The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1262 Wild Rose Gifted to Uncle (110)

The azure blue tie had a hint of darkness, and now it was hooked by the girl's snow-white fingertips, casually playing with it, and the tie was entwined around her fingertips, giving off an inexplicable sense of coquettishness and charm.

The man's tie was hooked, and his head drooped slightly.

When she got closer, Aunt Jiang could feel that his breathing was very light, like spring passing by, mixed with a few wisps of catkins, falling on his neck, itchy.

"If I say, I want it?"

The man in front of her was tugging at her slender lips, and Jiang Yu could no longer imagine the man in front of her with the man she met in the no-man's land in Achin Gongjia West.

When he was in Achin Gongjia, he had a mission and honor on his shoulders, indifferent but not ruthless, with a solemn mission and a ruthless fear of death.

At that time, he was like a numb marionette, as if everything he had was dedicated to that place, and all his emotions would be cut off.

It seemed that there was something hiding his original temperament.

But now, although he is mysterious, elusive and full of hostility, he still has an inexplicable but not incompatible sense of dignity.

But with him like this, Aunt Jiang realized that he seemed to be the real him.

Ruffian and wild.

Jiang Yu pursed her lips and smiled, "If you want it, I'll give it to you ~ Uncle, this is yours, isn't it?"

She approached, close to his ear, and said frivolously: "I am the most qualified lover~"

"Huh? Uncle~"

Lu Boying stared at her, then suddenly chuckled, and raised her chin with his slender finger bones, "I wanted to give you room to retreat, but now it seems that you don't need it at all. Huh? Aunt Jiang, I am very It's not easy to provoke..."

His voice is cold and gloomy, making people feel obscure.

"You don't regret it."

The mouth breath seemed to be hoarded and disappeared suddenly.Gently caressing her tender flesh, the tips of her teeth bit her flesh, following the curved edge of the flesh, and there were different kisses in the stretches.

The scorching hot breath coming out of the sniffs, if there seems to be nothing, is enough to give up the wooden ring and surrender.

The bewildered heartbeat lingers on the fingertips of Yao Ji's lines, and it is the cicada force that pulls a thread.

The string in Aunt Jiang's mind was inexplicably numb for a second.

She subconsciously hugged the man in front of her, seeing the dark and beguiling look in the man's eyes, she suddenly stretched out her hand, and lightly caught the man's cold thin-rimmed glasses with her fingertips.

The glasses loosened slightly, but they did not slip off the man's tall nose.

It was loosely framed there, and the dark and intense black eyes were half-hidden under the clear lenses, making the man even more bewitching and lazy.

The study room is very close to Lu Boying's bedroom, and at this time, the servants in the villa have already returned to their rooms to rest.

In the moonlit corridor, a tall and tall man embraced the girl in his arms, his fingertips held the girl's head, and pressed against her breath, and the moonlight shone on their bodies.

The man walked with long legs, holding the girl in his arms, and arrived at Woshi in two or three steps.

The spacious Vaux City amplifies all the small voices, the slightly cooling and hot temperature, and the overlapping breathing, as if it has a soul.

They are gathered, twisted, and locked at the end, as if they have reached the prudent place of the soul, testing the boundaries of the soul step by step, and finally surrendered all control.

(End of this chapter)