The rainbow-like arc was pressed very straight, and their hearts were very close.

This is true nephrite.

The tip of my nose is filled with the fragrant fragrance of her vagina.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, hugged her, and still made no other movements.

"Hmm~"

Su Xiaoxiao made a few coquettish nasal noises, stretched out a plain hand as white as jade and as skin as gelatin, and reached for Zhao Rong's big hand.

Just as his fingertips touched it, Zhao Rong grabbed his hand in an instant.

Like a deer in the forest, Su Xiaoxiao shrank her little head, with a timid expression and delicate eyes. She looked up at her lover weakly, waiting for the punishment for making a mistake.

Zhao Rong let go of her slender wrist, gently held the catkins with both hands, lowered his head and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, he rubbed a few of her fingertips.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao opened her mouth slightly, her big and beautiful eyes blinking, her eyes darting back and forth on Zhao Rong's face and the hand she was holding.

Zhao Rong asked a strange question.

"Did you get pricked by a needle while embroidering the sachet?"

"Um."

Su Xiaoxiao's nasal voice was soft.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and gently sucked a few green-green fingertips.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled, her eyes overflowing with love.

Zhao Rong breathed for a while, then suddenly slurred his words:

"Wait a minute... I'll take you... to change the embroidery needle to play with."

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

He blinked, his eyes clear.

I don’t know what Lang is going to do, to investigate her female celebrity?

However, he nodded quickly and blankly.

Not long after.

Beside the fire was a large robe.

There were two people hiding inside.

A scholar, a little fox demon.

A certain bow was gently pulled.

The lotus embroidery follows a certain curved arc and falls silkily.

The night is getting deeper.

The moon is hidden in the clouds.

The light inside the barrier dimmed, and the flames danced silently.

Everything is quiet...
Chapter completed!