Ji Xubai still smiled: "I will do it."

The cold wind of the Xuan came in, and Wen Zhi felt that the coldness of the face came, and the fingertips were slightly cool.

Wen Zhicai hangs down, no longer see him, turned and left.

She hopes that after this difference, apart from the connection between Xiaojian, they will never have any involvement anymore...

......

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"Nothing is okay, you will drink, I will help him to spit in other places." On the other side of the banquet, if you haven’t picked up the warm clothes that you drunk, you will have to look at Wen Youyi. The meaning of spitting, they quickly greeted them with Li Qi, and they walked away with warm clothes.

Originally, Wen Youyi did not have to drink this look.

But because if you are not too proud, the wine on the wine table will be taken over, and then how to warm the clothes can not let her be so here, they can only drink the wine for her, this two to go, drink There is more wine, and the temperature of the clothes is not very good, and naturally it is drunk.

If you don't bring people to his camp, you will be warmed up on the way, and the person who helps him is her. Otherwise, let the dancers who are weak and helpless come to help, and they must bring the people down.

Yes, if you still remember the dancer.

She felt that she was able to make her own clothes. Other women didn't think about it.

If it was not the same temperature and the clothes spit out enough, the person was dragged into his camp, and the warm clothes were placed on the bed to release the self, and she sent people to prepare the hot water.

Then put a basin of hot water on the bedside table, screwed the wet pag to the bed, slid across him, patted his face, "Wake up?"

Wen Youyi was groggy and frowned, and there was a snoring from the nose mixed with low asthma.

If he didn’t take a few shots and he didn’t wake him up, he wouldn’t want to hurt this good-looking face again. He had to wipe his face with a hot wet par, and after wiping his face, Looking down, he was still wearing heavy armor, and he pulled his belt hard. He muttered in disgust: "I am not going to fight, but I have to wear it like this. ..."

If I didn’t think of the sullen dancer, I couldn’t help but screamed. When I tried hard, I pulled his belt away and started to lick the clothes on his body. Her hands were not gentle at all, so A thing that waited for people to change clothes became tortured. When warm clothes were tortured, they were forced to wake up, frowning, and holding her hand in a slamming voice. The voice was sharp and swollen: "You are doing what……"

"What do you think I am doing?" If I didn't feel a little funny, but the man slowly leaned down, looking at Wen Youyi, a pair of kitten-like eyes staring tightly. Look at the clothes.

Wen Youyi is probably really drunk, and he will feel that the sound of the moment has never been scratched.

Like a kitten is scratching his heart.

Moreover, she is sitting on herself at this moment, and so close to herself, this girl... is really shameless.

Wen Youyi had a tight throat and his voice was dumb. "You, get off."

"No."

"Don't make trouble..."

The voice did not fall, and if she did not reach out and hooked his neck, her face was posted.

The next moment, the lips of Wen Youyi suddenly got blocked.

It is a very soft and sweet touch.

With the smell of a girl.

The warm clothes are like the ones that are smashed by the fire, and they are getting hotter and hotter.