But as he said, he would be gentle, he was trying to get her into a cruel way, was it her fault?

She knew that her flesh was softer than that of an ordinary girl, and said narcissistically that she felt very comfortable when touched.

Chu Yu smiled and grinned: "Well, this is my fault."

Seeing Chu Yu's face dark, Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows lightly, held her little arm with his back hand, gently put his fingertips on her, and stroked her soft skin that was as soft as if it could absorb the palm of her palm: "Sorry, Xiaoyu, your body is easy to get out of control."

This great god is so capable - pretending!

Chu Yu looked at him, and at first he felt a little complicated, but then he couldn't help but roll his eyes a little while when he looked at himself in a mess.

Even the violent and violent aura of wind and thunder that had been suppressed and hidden in his body dissipated, or it was hidden in the abyss of the sea.

Xiu Bai Suying, who was sitting quietly, was not like the waves of desire. The red waves came out of the water. Apart from the cold and delicate eyebrows, she was a little lazy and confusing, and she could just sit in the temple and accept the incense and kneel down.

But he saw that his hair was covered with black hair and was tied neatly on top of his head with a jade crown. Even the two strands of long hair left on his cheeks fell meticulously on his chest. His robe with plain white embroidered dragon cloud patterns had no wrinkles at all. The pipa tray buttons on the hot weather were still tightly clasped to the top one.

Chu Yu sat up with his messy clothes and turned to look at Qin Sheng.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" A simple and elegant jade bone hand reached over and took the handkerchief over.

...

The gentleness after the storm cannot cover up her waist being torn to pieces. She still dared not make a sound in the carriage, and she kept holding on to the mermaid meat.

Chu Yu lay down weakly, not wanting to move. She raised her hand and slowly pulled off the veil from her eyes, glanced at the red marks and purple on her snow-white shoulders, and wanted to cry without tears.

What a man said on the bed was trustworthy, and indeed the sows would climb up a tree.

Who said he would be gentle?

gentle?

...

Like the gentlest soothing of spring breeze and drizzle.
Chapter completed!