When I got to the room, my uncle was safe. Take 10,000 steps back, even if I directly turn my face with this ghost now, my uncle will not be affected. Of course, I'm not going to turn on it right now. Closing the door of the room, I turned on the soft night light, because too strong the light would only cause discomfort, and in this dim light, it could fully release its anger and feel more comfortable.

Of course, when the light is not particularly sufficient, it doesn't look so ugly. Actually, it's not like that, the moment I felt its face when I kissed it, its face was changed, because the skin felt better and was extremely elastic. But because its most primitive and ugly face came into my mind preconceivedly, no matter how ever-changing it was, I still couldn't let go. In the dim light, in this hazy feeling, now its face is at the level of a graphic model on the cover of newspapers and magazines, and I naturally have no need to deliberately hypnotize myself.

"Good charm, no one is bothering us about our good things now" I looked at it gently, and then said, "Look at how I just behaved?" ”

"Very good, I will give you my first praise in thousands of years," Wei Mei said unabashedly, looking at me charmingly.

"Good charm, wait what I'm going to do and probably take away all the good things you have to say about it, do you believe it or not?" As I spoke, I suddenly hugged it, slowly walked to the bed, put her on the edge of the bed, and let him sit down.

At this moment, I subconsciously looked at it, but I didn't expect it to lower its head and avoid my eyes embarrassedly, but its body was restless, and I didn't expect it to be so shy that it trembled. An elite of Chiyou troops who has been cultivated for thousands of years, but she is such a little woman? In fact, from the moment I kissed her, I knew that it was destined to degenerate into my plaything, and now it is inseparable from me and at my mercy.

Seeing that it is like this, it would be good if it was done directly, and it would also have a strong dependence on me. This was when it was shivering with shyness, and my mother secretly told me in my body, and she told me that generally speaking, the more profound the female spirit is, the more loyal it is to love, and it may be like a cultivator like the charm, and after falling into the dragonfly of my trick "Controlling the Heart Sutra", she has completely fallen in love with me without any distractions. So it's not so important for me to go a little deeper and understand this ghost now. However, according to this logic, I reasoned that a painting skin demon like my mother, who is at the level of cultivation, may be charming and perfect on weekdays, if it is...... Before I could deduce a conclusion, I came back to my senses with the voice of "Don't think nonsense, the top priority should be to get rid of it".

The charm in front of her has really become an "infatuated girl", which is really a prophecy (note: [chèn]). Now this cute "crazy girl" is still interlocked between her legs, and her two little fingers have been circling in circles, raising her head from time to time to sneak a glance at me. For some reason, I even had a good thought in my heart, and I had the idea of letting it go. Seeing that I found it secretly looking at me, its head was buried even lower.

Well, my father had already scattered all the spirits and spirits of several of them, and he didn't continue to persecute my uncle, so I just need to know what I want to know. At this moment, I thought of a better solution.

I walked up to it with a wicked smile on my face, lowered my head and blew into its ear, then gently took its ear in my mouth. At this moment it became flushed and had no strength at all, but I let go of its ears and pushed her down on the bed.

I deliberately didn't press directly against it, but propped up the bed with one hand, while the other hand quietly moved to its face. It had no strength at all, its eyes hadn't opened since I pushed it down, and with its rapid breathing, it seemed that the third button under its collar was about to be opened. How could I possibly spare it at this time, what I have to do next is important.

I gently stroked its face and said, "Good charm, can you tell me the secret?" "Obviously, asking my secret is the most important thing at the moment.

Unexpectedly, it suddenly became very lost, looked into my eyes with a resentful face, and asked, "Is this just for this?" With that, it turned its head sideways, and tears began to flow from its eyes.

At this moment, I hesitated. This kind of gentle and sensitive little woman is very pitiful to men, which makes it difficult for a person who would have wanted to interrogate it. Like a woman who was abducted and trafficked, she was coaxed by a trafficker and finally fell in love with this trafficker. My heart is really hurt now because I don't want to be a human trafficker. A person who suppresses his inner emotions all day long, if he touches a certain string in the depths of his heart, after removing that guard, the truest side will be seen at a glance. In fact, those who seem to be very deep in the city used to be a child who would laugh when given sugar. In life, the people we can hurt are often the ones who care about you.

After a fierce battle of ideas, I let out a long wry smile.

I gently wiped away its tears with the thumb of my left hand as I moved my body over to keep our foreheads tightly together. I laughed, from the bottom of my heart. Then I rubbed its face, and I didn't think I needed to ask any more about the dispensable secrets. I chose to forget, to forget the night it hurt my uncle, to forget the past twenty years of grief and pain that caused me to lose my father, and to forget that it inadvertently showed its most primitive but ugly face because it fell in love with me.

My hands were on her cheeks, my body pressed against it, and I could feel her heartbeat despite her large bust.

"Charm, you ......" Before I could finish speaking, it reached out with its hands that had been lying flat at my sides, wrapping them around my back and around my shoulders and clasping me tightly. Looking at its eyes, which were still stained with tears after crying, I closed them. The eyelashes brushed across each other's cheeks, and in this moment, we embraced, kissed, and fell.

I don't know how long later, when I opened my eyes again, I was still on this dream, and the room was still dark. Don't think about it, the charm is afraid of the light, so she must have closed the curtains, but this nightlight must be turned on. When I was about to get up and turn on the lights, I felt sore. Turning on the light, I looked at me in the mirror, disheveled, with a deep tooth mark on my neck. Limp and limp, I decided to go back to Simmons and lie down for a while, but it was then that I realized that my charm was gone.