Yange did not die of course.

In fact, after a toss, Shi Jie realized that he seemed to be under a routine.

With a slump in his face, he leaned against the bed and lit a cigar. Erlang's legs were raised high, and his big feet kept shaking.

He narrowed his eye sockets next to him, his face turned red, like a flower moisturized by rain, and a vivid song.

Shi Yan's expression grew more and more surly.

This is the woman he has moisturized.

The small white flat flower was instantly moisturized into a peony flower.

Look at her tender face, I can't make it out with a handful.

When Shi Yan thought so, he sipped his cigar in his mouth, and stretched out his hand on Yan Ge's face, "You just wanted me to do you?"

Yan Ge squinted his eyes, and the expression on his face was like reminiscing about the beautiful and harmonious pictures just now.

She didn't answer and held the quilt in her arms.

She didn't even bother to slap his face.

Shi Yan simply rubbed her cheek on the other side, watching her face become more red and charming, and then she was satisfied with the deal. Is that right? "

Yange: "I don't have any clothes. Go and find me some clothes."

Shi Yan: "I will not go."

Yange lifted his eyes and slanted him, "Don't you give me clothes, are you afraid I'll get dressed and leave?"

Shi Yan stared: "I'm afraid of a fart, I don't care where you go."

Yan Ge frowned slightly: "Is the pain panic below, is it bleeding again?"

She pulled Shi Yan's arm: "You hold me to take a bath, your body is wet and greasy, it's too uncomfortable."

Shi Yan took a sip of the cigar: "Go on your own, Lao Tzu never waits for a woman."

Yan Song frowned and did not speak.

Shi Yan pushed her; "Why not go?"

"It hurts." Yan Ge was impatient, and frowned at him. "It hurts even if I move it. If you walk, don't touch me if you don't help me!"

"It's so saucy just now, who said in my ears to hurry over and over again, and now it hurts, do you think I will believe you?"

Yan Yan turned around and gave him the back of his head.

Shi Yan extinguished the cigar and hugged the man towards the bathroom.

Yange struck his shoulder: "Don't you let me go, don't you wait for the woman? I don't bother you, such a rude little thing.

No matter how she fights, Shi Yan just sneers.

A pair of eyes glared wildly at the song: "Aren't you equal men and women? I treat you as a man."

His eyes fell on Yange's chest, his face disgusted: "You are no different from a man."

Yan Song's chest and hair are two inverse scales.

She smiled when she heard what she said, and she put a stone on Shi's neck: "I'm a man, what were you doing just now? I don't think you can't work **** your bed, but you are crooked here ..."

"Shit!" Being questioned about bed skills is a pain point for every man.

Shi Yan interrupted the song with a dangerous light in his eyes: "Just someone who was caught by Laozi Cao's legs and hurry up, Jiang Xiaofeng, you have to make a face, Lao Tzu is the most annoying to you.

Yange let go of his neck, and closed his eyes in his arms, pretending to die, and stopped talking.

When she talks, she can make Shimao blew hair. This is not the case anymore, Shimao is more hairy.

He sneered coldly and said, "Why? I was right when I was right, so I didn't dare to squeak? Aren't you awesome? Anything I dare not say ..."

Yange interrupted him: "It hurts below."