When Ximen Qing saw that it was Pan Jinlian who came with hot water, his face was a little square, and the grinding goblin had just been sent away, this was another amorous demon? She is more powerful than Chunmei's girl, not to mention anything else, but with the name Pan Jinlian, how many people can't hold it, can she still live, and she has to force herself to drive on the road?

Looking up and down this Pan Jinlian, she is sixteen or seventeen years old, although she is not as ripe as a woman like Lin's, there is a style between her eyebrows, which makes people have evil thoughts, and wants to bite down, full of fragrant lychees, this golden lotus is the lemon that has not yet grown, but there is already a green and astringent taste, and she has her own Xuanyi flavor, if she urges it so much, it will be ripe, and now Ximenqing doesn't mind swallowing him in one bite, if he is incarnated as a beast, it is also within the scope of acceptance, this is sent by yourself, no wonder I destroy the flowers with my spicy hands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are male thieves and female prostitutes in the stomach, but you can't be anxious on your face, otherwise you won't become a pervert? Ximen Qingdan was bitterly reserved, "Jin Lian, why are you here?" How can you be called to do this kind of rough work? Are all those little guys eating dry rice? ”

"Officials, I don't blame them, I asked for it myself."

"Oh, then you put it down, I'll get it." Ximenqing said and walked quickly, couldn't help but say, and carried the bucket by himself.

"Official, I'd better come."

"Don't be an old official in the future, an official, that's what an outsider called, if you are willing, call me Brother Qing."

"Hmm...... Brother Qing. ”

"Hey, that's good, there's nothing for you here, go back to sleep early." Ximenqing regretted it as soon as he said this, this is a portrayal of not being able to chat, it was all sent to his mouth, you pushed it back, you want to give yourself two big mouths, think about the girl didn't eat, and then hit the two mouths, and if you lose, you didn't start.

Jin Lian didn't know Ximen Qing's dirty thoughts, stood in place, and never left, but said: "Brother Qing, it's all this hour, compared to the family is asleep, it's better for me to serve you, in the Wang family's mansion, I will try to serve Mrs. Lin." ”

This glutinous little accent said that Ximenqing's bones were soft and soft.

"Brother Qing, don't think I'm coarse."

Yes, when it comes to this, then it will be a hypocrite to be reserved, Ximenqing nodded and said, "Then I will bother you." ”

I don't know what I'm thinking, Ximen Qing lit a few more candles, illuminated the room brightly, he bathed under the service of Jin Lian, in ancient times, it was troublesome to dress, and it was even more troublesome to take off clothes, but now Ximen Qing is quite enjoyable.

The soft little hands kept wandering on the body, because Ximenqing was tall, in some places, Pan Jinlian had to hug Ximenqing, and for a while, the two of them were in contact with each other.

From time to time, Pan Jinlian's crimson little face looked up at Ximen Qing, there is a way to see the mountain upstairs, the snow at the head of the city, the moon in front of the lamp, the xia in the boat, and the beauty under the lamp.

Just when Ximenqing couldn't hold it, his body was cold, it turned out that the clothes were taken off quickly, only the obscene pants were left, and he coughed dryly, but he was not cheeky and took off the last one in front of people.

Stepping into the bathtub, Pan Jinlian knelt on his back and gently helped him wipe it, Ximenqing had already been a pillar of optimism, thinking about whether to find some mood, or just push it down. After thinking about it for a long time, there are still some good tunes, otherwise it seems that I don't understand the customs.

Pan Jinlian turned her head sideways, knelt on the side, held a wooden spoon for bathing in her hand and gently poured warm water from Ximenqing's body, and then took a towel and kept wiping it on his back.

The water vapor was permeated, and Ximenqing only felt that there was a warm little hand, constantly swimming on his body, so uncomfortable.

Tilting his head to look at Pan Jinlian, he opened his mouth and asked, "Jinlian, how old are you this year." ”

"Little slave twenty-nine, eighteen years old."

