took the initiative to do something that was not ashamed, and the face of the painting heart was also red, and he closed his eyes, not daring to look at the same dust as the light.

The cold little hand poked into the wet front of Heguang Tongchen, I don't know if her hand was too cold or too provocative, Heguang Tongchen's whole body was excited, and almost subconsciously hugged her waist.

"Heart. He Guang Tongchen slowly screamed, his voice hoarse, suppressed hoarse and helpless.

He let the painting heart light fire everywhere on him, doing skin-to-skin blind dates, ambiguous to this point, he is not advancing, nor is he retreating.

With a bang, the painting heart peeled off the white robe that was as white as the light and the dusty moon.

His tight skin was exposed in the ice and snow, not cold to the bone, but burning all over.

Huaxin remembered what she had heard about the humiliation he had suffered for her in Linxian Pavilion that night, and her palm stroked the scars on his back inch by inch, and she was moved and distressed.

The body of the same dust as the light was hot, but the hand of the painting heart was still cold, as cold as snow, and the red lotus karmic fire in his body was burning more and more on her snowy fingertips.

"You love Qing Chu so much, don't you want a child of your own?"

The stiff knuckles of Heguang Tongchen suddenly cooled, and the painting heart had already held his hand and placed it on his flat lower abdomen.

When she was pregnant in the early Qing Dynasty, she had been caressed countless times with Guangtongchen, but at that time he treated her as a mother, a patient who needed his care, and now he was touching a young woman at his fingertips, a girl on the tip of his heart.

Huaxin's body was obviously very cold, but his fingertips were scalded with the same dust as the light, but Huaxin didn't spare him, pressed his hand and raised it to the placket on his chest, raised his fingers, and lightly untied Luo Xiang.

"Don't you want to see the old wounds in my heart that don't heal?"

The moment her clothes slipped off, something seemed to explode in his mind, and the last trace of clarity on the spiritual platform that he was struggling to hold immediately collapsed.

At the moment when he was at a loss, she suddenly pounced on him, pushed straight down on the snow, stacked them on top of each other, and crushed the falling flowers on the ground.

"Chenchen, I don't want to be a goddess, and I don't want you to become a Buddha, let's be the most ordinary couple and die together, okay?"

As she spoke, her kiss fell, cold and hot.

Cool on lips.

Burning in the heart.

"Hmm" He Guang Tongchen snorted in a low voice, and his body tensed almost instantly.

He thought, she can let go of her knot and be with him without hesitation, why is he as timid as a coward?

Is he still a man?

It doesn't matter what kind of life he is in the world, what is more important than her?

How would he know that those obstacles could not be overcome without trying?

couldn't help it, he hugged her with his backhand, and he turned over and pressed her tightly under him, and the emotions that had been suppressed for thousands of years all exploded at this moment.

In the falling snow, in the white world shrouded under the moon-white brocade robe, their fingers were intertwined, and they were entangled to death

"That wolf-hearted, dog-lung-stinky and shameless woman, the son is so good to her, she actually does such a bad thing with that monk!"

Chou Er glanced at Shuyi, who was standing straight on the moon platform, and reminded him in a low voice, "Be cautious." ”

"Be cautious of what to say!" Wu Qi snorted coldly, "There are many beautiful women in this world, and I don't know what the son likes about her, it's just that the gentle and virtuous lady is not touched at all, and she is so watery Yang Huatian is shameless!

Ugly Er, "Actually, he thought the same way, but he didn't dare to say it.