South Wind Knows My Mood

After half an hour, Lu Xizhou came from the bathroom.

Only a bath towel is only wrapped in the waist, the body is not completely wiped, there is a mysterious zone that is slightly smashed, and drilling into the mysterious zone of the white bath towel.

Before his hair wet, it was a lot of gentleness.

He slowed over.

Xu Nanfeng is hitting his body, and his head is going to be buried in your chest.

Lu Xizhou sat down on her side, the mattress was slightly trapped, and the man was a faint shower gel drilled into the nose.

He low-low opening: "Go to the bath."

"Ah ..." Xu Nanfeng stunned, turned, "Oh."

She is red, quickly rushing towards the bathroom, and like only a little.

The man stared at her slender, but she looked at it. When the road was completely isolated after the bathroom door, he recovered the line of sight and pulled out the bath towel between the waist, and reached the quilt cover the lower abdomen, half lean Bed head picking up a book.

In the bathroom, Xu Nanfeng is backed by the whole person on the door panel, breathing some to promote narrow, one face, has long been red.

She raised his hand and took a look, and she took a few times a few times before she barely called her calm.

That will have to come back to such a day, and have gave it to Lu Xizhou, she won't regret it.

Xu Nanfeng faded her clothes, opened the shower, took a shower.

Wink the wine on the body and the breath of the breath of the wretched man, and find a trace of traces, Xu Soutong has received his hand.

In the bathroom, the fog is inexplicably, and the clouds are jealous, she stayed for a long time.

It's time to go out.

She looked at my own body, my fair face was steamed red, like only a ripe shrimp.

Didn't wear clothes back, wrapped in a white bathrobe, she took a long breath, and she was a red finger in a white.

When the cold air in the bedroom came in an instant, she exposed the entire person under the light.

Capture, I don't know what it is.

I was separated from a distance, she looked at Lucyi, who reclined in the bedside, did not even have the courage to take a footsteps.

I always feel that it is a kind.

That high on Lu Xicai, as the fairy of Lu Xicai.

The Lu Xizhou lying on the bed is accomplished on him.

Lift it.

A pair of black eyes with water vapor look at him, always remembers a small animal of some kind of soft cute.

He put his book and looked lip: "Come over."

Xu Nanfeng raised his hands uneashed the sidewalk on the side of the tissue, which was in the line of sight in Lu Xizhou, and stepped him step by step.

She sat down at the bed and turned against Lu Xizhou.

Lu Xizhou sat up and stared at the butterfly bone under the light. The slender and yellow light was covered with shallow light shadow. Spread to the back waist.

Pariostatic porcelain, flourishing white.

I want to be smashed.

The eyes of the dark eyes are gradually become a concentrated ink.

Half, he opened, with a hint of hidden hoarse: "turned it."

Xu Nanfeng is geeled, and the heart is, and it is gently trembled.

The legs are gently swayed, she kicked out slippers on the feet.

The white feet stepped on the mattress, turned, and his legs came back. She was half-faced, standing in front of her.

It is still a head.

Well-behaved.

Lu Xicai looked at her appearance, half-awaited, laugh: "Are you very afraid of me?"

Xu Nanfeng looked up and saw the same picture - Lu Xicai reclining on the bed, warm yellow light called him to all the people in warm light. In warm light, unexpected softness, and his lips are slightly hooked, and the light flashes, that moment, like ice and snow melting.

Xu Nanfeng once again heard his heartbeat, Tong, thud.

It turned out that he laughed so good.

Her tension scattered, finally dared to look at him, using such a pair of black and quiet eyes.

She shook his head gently: "Not afraid."

"That's good." He smiled and looked unknown.

Silence is silent.

The four eyes, she saw the fire from the dark eyes of Lu Xizhou, □ □, he looked at her, no hidden, the burning eye is like to swallow her.

The atmosphere was in the silence to phenade.

The light of the head seems to be blurred, drunk.

For a long time, Lu Xizhou hooks her hand: "I have been here."

Xu Nanfeng took a moment and slowly moved.

Between the two, there is only a half of the person's distance.

Her face is hot, □ □ The skin is in front of the skin, a layer of light powder, and the people are extreme.

