Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

When left met her lips over her forehead and held her tightly in absolute possession, those gloomy, pitch-black eyes instantly stared at Shen Wood White for the whole night.

Shen Mubai didn't know. She just woke up early in the morning and saw a face close to her. It was beautiful, but it was dead and heavy. It scared the life out of her.

Left encountered kissing her lips, reaching under her clothes with her hands, along her slim waistline without || touching.

Shen Wood White was numb, she hit an arrears, after enough left encounter, skilfully walked out of bed and brushed her teeth to wash her face.

Still pale, he walked into the classroom, received several sneaky sights, and Shen Mubai was automatically immunized to sleep on the table.

With a male lead ghost || living, she is still being held to death every day, sooner or later her life will end.

It was so simple to go to school, left to die at night and occasionally give an ice kiss, the time unknowingly passed two weeks.

As usual, the bath did some homework and went to bed.

When I touched my hand inside the clothes, Shen Woo Bai didn't pay much attention, just slightly frowned and closed his eyes to sleep.

Speaking of which, not knowing whether to cry or not, she has gradually adapted to the temperature of the left encounter, not feeling so cold at first, otherwise she would not have fallen asleep so quickly.

His left lip pressed over, his tongue pressed against the crevice, clamped itself, and slowly sucked.

Shen Kibai left him to kiss himself.

The hands beneath the clothes began to feel uneasy, touching them all the way up.

Shen Kibai, who was still sleeping, suddenly woke up, opened his eyes in alarm and stared to his left.

Her left dark, gloomy eyes stared straight at her and pressed her other hand against the back of her head, kissing her again.

He pressed the sunken wood white under his body and the other untied her clothes.

Sensing something was wrong, Shen Mubai was gasping and began to resist desperately.

The final discovery was futile, rather desperate, “Left encounter, come on. ”

“Your birthday is over.” Left encounter kissed her lips with a low, slightly dull voice.

Shenzhen's white.

“Yesterday.” Her clothes were taken off as soon as they fell on her left.

Shen Mubai tried to think about what he meant by that, and finally, despair discovered that this body's 18th birthday seemed to be just yesterday.

No wonder Left suddenly gave her a jade, red and red.

Shen Mubai looked straight at him and didn't dare ask where the jade came from or what it was made of.

So they didn't do anything else before, just to wait for this day?

A drop of desperate tears was shed in the sandwich.

She dared not speak angrily, but finally burst out in a squeeze, "How do you know yesterday was my birthday? ”

Left encounter provoked her chin, her whole body pressed up, her eyes stared straight at her, “Archives. ”

Shen Kibai became more desperate, and then she found that there were more desperate things waiting for her later.

How does it feel to do it with a ghost?

Shen Kibai can tell you, one word, cold, four words, nothing.

He touched her with cold hands on his left, and his lips were cold, from his forehead to his eyelids, all the way down.

Fine white neck drops dense and numb lick | suck, that taste is really uncomfortable.