On the side of the chapped lips, there was a faint trace of blood in the molting place, and a beam of water dripping on it, gradually staining the dry flowers, and her lip flaps slowly became delicate and regained a little blood.

Rong Xuefu leaned over again and picked up a handful of water from the edge of the pool and sucked it into her mouth, her dark eyes looked at the girl's stretched sleeping face, the corners of her lips bent, and her eyes flashed with bright streamers.

He leaned over slightly, propped his arms on the ground, lowered his head and pushed the water into the girl's slightly open mouth little by little, his lips did not come closer, but the water flowed down and gently flowed into the chapped lips.

The girl under her snorted, her thin lips pursed slightly, and she tried her best to absorb the source of sweetness, and her slender eyebrows twisted into small bumps, which seemed to be a little painful.

He raised his hand to soothe his frowning brows, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm ......"

In the haze, Mu Chujin only felt as if there were feathers brushing over his ears, gently, with demagogic magic, as if it was the low rhythm of a cello, playing slowly, flowing like a clear spring......

In the chaos, she wanted to raise her hand to grab the dying voice, but her arm couldn't exert any strength, and in a hurry, she grabbed it with her backhand, as if she had touched a piece of soft fabric, slippery, soft, comfortable and confusing......

The thin red lips overflowed with a soft sigh, with satisfaction, Rong Xue got up and wanted to stand up, but found that the cuffs were grabbed by the white and tender little hands, he gently pulled them, trying to pull them out, but without success.

He smiled softly, his eyebrows and eyes full of tenderness, and his slender fingers stroked her cheek, little by little, carefully, gently like a feather.

"Rong Xue ......" whispered, the slender eyelashes trembled, like a white butterfly fluttering its wings, a white light shot into his eyes, Mu Chujian's eyes narrowed, and he saw his gentle eyebrows and eyes clearly, and his eyes lit up.

"Rong Xue! You're not dead! She struggled to her feet, grabbed his arm, clinged to his shoulder, and the corners of her eyes were slightly wet.

In a coma, she had a dream, dreaming that he was standing in front of her covered in blood, she wanted to get close to him, but she didn't want to, she took a step forward, he took a step back, and the two could not get close......

At that time, she was so scared, she always felt that she had lost something important, which seemed to be more important than life, which made her afraid and hesitate, and her heart suddenly fell empty, and with a pinprick pain, it eroded her heart little by little.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw his light smile again, and she suddenly felt that her heart was full in an instant, as if it was about to overflow all at once, and she suddenly felt that her life was complete.

"Don't be afraid, I'm ......" The deep voice, like a light catkins gently rubbing a wound, gentle and lingering, the warm palm caresses the trembling thin shoulder, as if comforting, like the intimacy between lovers.

The slow breath brushed the ears, a little itchy and a little numb, Mu Chujin's ears were red, and he hurriedly let go, his thick eyelashes drooped, hiding the panic in his eyes, and the small lips of cherry red trembled slightly, and he bit his teeth, revealing a pearl-white tooth.

"I ...... I thought at the time...... We will definitely die ......" tangled expression, thin eyebrows tightened, cheeks reflected the shyness of the daughter's family, and there was a bewitching magic in the youth.

In the water and sky, the cave is sparkling, and the bright moonlight pours down, falling on the stone side, the pond side, among the pale yellow flowers and plants, like a crystal dew stained with hazy colors, dreamy and unreal.

Feng Rongxue only felt that the water eyes under the starlight and moonlight seemed to gather the most magnificent colors in the world, and the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers, and the Qiong Berry Yao Pond were not as good as the Ying Ying smile in her eyes.

Leaning over, attaching the cherry red lips, tasting her sweetness, between the lips and teeth, gently rubbing, at first he did not go deeper, but slowly crushed, as if trying to heal the wound between her lips.

Mu Chujin was stunned, feeling the softness of the corners of her lips, which made her heart tremble, his kiss was gentle and sweet, as if a spring rain was moistening the cracked land, so soft, and so lingering and compassionate......

He didn't go deeper, as if waiting for her consent, and seemed to tempt her to take the initiative, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and raised her head to meet his lips, her thick and slender eyelashes fluttering even more.

Sensing her pandering, Feng Rongxue was overjoyed, stirred the spiritual tongue and slowly probed into her mouth, licking and kissing the row of small shell teeth, and the small lilac tongue hidden in the petals, intertwined, extremely warm......

They are exploring and searching each other's lips, as if they are a pair of naughty children, doing the game of chasing me and running, and they are always playing.

Heavy wheezing surrounded the tip of the nose, with a slight wetness, a heat rose rapidly in the body, and fine beads of sweat gathered in the pores little by little, gradually overflowing.

I don't know when, Mu Chujin has fallen into a sea of pale yellow flowers, her body is soft like a puddle of water, ready to evaporate at any time, his fiery tenderness seems to be a kind of softener, making her moist and soft, and her eyes are confused and dazzling.

He hugged her tightly, as if to melt her into the blood and bones at once, firmly bound to his body, fine sweat slipped from his neck, and occasionally a few drops fell on her cheeks, scalding her skin, her heart, making her excited, as if she was going to drown in his tenderness and honey in the next moment.

"Rong Xue......" she murmured his name, gentle and charming, with a quick panting.

"Uh-huh......" he echoed, his snort overflowing with a strong lust, like an old wine, exuding a rich aroma.

He raised his hand and ripped open her collar, revealing her white fragrant shoulders, and her snow-like skin was suddenly exposed to the air, revealing a faint pink, like a peeled lychee, full and tender.

Under the random pulling, the lotus-colored belly pocket has revealed the richness inside, half-exposed and half-hidden, and the beauty makes him unable to take his eyes off. He let out a low voice, lowered his head and kissed it, his lips crossed gently, and a sweet body fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, burning his eyes and his heart, making him forget and sink......

In the sea of pale yellow flowers, the white fluff flies up and down, spinning in the air, light, like a flying white butterfly, naughty dancing in the air, and then gently falls on the pale yellow petals, snow-white corners, light blue skirts, and intertwined hair......

Click, click, click-

Like the sound of a woodpecker pecking at a tree, crisp and rhythmic, again and again, the two people who kissed suddenly trembled.

"What sound?" The girl in her arms asked in a dumb voice, a pair of lotus arms wrapped around his neck, and her moist black eyes stared at him nervously.