I could see the difference.

Her somewhat mutilated soul was replenished in this instant.

She didn't even know that the master couldn't bear it anymore, and was venting on her fiercely, his eyes dark like a wolf, and like a beast finally eating the prey of her dreams.

Outside the tent, it was snowing again, and the crystal clear snowflakes became filthy sewer ditches when they were stained with dust, and the soldiers patrolling outside began to open their mouths to curse their mothers and the damn thief.

The spring days in the tent are continuous, the begonia flowers are blooming, and the brocade tent is in love with the spring night. The face is blushing and dark, the rouge sweat jade body is crossed, Chen Xing's eyes are drunk, and the two love each other and hate the rooster.

The rest of the matter, He Dangli couldn't think of a reason, but he knew in a daze that he would taint the master of pure heart and few desires, ice and jade, and not nearly half of the worldly red dust. It's not like it's defiled once.

And there are two things, and there are two and three.

When he is all well from his body, he once again asks the war to lead the troops to fight the war and avenge the dead.

When she returned to the tent, she happened to see Qinghe packing her things, and her footsteps paused when she came in, which was a little timid.

"Master, are you leaving?"

"The poor monk has been chattering here for many days, and it is time to say goodbye to Tongli'er." With intimacy, even the names of each other have a bit of lingering meaning.

"Will the Master come back to see me?" He Dangli hugged the man's waist and buried his head in it, the tip of his nose was astringent, and his eyes were sour. Even the psychology is mixed, and I don't understand why this emotion comes from.

"Fool, I'm just near Maple Leaf Town, and I'm just leaving the barracks for a while. Besides, you are here, and I will come back to find you. He rubbed her neatly tied hair.

"Oh." She was so stupid that she almost forgot about this, not to mention that even if the master didn't come to her, couldn't she go to the master?

He Dangli stood on tiptoe again and kissed the corner of the man's slightly cold lips, and said; "Can the master leave tomorrow, and stay with me tonight. Otherwise, I'm afraid that I won't see the master for a long time. ”

"Okay."