Ning Xuemo subconsciously didn't want to show weakness under his palm

The more she endured, the slower her skin recovered.

Han Shanyue should have thought of this too, he had to untie this knot for her to continue, otherwise he would be busy again.

"Xue Mo, do you remember what day it is" His subordinates were full of energy, and suddenly asked such a sentence.

Ning Xuemo's forehead was already sweating: "Ah" She really couldn't remember it for a while.

"If you don't run away from marriage, today is the day we get married, and now it's dark, and it should be the night of candles in our cave room" The magnetism of his voice seemed to be mixed with a hint of ambiguity. The palm of his hand moved up a little more than half an inch, and the edge of his palm had already touched her top secret

The flower candle in the cave room, such as the flower man, should have done these things on her

There was a bang in Ning Xuemo's mind, and a picture seemed to flash in front of her in a trance.

The room was full of red and joyful, the candle shadow shook red, and in the red tent, a woman in red clothes pressed lightly on a man in a moonlight robe, and whispered with a light smile: "I won't let me take the initiative if I don't know how to spend candles in the cave room, in fact, it doesn't matter if I take the initiative."

The voice was ethereal, as if it was penetrated into the bone marrow by countless water vapors. As he spoke, the man's robe was torn open by a small hand

The woman's voice was still smiling: "I don't want to wear red on such a good day, I'm a little unhappy"

As soon as her words fell, the man who was pressed under her suddenly turned over and pressed her, and the man gasped: "I don't think it's true, but this kind of thing can't let the woman take the initiative anyway."

The clothes were scattered to the ground, and the two figures in the red tent were completely entangled.

A woman's soft moan came from inside the tent: "It hurts you, you are lighter"

The man's voice seemed to be still calm, but with a kind of hoarseness, a kind of danger: "Does it hurt, I still want you to hurt more"

The bed tent swayed, and the figures overlapped and undulated.

There was a woman's irrepressible sigh from inside the tent

Ning Xuemo felt in a trance that she had also become the woman floating in her mind, and she collapsed under the powerful attack of the man on her body, and sighed lightly.

In the bathtub, Ning Xuemo closed her eyes slightly, did not hide her feelings, and made a burst of embarrassing sounds.

The cold mountain moon behind her has been as quiet as water, and the lake in the center of the earth is like being thrown into a stone, and it is turbulent. Under the floating qi and blood, his body trembled, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He hurriedly gathered his mind and hugged Yuanyi, his palm kept moving on her, covering it densely, not letting go of every inch of skin, but he was hypnotizing himself in his heart, and his palm caressed a piece of warm pork belly.

His eyes were fixed on her gray hair, and with the powerful hypnotism in his heart, he finally settled his mind and stabilized his vitality to cast spells again

Because Ning Xuemo had really entered the state, coupled with his precise mental action, the skin on Ning Xuemo's body recovered much faster, and his legs and waist became tighter inch by inch, and more elastic inch by inch

Wherever his palms went, it was as if he had been cast the magic of restoration, turning stones into gold and decay into magic.

With the gradual recovery of her body, coupled with her moving soft groan, Han Shanyue, whose mind was as solid as a rock, finally couldn't hold it anymore

He felt that he still thought highly of himself

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