Azi, behind the cold ink Xuan, suddenly hugged him, asked aggrieved.

Cold Mo Xuan once again stiffened his body, but between the lower abdomen, he picked up the man's bath fire, and rolled his throat bluntly: "Azi! I don't hate you."

Yes, Leng Moxuan never hated Azi, although Azi hated the curtain purple, but he hated it. She was the soul of Zier, and he really hated it.

Once again, I felt the stiffness of Leng Moxuan. Azi smiled and laughed and said, "I know." Then I went back to the bed and got into the bed.

"Why? Am I so unbearable?"

Azi closed her eyes, shed tears of bitterness, and whispered in her heart.

What she wants is really simple. The love of Yunyi, she knows that she can't get it in this life. Even if she is the soul of Zier, what she wants now is really just a warmth.

Leng Moxuan saw Azi sleep, he sat at the tea table, waiting for Azi to fall asleep, he slowly went to bed, but I did not know that Azi had never slept.

Smelling the fragrance of Azi's body, the cold heat of the cold ink Xuan, and quickly rose.

"Purple!"

Leng Moxuan turned over and held Azi, whispering, watching her long feathers, reflecting in the candlelight, watching her beautiful eyebrows, tall nose, cherry red mouth, Like a crystal cherry.

Azi heard that the cold ink Xuan called her purple child, and her heart was as painful as being struggling. She was only a substitute for her. It was always.

"Purple!"

Leng Moxuan whispered, and put the **** red lips to Azi. Every time, he could only pass through Azi, thinking about another purple and cold figure, which would not want people to go. Dyeing fingers.

Azi felt the warm lips of Leng Moxuan, and the emptiness in her heart struck, and the eagerness, boldly opened her eyes, and responded to Leng Moxuan.

Azi's response, let the cold ink Xuan pause, she actually did not fall asleep?

"Mo Xuan! Kiss me, don't refuse me, okay?"

Azi's tone, micro-belt pleading, at this moment she just wants to remove her high-cold appearance, just want to get a warmth.

Azi's pleading, Leng Moxuan can clearly feel; "Azi! You know what you are saying..."

"I know, I only want you at the moment."

After the cold ink Xuan had not finished, he was interrupted by Azi.

I heard Azi’s voice again, smelling her body fragrance, and cold ink Xuan rolled her throat, then...

"Ah... it hurts."

Although it has already passed the personnel, but the entry of Leng Moxuan still makes Azi’s body tremble and painfully exclaimed.

"Mo Xuan! I am sore."

Azi pain caused the whole body cells to shrink, holding the body of the cold ink Xuan, like a little woman crying.

Leng Moxuan saw tears in the eyes of Azi, and she felt a pain in her heart. She was still a woman she loved.

Azi's narrowness made him close to madness. From the moment he entered, he heard Azi's crying pain, and he stopped. He was in a painful time for Azi.

"Not afraid! Relax, I will be very light."

Cold Mo Xuan kissed the teardrops of Azi’s eyes, and this began to creep slowly. Before, he never cared about the feelings of women, only vented his anger, and only vented his anger.

But in Azi, he can't do it, and he can't use Azi as a tool for venting.