His voice was cut off in the silent flames of candles.

A woman's dark fragrance suddenly rushed into the Adam's apple of his neck, and the slight coolness hit him and licked and sucked lightly. Then he boldly went all the way up, the rough and dark green beard slag was scorching, and it was ironed with a wet but hot soft touch.

In an instant, the smell of blood and the tingling sensation on his thin lips brought him back to his senses.

Yao Yun tilted his head slightly, his hands against his chest, and his lips were originally white and colorless

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