Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Kibai knew that the monk was talking about the breeze slowly coming, but it was none of her business.

“The man said that his heart was dressed in pink and appeared to be one of the rarest.” The tone of oblivion is still so mild, but the smell of oppression is even worse.

Shen Mubai scolded the breeze slowly and replied, "I just saved him once and got tangled up. I hid from him for two days, and I didn't know him at all. ”

“The poor monk knows.” Forget the dust and kiss down her face, "the female donor is outside, is it also like to the poor monk, against other men? ”

Shen Mubai had not had time to answer. She was bitten by another bite of tender meat. She was so angry that she shouted, "How can you monks bite people? ”

Her eyes were full of water and she was bitten a little.

“The female courtesan kept her voice down. Although the time of the brothers and sisters had come to rest, it was forbidden to allow anyone to pass this way at night.” Forget licking the dust || sucking the meat, the tone is gentle.

Shen Kibai thought that she used to think that the monk was so bullied, she was blind, and now she can't cry anywhere, so she suffocated and said, “Monk, what do you want? I admit I used to make fun of you because I thought you were fun, and I did when you weren't forgetting the dust, but I was just playing and you weren't serious. Don't you think I'm lying? ”

“The poor monks don't remember that.” The tone of oblivion cooled down and her men dragged her collar.

Shen Mu was stunned.

“Poor monks only know.” He paused and continued, "it was the female courtesan who first provoked the poor monks. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the clothes on Shenmu's white body were lifted off and a goosebump appeared.

Forgetting the dust brought her up a little bit, she was locked away in the heavens and the earth, "The poor monk can't turn back. ”

His lips fell off with a slightly cooler temperature of ice, bringing a tremor || chestnut.

Shen Woo Bai can't stand this intense aggression || Sex, every time he slips, he is fished out by a pair of big hands.

Until she didn't have a piece ||, the monk's clothes were just a little messy.

Skills are green, but become more skilled over time.

Shen Mubai was heartless but unable to resist, she was kissed panting and her legs and feet were soft.

Until the dark Zen room was illuminated by a dull light.

It turned out to be the oil lamp on the table. I don't know when it was lit by dust forgotten.

The bright moon-breezy face revealed, the gentle eyes like covered with something deep, the chaotic breathing, the staring at each other, and the slightly low, dull voice, "The female donor. ”

No longer divine and holy, like falling from that Buddha Gate into the Devil's Gate, the aura around you becomes chaotic.

Shen Wood's white eyes were covered with lumps, her red lips gasped slightly, before saying a word, she saw the monk's eyes slightly dim and pressed again, while the big hands swayed on her body.

I didn't feel anything in the dark, but now the oil light is on, and she can see the book in the Zen room, and the futon, clean and pure.

Nowadays, there is a slight sense of ambiguity.

There is also this face in front of her, the occasional Buddha incense on her body, which stimulates the white nerves of Shen Wood, filling her with shame and emptiness.