The voice of His Majesty the Emperor is very light and light, as if whispering in Nalan Mo's ear.

This fluttering sound can strike directly at the bottom of his heart, like, and like another, himself speaking.

Although he closed his eyes, his mind was thoughtful, and he followed the words of the emperor to weave a picture of male and female love.

The body is uncomfortable. This is a kind of discomfort he has never experienced before.

Not really uncomfortable, but a kind of tangle and stimulation that seems to be stepping on the edge of joy.

His finger moved several times under the quilt, and even moved the place, but in the end, he did not touch that place.

He wants to hold back.

He told himself that he must hold back.

This is not where he can be wanton.

He should be careful not to indulge his desires.

"Be careful, be careful ..."

There was a soft whisper in the ear, like a fine mist.

The word of caution should have been serious, but it should have been hardened.

But the soft voice in my ear is gentle and lingering.

The word "shenzhi" made him hear countless emotions.

It's like being wrapped around the tip of the tongue.

His eyes closed tighter subconsciously.

This is hallucination. This is hallucination. He has to keep his own heart. He has to keep to himself.

"Be careful, be careful, be careful ..."

This sighed, as if the lover's disappointment murmured, but also as a lover's eerie pleading.

His body was frozen.

The smell of Xinxiang filled the nose and mouth, making his brain seem to be some Hunchun.

He froze and did not dare to move.

Soft lips touched his stiff, cold lips.

This tenderness is like countless dreams.

He wanted to open his eyes but didn't dare.

This is a dream, and he doesn't want to wake up in it.

"Be careful, be careful ..."

He listened to the soft voice, never thinking that his words would be so nice.

Hearing a kind, just listening to the call, he felt that his body was soft, and his heart was like being trapped in the warm water, sinking unconsciously.

The soft tongue pried open his lips and broke into his mouth.

The sweet liquid was flowing in his mouth, making his thirsty body even more unbearable. He just wanted to draw and draw these sweet liquids.

He was breathing slowly, his stiff hands holding the woman's face unknowingly, raising his head slightly, urgency, from passive to active, drawing juice from her mouth.

He felt as if he had found a point of relief, but it didn't seem to be enough, not enough, and he wanted more.

Want a lot.

The woman's hand spit fire on him, turning him who was on the verge of collapse into a ball of irrational fire.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the woman close at hand.

Such an illusion, such a dream, is too unreal.

Even this woman is unreal.

He stared at her delicate red lips, listening to her softly calling: "Be careful, be careful, be careful ..."

Such a nice name!

He watched her lips open and close her lips, listening to her voice like a fascinating voice.

When he opened his eyes, those black and white clear eyes gradually closed one layer after another.

He leaned closer, learning from her, kissing her lips and lingering.

It ’s so fragrant.

Her fingers had unbuttoned his lining, and he could not hold him by his obscene pants.