Until, when Shen Yu felt that he could no longer hold back, he let go of her lips in time, but his arms tightly imprisoned her in the undulating chest.

Fang Ruxi's body had already been trained by Nangong Mingyu, and she was very sensitive, fortunately, there was lake water to cool her down at any time today, otherwise, she thought, Shenyu could bear it, and she couldn't help but eat him.

"Wushuang, am I asking for hardship?" Shen Yu spoke, with a heavy gasp.

He loved the feeling of kissing her, but he didn't want to ask her when his body was controlled by eyebrow pills, it would be unfair to her, and he wouldn't do it.

Although, he knew that if there was no eyebrow medicine, he would be holding her and kissing her like this at the moment, and he also wanted her desperately, but ......

After taking medicine and not taking medicine, he felt different, so he endured it, and at the last moment, prevented himself from making mistakes.

Fang Ruxi's body moved uncomfortably, and the cold lake water once again flooded her body, allowing her sanity to slowly return.

She swallowed her saliva, her eyes were red, and she replied with a big pant: "I'll sing to you, okay?" ”

She didn't want to answer his question, maybe she was distracting him.

Otherwise, he was tortured by eyebrow medicine, but she was tortured by him.

Both of these people were born in the double heaven of ice and fire.

“…… Good. ”

……

The lips opened, the pure and ethereal voice was very penetrating, and a swan song for the ages began to flow slowly in the night, shocking those who heard it.

"The song is long and the clouds are flying and the sword is trying the world, and the white clothes are dyed with frost. When the drunken flowers were in the shade, the red face was instantaneous, the rending flowers were tears and cinnabar, and I still remember the fireworks in the prosperous dream in the song, who was wrong. ”

"The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, and the green silk has become white hair."

"The passing years are secretly exchanged with this feeling, the post side bridge head bows and whispers, the blue yellow spring and red dust are hard to find, looking back on a hundred years."

Shen Yu closed his eyes, and when he heard her beautiful words, beautiful voice, this beautiful auditory feast, his arms hugged him tighter.

The words that touched his heart were entwined in his heart in wisps, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Mirror Lake Cui is slightly low and the clouds hang down in front of the beautiful woman's tent to secretly draw eyebrows, who is asking Jun Hu not to return, this love is just fireworks and love to part, pour a thousand cups of wine, and pour Zhu Yan to sleep."

"What is the light cold and twilight snow, people are sad for many years, and they should not regret this life."

"Shanshan goose words go and come back, the flowers bloom and get drunk for no reason, but I owe someone a cinnabar tear."

Cinnabar Tears

In the quiet night, it was originally because of the fire of desire and hope tumbling in his body, but after listening to Fang Ruxi's singing, he began to slowly immerse himself, which made people's hearts start the most primitive longing, and aroused the infinite melancholy in Shen Yu's heart.

The fetters of grievances and hatred, Huarong has passed away, and the streamer is fleeting, and it is long gone.

Shen Yu lowered his head and locked on the person in his arms with deep eyes, what did this person go through, the sound of the piano and the song were particularly clearly expressed.

The ethereal fairy sound is like a fairy sound from outside the sky, penetrating people's eardrums and hitting the deepest part of the heart!

The dusty, the depressed, the infinite melancholy, the sorrow of grievances, have all broken through the ground and danced together with the peerless words.

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The first shift on the 12th

ps: Wow, Chenchen bowed again and thanked the dear ones who gave the reward. Today it seems that more and more must be added.

Thank! (When the rain falls, the flowers fall into the dust and the ink is fragrant), (Mingxin dance), book friends 1595656704