Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed - Chapter 113
Meng Xueli’s desire is open and sincere. He looks forward to and likes to be close to his buddies. Ji Xiao’s simple and careless touch makes him soft. But he was afraid of being beaten by Ji Xiao, after all, he really didn’t have a face-he was still held in his arms and gently combed his hair when he was a mink. Why did he have to be beaten and beaten?
Under the two contradictory emotions, Meng Xueli’s body reaction was more sensitive and could not be stimulated at all.
“Don’t you hurt me when I hit you?” Ji Xiao said calmly, his voice low.
Meng Xueli said: “If you can get angry after playing, you can do it.”
Having said that, Ji Xiao saw the path of the companion flushing, and his eyes contained spring water, such as the red lotus dew, and if he went further, he would cry out.
When Meng Xueli said that, he was lying on Ji Xiao’s chest. At this time, he stood up on his soft waist and knelt down on the water bed, making the sound of the water soft and making a posture of slaughter.
He looked back at Xiaoxiao, but his eyes clearly said, “Are you willing?”
He knows that Ji Xiao eats soft but not hard, and doing this shows a weak attitude of misrecognition, and wants to make the fellows feel soft.
However, Ji Xiao’s face was expressionless, his eyes were somber, his body pressure was uncontrolled, and he was faintly overflowing, showing a breathtaking momentum.
Meng Xueli’s heart is not good, he seems to have miscalculated. However, it was too late, Ji Xiao lifted Meng Xueli waist.
After Meng Xueli was a man, he did not work hard to practice his sword, but practiced flexibility and combat skills. His waist and limbs are full of strength, yet flexible and light, and his waist is soft and fits well in his hand.
At this time, it was like a lotus stalk that was cold and trembling, and could not withstand the carp in the pool.
“Do not hit you, make you comfortable first.” Meng Xueli heard Ji Xiao’s voice mute.
The night wind suddenly rose, and the bead curtain was chaotic. I didn’t know that I was a guest in my dreams. The cool river wind of Baihe City actually brought the sweet smell of hypericum, intoxicating.
Koi hit the lotus branch, the pearls were crisp, and the crocodile yarn was crumpled.
The “sword sheath” touched between the legs, pumping hard and scorchingly, the heat burning from the tender skin of the legs to the whole body.
Just about the point, a familiar beast suddenly sounded: “Aw.”
Meng Xueli’s dizzy and dizzy mind suddenly sobered, and could not help groaning, trembling in the hands of the confessor.
On the ground where the outer shirts were stacked, there was a ringing sound, and the mirage was not knowing when to wake up. It drilled out of its sleeves and chopped beside the water bed: “Oh?”
As soon as Meng Xueli turned his head, he looked curiously at the phantom beast, and the waste beast looked dazed, like an ignorant child.
“Look what!” Sin.
Shame and indignation aggravated the physical stimulation, and Meng Xueli’s tears rushed out, and he buried his head in a soft pillow to cover his ears and steal the bell.
For a long time, Meng Xueli did not dare to look up, only heard the companions breathing calmly behind him, and then sighed helplessly: “Mo cry. It seems that God is destined to not bully you tonight.”
Ji Xiao still pity him in the end, do not want to bully people too hard. The arrow was on the string, but had to meditate on the Qingxin mantra, and he had to comfort the little fellow.
He caressed Meng Xueli’s back and coaxed: “Get up. I let Mirage go to the terrace.”
Meng Xueli was silent, like an ostrich.
Ji Xiao: “This will cry too, what to do in the future?”
He couldn’t help it, picked up the little fellow to wash in the bath, and put on a new soft and clean shirt.
When the two of them lay back on the water bed, the fiery atmosphere was gone.
Meng Xueli eased over God and was afraid in his heart. He still had a hint of rapture. The Taoist was angry, and tonight he was finally confused.
He tasted Yun Yu at the beginning of the night and opened his eyes. Only then did he know how bold and ignorant he was when he used to turn the window at night to lure Dao Lu himself at night.
Ji Xiao embraced him and patted his spine, as if coaxing Xiao Min to sleep: “Really don’t like it?”
Meng Xueli whispered: “Like. But it’s too much.” No matter how good it is, beyond a certain level, it also becomes terrible.
Alas, the book is deceptive. If he does not buy “Changchun Ji”, Ji Xiao will never learn to apply.
Meng Xueli thought of this, and felt sorry for the Taoist tonight, guilty and said: “You let me slow down again, wait for us to return to Changchun Peak …”
Then he vowed to curse “Diligently cultivate, cultivate the consciousness of the gods, and strive for an early and successful double cultivation”.
Ji Xiao just smiled: “Sleep.”
Meng Xueli: “You sleep too!”
The two are hugging together, lying on a bed, and sleeping is the safest thing.
He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but he was like a bird with a startled bow. He stayed awake for a long time. After the buddies breathed smoothly, they converged, and they laid their hands on the bed and went to the terrace to find the mirage.
Ji Xiao didn’t take it through him, sighing that he shouldn’t be too anxious.
Mirage was lying on the terrace railing and blowing the moon, squinting comfortably, and it was Meng Xueli’s teeth tickling.
He picked up the mirage and lowered his voice to warn, “Ancestor, don’t you dare to do this in the future!”
The gargoyle lingered and lowered his head, whispering with milky voice: “However, when I live in the rat nest, I often watch, and the rat never gets angry.”
“It’s very impolite to watch other people’s double cultivation, it’s completely different from watching other beasts copulate and copulate, and you will understand when you are transformed! Tonight, if I, my thing, if you are terrified by you, how will you live in your next life? How are you going? How many hundred-year-old beasts are there for a snack. “
Mirage agreed softly: “Aw.”
Meng Xueli was relieved, and suddenly heard a scream of a raccoon cat from the terrace.
“No, it’s Chu Hua!”