Su Li glanced at Yuan Wuzheng angrily.

Is this person abstinent too much on weekdays?

Why is it becoming more and more shameless now?

Although you have been affected by a dream, if you are really serious and like a monk, the things that appear in your subconscious should not be these!

"Li'er is so cute."

The Taoist chief lowered his head, as if he had found some fresh toy, and used his lips and tongue together, and his hands were not idle, aiming at a certain cherry pink area, provoking, kissing, and gnawing.

Under the flexible stimulation of the sensitive body, it softened into a puddle of water, Su Li's eyes were clouded with tears, how could he still have a little chic appearance on weekdays, so he had to plead tactfully, saying:

"Please stop."

The various energies flowing in the body have shifted from the original position close to the chest to the limbs.

Although this change has freed the immortal from a life-threatening situation, he can still only feel three points of happiness at this time, and the remaining seven points are all pain.

"Li'er."

The Taoist was unmoved.

The slightly cold hand cupped Su Li's face, and the fingertips were at the corners of the eyes, gently flicking the long eyelashes.

At that moment, even the immortals couldn't guess whether Yuan Wuzheng was awake or drunk.

Because his movements are too careful and gentle, even if his eyes are full of **, like when he was poured a lot of wine that night.

"Good."

The breath that slowly exhaled made the immortal also intoxicated.

Su Li closed his eyes and turned his head very slowly.

He first kissed the back of the Dao Chief's thin ivory-white hand, and then continued to flip the palms of his hands, and each of them branded a hot kiss in the middle of the depression.

"You have me in your heart, don't you?"

Under me, it doesn't disgust you, it only makes you happy, right?

Yuan Wu looked at the immortal and asked.

That look full of multiple emotions made Su Li a little flustered, and he didn't know how to respond.

Just now, he originally wanted to calm Dao Chang's heart with a soothing kiss, and told Yuan Wuzheng to think about it by himself, and at this time, he should let go of the injured patient.

But who knows?

The Dao Master saw the Immortal's actions as acquiescence.

A moment of greed.

After all, it is the wrong thing and the wrong way.

In order for men to have such love, it takes a long and sufficient preparation.

But the Taoist chief didn't.

The only thing he exists at the moment is an obsession.

Just after Su Li finished answering the question "You have me in your heart".

Break open, align, stand up.

The action in one go, the short and urgent possession, the gentle breaking at all.

The immortal was in pain, and his tears flowed like beads with broken threads.

The glazed jade body kept him from bleeding from excessive tearing, but the pain that was superimposed with the impact of the strength in his limbs could not be weakened.

It's really heart-wrenching.

He thought with some sarcasm.

There was no pleasure at all, so that Su Li's consciousness seemed to be weakly withdrawn from his body, and he watched this primitive movement caused by a dream in mid-air.

A thick red mist wrapped around the waist of the Dao Chief.

Those who were not bothered by love in the past are now deeply trapped in the pleasure of conquest and cannot control themselves.

The immortal watched, watched.

He indulged in this hurt.

Because Su Li had already sensed that some things that aggravated the instability of the glazed immortal body were being introduced from the original Wuzheng body through the position of the intersection and defense into his own body!