Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed - Chapter 112

Meng Xueli said, taking off his coat, unbuttoning his outer shirt, throwing his hands, throwing his hands, and his gestures are chic and cheerful.

The robe “wowed” unfolded, fluttering to the ground, blocking the candlelight of the shark’s oil lamp for a moment.

Candle shadow shook red, and Ji Xiao’s face turned from light to dark.

He struck away with a sword and completely extinguished the candlelight.

The room was suddenly dark, only the silver moonlight spilled into the room through the bead curtain, and was screened as an indistinct light spot, falling over the two.

Meng Xueli moved slightly. Ji Xiao’s facial features are sharp in line and sharp in angle, but his temperament is calm and indifferent, which reduces the sharpness.

At this moment, the feeling of oppression is back.

Meng Xueli had the illusion of being caught by the hunter, and was about to let go of the Taoist companions, and suddenly became stiff.

It turned out that Ji Xiao’s palm touched his back neck. Since the two people communicated, they expressed their intimacy in this way.

However, this time it was different. Ji Xiao’s fingertips went down the cervical spine and went down. The temperature hit him through a thin layer of clothing, and the feeling of numbness was transmitted to the tail vertebrae.

Meng Xueli was touched from the back of the neck to the tail vertebrae, but he couldn’t help but tremble, but it wasn’t chilling. If he is still a mink, he must have blown up his whole body.

Under the transparent mackerel yarn and fish glue, the full water bed shakes gently, making a pleasant water sound.

Meng Xueli listened to the sound and didn’t know what to expect, her cheeks were red.

Ji Xiao lowered her eyes and could not see the look in her eyes, and asked in a low voice: “How is the consciousness of the gods trained?”

He stroked Meng Xueli’s tail vertebrae with his right hand, carelessly, and his left hand carried the bead string that Meng Xueli gave him and fiddled with his fingers.

Meng Xueli was so touched that his waist was so soft that he was sitting on Ji Xiao, flaunting his arms, gradually trembling and falling down, leaning on the chest of the companion, could not help but whisper.

He listened to this and felt more dizzy. What is the situation? Does Ji Xiao want to talk to me about spiritual practice or sleep with me?

He divided a ray of consciousness and tried to touch the beads in Ji Xiao’s hands. The gift didn’t give the owner a face, only a slight tremor, and a crisp impact sound, and then it didn’t move.

Ji Xiao said lightly: “You can’t do double cultivation until you are in the fire.”

Meng Xueli bowed his head quietly: “I will work hard.”

Ji Xiao said again: “It is not without other methods.”

Meng Xueli was happy: “What’s the solution?”

Ji Xiao: “You just suffer.”

Meng Xueli was at a loss, and did not react for a while: “What …”

The voice came to an abrupt halt, Ji Xiao grabbed his waist with one hand, helped him adjust his sitting posture, and the hot, hard thing came to him.

Meng Xueli’s breath stagnate for a moment, and his mind burst into flames.

Ji Xiao sighed softly, as if helpless: “I don’t want to treat you like this. I told you before that I also have seven emotions and six desires, but I’m slightly more patient than ordinary people, but you always provoke me and watch” Changchun Ji “and” Cloud ” Is “Snow Breeze Record” really good? “

He calmly explained and asked questions, but the hand placed on Meng Xueli’s waist moved all the way, digging into the lining and starting to move.

Ji Xiao raised his eyes, the two eyes were facing each other, Meng Xueli saw himself in the eyes of the companions, his eyes were red, he wanted to cry or not, a look of confusion.

“You peeked at my book?” Meng Xueli’s voice was intermittent, arguing: “I bought it last time when I was angry at Hanmen Bridge.”

Ji Xiao leaned in his ear and asked softly, “Then you blame me all the way?”

Meng Xueli shrunk his ears, and after thinking about it, it was the king of Baihe who bathed again.

“You don’t want to spank me again.” Meng Xueli asked lightly.

He remembered that Ji Xiao was angry last time, and pressed himself against the table, playing so hard.