MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 38 Your kiss is a painkiller.
Chapter 38 Your kiss is a painkiller.
Shen Qianshu is inexplicable, and it is not good to leave the order.
"Is it full?"
Shen Qianshu felt that the problem was a pit. It must be cautiously answered. She carefully wanted to retreat, but she was stretched out by the long arm of the night tomb, and she buckled her waist. She couldn’t escape. Shen Qianshu was nervous and jumped in the heart, in his fiery sight. Next, a little bit nodded.
The next second, the night Ling turned over, pressed her on the sofa, holding her wrist in one hand, pressing on the sofa, Shen Qianshu panicked his eyes.
Dark and cold.
"You are full..." The nightlings lowered their heads, and the tall tip of the nose gently sniffed on her skin, such as a cat who had never had a lameness, sniffing his field, determining his territory, on her skin. The cold incense, like stimulating his nerves, the sound of the night tomb is dull and low, "It's my turn."
Shen Qianshu was shuddered by his movements, and the chicken skin picked up.
Too bad.
The facial features of the night majesty are handsome, the deep eyes, the thin lips, all of the masterpieces of Cang, and the tall figure is good, and the long legs are particularly conspicuous. Even a simple white shirt can wear the feeling of the T-stage. Strong body, handsome face, expensive temperament, standing in the crowd stand out.
He licked her cheek at the tip of his nose and sniffed softly.
If it is replaced by her beloved one, Shen Qianshu’s long-lost girl’s heart will burst out.
However, he is the night tomb.
She is hiding from the touch of the night mausoleum. Such an action is more savage than a direct kiss. Shen Qianshu is not an opponent at all.
He is either a veteran of love, or a gift of talent.
"Mr...." Shen Qianshu wants to narrow himself down to a small one, nervous and fearful, and the feeling he gives is too horrible.
The girl under her body, without any resistance, exhaled like a blue, is a deadly attraction for him, but he is not in a hurry.
This is his prize.
He waited for seven years of prizes.
His heart growled and couldn't wait to tear her apart, but he couldn't bear to miss the one minute and one second process.
"My name is Night Mausoleum..." His voice rang in his ear, buried in her neck, the heat was like a hot summer sun, the skin seemed to have a thirst, and her heart leaped to break through the thin layer. Skin, "call my name."
Shen Qianshu’s neck is burning, one hand against his shoulder wants to push away, the nightling is not moving, Shen Qianshu does not dare to look at his eyes, his eyes have magic, she will be cursed.
"Mr...." Her voice was born with a delicate voice. At this moment, the helpless girl faced the cruel Denger, trembled in fear, and inspired the sin of the disciple. The gaze of the night cemetery was slightly sinking. The long finger untied her button and revealed a white neck.
"Night Mausoleum..." Shen Qianshu finally called his name, "You don't do this, ah..."
Her words have not finished, suddenly screamed with pain, the night to bow down, on her collarbone, bite a bite, very painful, Shen Qianshu most afraid of pain, the eyes contained a packet of tears.
It hurts, animals!
The night mausoleum released Shen Qianshu. On her white collarbone, there was a circle of tooth prints. The night tomb was very satisfied. "What are you crying?"
"It hurts!"
"Oh……"
Shen Qianshu, "..."
You are one?
The night mausoleum bowed his head and kissed her clavicle, which was taken for granted. "Is it painful?"
"Where, do you think your kiss is a painkiller?"
You guys are cool, see you tomorrow, put the light bulb of the first mouth gun
(End of this chapter)
