Tulle peony gold flower red cloth body, depicting peony color butterfly gold line under the jacket is snow-white jade ups and downs, the amplitude is not large, in the small and lovely, especially under the background of a lifetime of ice muscle / jade / bone, beautiful and glamorous.

Under the slender jade neck, the crisp/chest is like clotted white jade, half-covered and half-hidden, with a bundle of plain waists, not a hand. A pair of even, jade-like legs were bare/bare, and there was a string of prosperous and wealthy golden bells at each of her ankles, which rang as she unconsciously moved. The beautiful petite lotus feet dyed with vermilion cardamom are also silently enchanting, sending out seductive invitations. If the shoulders are cut into the waist, if the muscles are condensed, the air is like a quiet orchid. Coquettish and boneless.

How could she dress herself up like such a charming and cheap thing, He Dangli was so angry that she wanted to scratch her head, and the most important thing was that it seemed that she couldn't seduce the master at all if she wore it like this???

"If you are sleepy, you can rest for a while."

"No, I'd like to stay with the master for a while." He Dangli saw that the place he had arranged for himself was quite well prepared, with soft pillows with gold threads, white furry blankets, a gilded hollow incense burner with incense on the side, and there were four or five kinds of pastries on the small table, all of which were her favorite snacks, dried fruits and several books.

Qinghe was busy with his head down, He Dangli was not far from him, took the book and sat quietly aside, listening to the birds chirping outside the corridor of Jiuqu, and the cicadas sounding in the sand mountain.

He Dangli read for a while, nibbled on sweet and glutinous pastries from time to time, and enjoyed himself, a pair of snow-white jade legs covered by tulle inadvertently / bare, and even the beautiful and petite lotus feet dyed with rouge were silently enchanting, sending out a seductive invitation.

Dark as obsidian eyes, watery and misty, this is a woman who exudes charm and seductiveness from her bones, she seems to be seducing men all the time, pulling men's nerves.

Qinghe naturally knew that she was born extremely beautiful, like a seductive goblin, who had been dominating his gaze strongly. I couldn't even read half of the poems, and I kept shouting frantically in my head.

Possess her! Break her! Grind and cry her!

He Dangli saw the master looking at her and endured it for a long time. A pair of narrow phoenix eyes that were slightly raised flowed and said softly: "Master? But I just dropped the scum when I was eating? "I didn't even think that I was the culprit, and how badly dressed I was.

Qinghe just glanced at her, coughed lightly twice, and didn't say much.

Although he didn't say anything, it was enough for He Dangli to reflect on what the problem was, and even pulled the peony gold thread jacket up to cover it, but for some reason not only did not wrap it up for half a point, but pulled it down a lot.

But in the next second, her movements seemed to be out of her control, twisting her waist and walking towards the master.

Sticking it from behind, his arms obediently wrapped around the man's delicate and powerful waist, standing on tiptoe, and hazing like a landau; "The master is just looking at Li'er and losing his mind."

"Not really." Qinghe pursed his lips slightly, and subconsciously said something against his will, and could only pinch the fingertips of the book bones and clench them a little white.

"That's so sad, the master doesn't want to leave the master, but the teacher has always thought about the master." The dress on the woman's body is already as thin as nothing, but at this moment, if it is so attached, the man's body temperature can be transmitted through the clothes.

Groove !! The other He Dangli kept scolding people in his heart and swiping the screen. It wasn't her who said that!

She didn't, she wasn't!!

Although she is a greedy master, she never thought that she would really defile the master and pull people off the altar!!

"Li'er's body is not completely healed, don't forget that my thing is too big, I almost hurt you last time." Qinghe put down the poetry collection that he had never read half a sentence in, and touched the woman's untied hair lovingly.

"But Li'er doesn't hurt anymore, does Li'er just want the master to kiss and touch Li'er, where is Li'er looking good in the book, or is Li'er already not good-looking in the eyes of the master." The ruddy little mouth pouted slightly, like looking up and kissing.

And down, it's already a little messy, and you can even see the pink peach blossom in that small ditch. It can make people recall the soft and smooth touch, fragrant like clotted fat, which makes people linger and eat into the taste.

"Master, are you okay with me?" The peachy eyes are full of mist, and the tail tip is dyed with a delicate crimson begonia flower, gently rubbing, smudging a large piece.

"I really can't help you." Qinghe smiled a little helplessly and indulgently, and pinched her upturned nose again.

Then he picked up the chaise longue next to Daoyi, pulled the silk brocade quilt and covered the person, He Dangli stared at the distraction, and his head was chaotic.

The man who thought he was puzzled suddenly knelt straight behind her, he suddenly stretched out his hand, reversed the positions of the two, and with a slightly cool fingertips, he smoothed a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks behind her ears, and hugged the person tightly into his arms.

In this way, it was like encircling him, He Dangli sat on her, forced to lower his head, quite aggrieved, and pulled the man's sleeve robe with his plain white little hand; "Don't the masters like Li'er anymore, you see you don't touch Li'er anymore, obviously Li'er is better than books." The tone was slight, with a sad and tragic relative.

And the most wonderful thing is the pair of rippling phoenix eyes that want to speak, which are also ruthless and moving.

