Men are not human, and they pity their master like this, and they have to be ...... like that It's infuriating.

But when I think about it, if the master is like this, it will be even more uncomfortable for the king of Dunjun to find another woman.

So, poor hostess, you are offended, bear with it, I didn't look at the little goblins recently, under the cold eyes of the king of Dunjun, all dressed up like a flower, I have written down their names, and I have almost saved a page of paper, and as soon as the master wakes up, she will complain.

Gesang Hua felt that she could go to the small Buddha hall to pray later, why was she so sad every day these days.

The king of Dunjun took off his clothes and was not as good as a beast, but when he put on his clothes, he immediately went up, at least he could be called a well-dressed beast.

"Master Fayin, please inside."

Wen Wense was neatly dressed, leaning on the couch with his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for someone to fall asleep, and he was a little coquettish.

Anyway, it doesn't look like a person who hasn't been awake for half a month.

When the pulse of the Fa Yin skin was not separated by a handkerchief, he pressed it directly with his fingers.

Lao Shi's eyes stood up suddenly, and he gritted his teeth before he could hold back.

Stinky monk, where are your dog's paws, if you can't save the phoenix, you can't kill your goblin.

A stream of true qi slowly flows up the pulse and runs for a small week.

Wen Wense's throat moved, and she gurgled twice, and Fa Yin pressed one hand against her back, as if he wanted to hold her, and pressed her down and bowed her head.

Yuan Wense spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You ......," Old Eleven stood up suddenly.

"It's a mouthful of blood, it's pressing down on the throat, and it's inconvenient to swallow. It's more comfortable to spit it out. ”

Patience, patience, patience! The word forbearance is a knife in the heart!

Fa Yin also saw it, people said that the king of Dunjun and his wife were in love, and it was true, he was a lifesaver, as if he was a hooligan, he was a virtuous monk, and many young girls didn't care if they directly entered his meditation room, and they wouldn't have a reputation afterwards, and the king of Dunjun really thought too much.

However, in this era, there are not as many taboos for women as in the Ming Dynasty, but there are a lot of them, and Fa Yin also reminded himself in his heart to pay attention to it, he didn't want to save people, but hurt people in the future, and the husband and wife were not in harmony.

"King Dunjun, you press her chest, against the beating side of the heart, with my beat, press down, release, press."

King Dunjun stepped forward like a protector, put his back against Yuan Wense's chest, pressed it a few times, he lowered his head, very painful, half loud, and then said with difficulty: "I probably don't know how to get it, come on, master, watch Xuexue." ”

This is the chest of the phoenix, and the little cubs who sent a few families to the master will be unhappy, and now, really, it's really cheap for you.

Fa Yin looked at King Dunjun's face, which was darker than the bottom of the pot, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'll press you too much." Just be willing to do it, don't break the bones. ”

The original text is simply touched!

Let Lao Shi, who is so protective of food, propose to let other men touch her chest, and Lao Shi is really Huo out.

It has to be true love!

It's not that I put her at the top of my heart, that must not be like this.

Wen Wense was like being beaten with chicken blood, she couldn't be afraid of a headache, she had to find a way to go out again.

No matter what world you are in, the most important thing for a person can only be on his own, and he can only rely on others as an assistant.