Ximen Qing was stunned, is it already so big? I thought I was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Raise your eyes again, Pan Jinlian's shoulders embroidered cotton brocade clothes have been stained with water vapor, a green silk shawl hangs down, even more charming, small mouth slightly open, cheeks crimson, raised the snow-white jade arms between the hands, all in Ximenqing's eyes, in the previous life, this was not hesitated to look, but at this time, it was very attractive, she was slender, kneeling on the ground at this time, long legs under the pink skirt, pinching the waist, delicate and narrow, even more beautiful.

Although it is only two nine years, but at this time, there is no green just now, the perception is already ripe, bulging chest, compared to the small bamboo shoots of Fang Chunmei, I don't know how much bigger, Pan Jinlian was seen by Ximenqing's eyes, and couldn't help but look down, Ximenqing stretched out his hand at this time, and now touched the beautiful face, and then the two fingertips reached forward slightly, touching the sharp and cold chin, the fingertips were funny and soft, and there seemed to be a strange fragrance coming to the nose, and I couldn't help but feel down.

Quite domineering raised Jinlian's jade chin, no matter how Pan Jinlian was, she didn't dare to look directly at Ximen Qing at this time, she only dodged her gaze, her eyes drooped slightly, Xu was to hide the humiliation, and said indiscriminately: "Brother Qing, is the water a little cold." ”

Ximenqing shook his head, ignored her, and just admired the color of Jinlian's figure, and half-loudly Ximenqing hooked his hand and pulled Pan Jinlian closer, and what was as straight as his eyes was a pair of wonderful softness on his chest, trembling and soft and upright, and he was beautiful and unparalleled for a while.

One hand was still holding Pan Jinlian's chin, and the other hand couldn't bear it anymore, so he leaned forward, gently, put his hand on the softness, and shook Yingying.

Needless to say, Ximenqing is sour, although through the pinching and kneading of the shirt, suddenly a touch that is not hard or not, and whether it is soft or not is transmitted from the fingertips to the heart like lingering.

The taste, the mystery is unique, and Pan Jinlian, her body seems to be electrocuted, but she feels that her girl is soft, and there is a strange sour numbness that she has never felt, although she touches it lightly through her clothes, but it touches the soul, and the body that was originally still strong suddenly turned into soft water and leaned on the bath bucket.

If you look at it from the outside, it seems that she took the initiative to send it to Ximenqing, although Pan Jinlian is not the first time to serve people to bathe, but before she was Mrs. Lin, or the little maid close to the family, where did she do such a thing for a man, but now, although she is ashamed in her heart, she always has to grit her teeth and persevere.

She had already seen the point of Ximenqing's bulge, although she hadn't tried it in person in Wang Zhaoxuan's mansion earlier, but she always understood it by hearsay, plus reading some Fengyue books, not to mention that Mrs. Lin teased her from time to time.

Seeing her leaning over, Ximen Qing stepped forward and gently stroked and played with the wisps of green silk, but felt that the tentacles were wet, but they were silky and soft, and there was a bit of warmth and touch, and when her heart was fluttering, she simply bent down and sniffed with her nose in her hair.

But I feel that a fresh intoxicating fragrance enters the nasal membrane, and the slightest trace is integrated into the lung lobes like drunkenness, which is not the fragrance of head oil, nor the fragrance of rouge, it is really the unique fragrance and body odor of the girl's hair.

Be in ecstasy!

With force in his hands, there were bursts of delicate lubrication, soft and elastic from his fingertips, mixed with the flood of Pan Jinlian's red tide, coquettish, jade nose and fan, fragrant tongue and spit, and a shy expression with scattered eyes, Ximenqing was really drunk, as the so-called wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, this is the truth.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ximen Qing got up abruptly and hugged Pan Jinlian in the bathtub, but Ximen Qing did not smash Huanglong directly, but played carefully.

Pan Jinlian only felt that Ximenqing brought her face in front of her, only breathing through a line, lingering between her crystal clear lips and nose, when had she been so close to a man, no matter how strong her will was, it turned blank at this time, and only by instinct, she put her arm on Ximenqing's shoulder.

Ximenqing looked at the bright red jade lips, his lips moved up and down slightly, trembling slightly, revealing a pink lilac tongue, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, just bit and kissed it.

ps: Lalala~~~ Hurry up and see, who knows if it will be that! God forbid!