"Nonsense." The man grabbed his hand with a little warmth, and his temples jumped suddenly, only to feel that the little thing under him was grinding tightly, and he wanted to swallow it in his mouth.

"But I miss the master, recently the master ignores the slave family, and the slave family thinks that the master doesn't like the slave family. And the master didn't kill me before, but you just said that I was talking nonsense. "The porcelain white face is a board, quite a little coquettish.

"How can I not like to leave my son, it's too late to love you."

"Then you won't kiss and hug your child." Sometimes the more you know that the other party has her in her heart, you will start to make a small fuss unscrupulously. Just because she didn't need to worry about the other party suddenly abandoning her, she walked away.

Often the favored person will always have nothing to fear.

"I really can't help you." Qinghe couldn't bear it, and he wanted to let her go because she wasn't completely well. Who would have thought that the little goblin would pester him and make trouble.

If so, why put up with it? The peony flower died, and he was also a ghost, not to mention that this was the first thing that this restless little thing provoked him.

The rough fingertips could always easily find the peach blossom source with abundant water and plants, and the murmuring of the water stream wet his entire broad hand.

It was soft and hot like a freshly baked marshmallow, and the snow white was dotted with red petals.

"Does Seihe really like me?" He should leave the apricot face and cheeks, and it is seductive, especially the color of the begonia flowers between the eyebrows.

The snow-white slender thighs bewitchingly hooked the man's waist, like a silk flower wrapped around the parasitic Teng Man.

When he left the person without drinking, the whole person was like being drunk, drunk and hazy, with a mouth, the voice was like a wild cat that couldn't bear the loneliness in spring, and heard the itching in the ears.

Qinghe's eyes were as dark as a wolf, staring at the beauty with a jade body under him, bowed his head and kissed her delicate collarbone and said: "If the poor monk doesn't like to leave the child, how can he do such intimate things between husband and wife with Li'er." Even turning his back on Buddhism, I just want to enjoy a moment of joy with you. ”

Qinghe took her hand, and kissed her reverently and sincerely on her lips: "It's not just Li'er's face, what I like more is this person, and your heart." ”

He Dangli deliberately put on a pretty pink face, withdrew his hand, put the wet finger to his lips, sniffed it, and then wiped it all on the man.

He Dangli was half leaning on the upper half of the body, pushing it down, and at the moment it was spread on the soft collapse, and in the faint light, she could see her face full of dissatisfaction, and her body moved to the bed.

"But the master didn't say anything he liked the slave, and said that the master actually just fell in love with the slave's face." It's true, but it's always so uncomfortable that it's hard to accept.

When the words fell, Qinghe said in a dumb voice: "As long as it is Li'er's everything, I like it, fool." ”

The woman's half-scattered black hair is scattered behind her back, her skin is like jade, I don't know if it is hot or the water droplets that have not dried out a layer of pale pink, and her pink cheeks are flushed, and she looks very cute.

"As long as it's a master's thing, no matter what it is, I'm also happy." The upturned delicate mouth spits touching love words.

He Dangli smiled, and then took the initiative to kiss the corner of the man's lips, like a little beast that pleases his master.

"The master believes in me, and it's good for the master to leave you to me." It's just like recommending a pillow to stay with a rich woman, and all the eighteen kinds of martial arts are all on.

"Didn't I say it, call me Qinghe in the future."

"Qinghe."

"Qinghe, master, has this also fallen into the mortal dust and become infected with the breath of the world." The woman smiled charmingly, bewildering and profound.

"What did Li'er call me?" The man knew that she couldn't bear it anymore, but he still fished her with bad intentions, grinding her up and down to the extreme.

"Qinghe."

"That's good." The master of the breeze and the moon disappeared in an instant, and became a demon monk who specializes in seducing people in the painting book.

He Dangli forcibly suppressed his shyness, and took a bite into the man's round earlobe.

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That's right, and then He Dangli was woken up alive, this dream was too terrifying and fragrant, his back was shocked into a cold sweat, and his face was covered with tide/red.

He Dangli woke up from sleep, even though he knew that it was a dream, his face was still red and his heart was beating faster.

What's even worse is that even under his body he spit out a mouthful of thick ink.

She felt that she was guilty, she deserved to die, not only did she defile the master in words and deeds, but now she even began to use her hands on the master of Bingqing Yujie in her dreams.

Or is she really in the barracks for a long time, which causes her brain to be a little abnormal? Or is it just that it's just empty for a long time, so it will lead to after meeting the master three times and twice, this way and that, brewing in the sauce?

"Adjutant Left, someone is looking for you." The soldiers who came to deliver the words outside were shouting several times in a row, and they had to wait for someone to confirm that they heard it before leaving.

"You let him in." Because of the dream that made her face blush with shame, she still blushed until now, and even spoke with a hint of sullenness.

Then the curtain lifted, bringing in a few wisps of cold air that was unique to the Northlands.

The footsteps finally stopped on her bed, and the visiting master spoke up; "If the poor monk doesn't come to look for the donor this time, the donor wants to say goodbye without saying goodbye again, which will only worry the poor monk."

He Dangli really wants to pretend to be dead now, and in her previous dream, she dreamed that she was pulling herself to be a man who could not depict the core values of socialism, and at this moment he appeared in front of her alive.

She didn't know how to deal with it, and she was ashamed.