“In my eyes, you are my Redeemer, my beloved.”

“But what am I in your eyes?”

When Xia Shuyu put these two sentences as the end, the sensual Rita began to wipe tears.

Originally, she was still very despised the twilight of the hilly plume, thinking that this woman was simply shameless, and obviously there were already girlfriends in the season, and there was no self-respect at all.

But now, after listening to Xia's voice from the bottom of her heart, her heart is only moved and understood.

Think about it, if you change yourself to Xia's hilly poetry feather, I'm afraid you will make the same choice as her?

With tears in her eyes, Rita looked forward to the seasonal response.

Although Xia's voice was not very loud, before and after, he also said for nearly an hour before and after, and he was talked in his ear for so long that even a pig woke up.

If you dare to live up to the hill, I will make you look good!

Unknowingly, Rita has been a little biased towards Xia's hilly poetry plume, and even she still thinks in her heart that if she can use this incident to break the feelings of seasonality and whiteness.

In this way, the wounded white will definitely go back to England with her!

Just when she thought so, she heard the choke in the bed and said, "You are my beauty."

“...”

The dead silence.

When he first entered the door, Xia's mood was very calm, and the mood was also very large.

But after completely confiding her inner words, her whole person calmed down and quietly waited for the answer of the season.

She felt that she was in a strange state, and no matter what the answer was, she felt that she could accept it calmly.

After all, what she has to say is that she will no longer have regrets and no more fear.

However, the answer of the season empty, or let her eyes widened, full of black question marks.

Rita was the same, she thought of many kinds of answers, but did not expect the seasonal answer to be so.

Awesome?

What the hell is this?

These words came out in both of them at the same time.

In the face of their own situation, the season is also a heart.

In fact, he has never slept, the back and a wonderful delicate body are close together, a pair of plump Europeanists on his back, as a kind of natural boy, how can he sleep?

So the words of Xia's hilly poetry feathers, he listened completely in his ears.

To say that the heart is not moved is false, and he also knows that this is Xia's Hill Shiyu who wants to ask for an answer.

Of course, I like the poetry of Xia, and the answer is undoubtedly.

But after all, the season is a person with a low level of shame, some shame words are simply embarrassed to say, not to mention a Rita hidden under the bed, some words he is even more embarrassed to say.

More on it.

"What am I to you" and "You are my beauty" simply match God?

After that, he reacted, this is in Japan, so there is no Youlo Mei here, and saying this kind of thing in such a very serious moment, it seems that some are not suitable...

“Jin, are you teasing me?”

Xia's voice was a little annoyed and cold, and what she had just said was so emotional and sincere, but the season gave such an inexplicable answer, which made her slightly annoyed.

Seasonal responded with his actions.

One of his rolls over, he pressed the cemetery plume below, and then blocked her cherry lips.

After a ten-minute kiss, Ji emptied his head and looked at the disorienting eyes of Xia Hill Shiyu: “This is my answer, Xia Yue, you are my woman, and you can only be my woman!”

"What a perverted possessiveness, scum, but it's not to be hated."The Xia Shuyu who got the answer he wanted smiled lightly and was coquettish.

“You don’t have a tongue to die?”

Ji Yu gently slapped her petite, this action he wanted to do very early, but before because of all kinds of scruples dare not do it.

Now that the relationship between the two people has been established, it is natural that there is no such scruple.

After the pat is changed to a caressing, even if it is separated from a layer of pajamas, the seasonal air can also feel the delicate and fat of Xia's hilly poetry and hips, especially her slight delicateness and water snake-like writhing waist and limbs, but also let the season empty heart fire.

But the thought of a man lying under the bed, he forced the fire to suppress it.

“Go to sleep.”

With a pause, the season got up and turned off the headlights.

When I sat up from the bed, I looked at my face, and Xia's hilly poetry plume lay on the bed in a beautiful side-sleeping position, but it was covered with a very thin thin waist and abdomen.

In the light, the white translucent pajamas, the plump hips looming, and the slender waists formed an amazing s-shaped, a pair of slender **s length** stretched down, reflected by purple pajamas like the snow deposited in the Andes.

Ji Yu did not dare to look again, turned off the light, and after lying down again, Xia's hilly plume immediately drilled in, and found a comfortable position in his arms.

The season air hugged her, feeling that it was slippery everywhere, the nose was full of the incense on the shamanic plume, where there was a person under the bed, and he kissed the lip palsy of the cede of the pine.

He could clearly feel the temperature of Xia's hilly plume rising sharply, and in order to avoid the situation from being out of control, he could only immediately stop the entanglement of his lips, kissed her forehead and said softly: "Sleep."

The hymn of the hymns is unknowable.

He hugged her, his heart throbbing.

He had always been very confident in his self-control, but now it doesn’t seem to be such a thing at all.

Especially when the woman is willing, it is too difficult to take care of herself.

If only the two of them were good here, they would have done it without a big deal, anyway, his relationship with Xia Yue Shiyu had already reached this point.

There was a Rita lying under the bed.

No matter how free the season is, it will not be staged in the spring palace in front of a woman who only knows one day.

So he had to shrink his lower abdomen back, like a big shrimp to bow up his body, to avoid the small season empty encounter something that should not be encountered.

Fortunately, he today in the painting Linai there handed over enough food, the body is already very tired, the small season is also some listless, coupled with the heart has been meditative Feng sister ah, Furong sister ah and other "excellent women", the heart finally calmed down.

After nearly an hour, he finally slept.(Not yet completed.If you like this work, you are welcome to start () to vote for the recommendation, monthly ticket, your support, is my biggest motivation. m.