Yange retorted the **** in his head: "Can he compare with me? You slap him as a male, but also winking and cocking his lips. This is irritating, where is there a man?"

Chicken: "After all, he is young, and it is already good to have this technology. If you don't look at him, you can teach him more, let him see your magic car skills."

Yange is still thinking about what this guy just "despised" about her chest. Naturally, he wouldn't want to teach this guy, so he ignored the words of the chicken.

Yan Ge stared at Cao Zizhen, and after a slow, he asked ironically: "Do you want to make a corpse, or do you want to salvage my corpse in the well outside tomorrow?"

"Yi is really chastity." Cao Zizhen reached out, raised her leg, stood in the center of her leg, and embraced and embraced her in his arms, making him face to face, but inch apart.

He bowed his head and kissed the eyes of his own words: "I'm so dazzled by these eyes that I really like them."

Obviously she was breathing fire.

He bit his lips again: "It's just that the words spoken aren't cute at all. If I were soaked in the water for a night, I wouldn't look so good if I was taken out of the well tomorrow. He is reluctant. "

Yange thinks that this man is actually quite talented. After all, it's the most critical thing to be shameless.

His cheek is really thick.

Finally, the hand touched the little scissors on the dresser, and Yan Ge wanted to stab Cao Zixuan's thigh.

However, the mirror on the side exposed her every move. As the scissors were about to pierce Cao Ziyi's thigh, Yan Ge's wrist was caught by Cao Ziyi.

Scissors fell to the ground, Cao Zixi lowered his head and bit his fingers into his mouth, and his peach blossoms stunned and sang the words, complaining like a grievance: "It's not worrying at all."

But the hand didn't fall at all.

He put his hand on the dressing table and threw it on the ground.

He leaned over and pressed his words on the dresser.

He grabbed her by one hand and pressed it on top of her head, and raised her leg on the other, looking at the beauties on the table. His voice was hoarse: "Oh, look, the plum blossoms on this table match your body. It looks good. "

Her body was white and snowy, and the redness on her chest was like the red plum in the snow.

This dark red dressing table has a few plum blossoms carved in the same color, and the branches extend from the corner of the table, spreading out on the side of Yange. At first glance, it looks like a deliberately created picture of a beauty painted on a fan.

The thrilling beauty is also beautiful.

He looked down at her, apparently the arrow was on the string, but he remained motionless.

Yange struggled and closed his eyes.

She is not an ordinary girl. Maybe this kind of thing was encountered by the host, she would cry crying for death, but this is not her temperament.

Really no man can make her cry and die for life.

Even if it was to die, it would be a man to die for her.

This man despised her chest, but hit her like this, one day, she had to teach this guy well.

Cao Zizhen's hot fingertips seemed to be carrying Mars, and ran across her chest a little, and finally landed on her lips.

He leaned down, scorching hot air in Yan Ge's eyes, and his voice was tangled like invisible threads in her body: "Oh, you close your eyes, do you want me to do whatever you want?"