Lu Xizhou looked at the lips, and his eyes were like a fire.

Reaching out, the bones is clearly slender, falling in the corner of the bath towel, and grabs the skin of Xu Nanfeng.

With cool, with a thin, scratched in her soft skin.

That feeling, it is difficult to say.

Xu Nanfeng's heart is like a string, faintly afraid, and looks faintly.

Finally, the finger moved.

Pull the corner of the bath towel.

The scenery is infinite.

The sight of Lu Xizhou passed a little brushing her white and delicate body.

As if I imagine, it is like a fine willow, it is easy to turn, and it can be broken and smashed.

Silk, the most strong attire in the heart.

Lu Xizhou is more sinking.

He rolled up and down, reached out, fell on the cheeks of Xu Nany, rough thumb, and detained.

The touch of fine sand is general.

Xu Nanfeng felt scalp.

She looked quietly in Lu Xizhou quietly, a pair of eyes, like a small hook with a huge soul, and the unnecessary called the soul.

Lu Xizhou's sight, from her eyebrow, slow down, and finally stayed in her lips.

It is not born, slightly, like people waiting for the flower.

Lu Xizhou slowly bowed down and got it.

Close, closer.

He stopped.

The thin lips stay in front of you, that is, as long as she touches the distance.

She is long horns, the eyes are dodge, and even breathing.

It seems that there is no embarrassment, like an ant, climbed in the human heart.

Ib is very difficult.

Lu Xi'an no longer stays, the thin lips are covered with her.

Tasting, lip balls.

Tempel, spread from scalp to the limbs.

Sobescent of Xu Nanfeng's consciousness.

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Lu Xizhou didn't endure, his eyes were blind, aggravated the kiss, tongue, and wrapped around the south wind.

Toss the opposite side, taste delicate.

Xu Nanfeng is almost breathing, and the arms are weak to take his shoulders and circulate his neck.

Lu Xicai buckled her waist and slowly put her down.

Hands around her.

Full room.

The body's sudden feeling, with a kind of shovel and peeling in the pain, like a fire in the self, Xu Nanfeng can't help.

Xu Nanfeng was sent to the top of him. It closed the genoscope of the eye, and she had a tear. She bite her lips. The cheeks are all sweat, and the hair is messy on the face. Every place, all style Million kinds.

Especially the body and the neck of the body and the neck of the piles, the curve is beautiful to remember a word - rude neck.

This feminine in this pure is most is the most hook.

Lu Xizhou looked at it, somewhere was awake.

But did not press Xuan's wind pressure.

There is no set in the villa.

Today, it can't.

In Xu Nanfeng and a horrified line of sight, he looked at her, the voice of the voice: "Give me your hand."

She took a few seconds: "Okay."

In the last low, the man got released.

In the past two nine years, the first time relying on the release of a woman.

Everyone knows that Lu Xizhou is a man who is clear and desirable. In the past twenty-nine years, in addition to her, he didn't move anything about any woman, even a little bit.

Today, Xu Nanfeng is the second woman who called him.

I feel unexpected.

The two were sweating, and Lu Xizhou took her to take a shower.

I took a shower, the night was already very deep.

In the face of sleep, Lu Xizhou fell asleep.

Xu Nanfeng is full of joy, and the heart is like a small rabbit, cheerful, told her no longer sleep.

The Lu Xicai is a hand in her waist, and the skin's unique heat tells her to feel relieved.

He is another hand, put it under her neck.

She looked at him with his strong arm and looked at him.

The dark eyebrows, although closed, it still plays out a strained old eyes, high nose, mining lips, perfect jaw, fine moonlight, he is like a perfect statue of the art masters.

Black spanning at this moment, before he fell on his arms, told him a little bit of indifference, and a little walrun.

This is what she likes many years, at this moment, is close at hand.

It is not enough to see it.

The more you look, the more itchy.

She can't help but raise his hand, fingertiping his lip silhouette, and makes it easy.

His lips are slightly hot, and the hot gas pastes in her fingertips, and then spreads to the bottom of the heart.

She suddenly came into contact with the body, very fast, and she fell away from his lips.

Lu Xizhou eyelashes tremble.

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