Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1641
"You haven't answered my king's question yet?"

Nanfeng Lianxue folded her arms and looked at him with her phoenix eyes hanging down.

He was the one who asked the question first, and if he wanted to answer, Nan Fengxun should answer first.

He really is. .Curious how he got here.

Could it be the same as myself. . .Don't want to touch the bride?

Nanfeng Lianxue felt ridiculous for his own thought, how could he think that Nanfeng Xun would not want to touch that woman, that day. .Mingming saw Nan Fengxun looking at her with such gentle eyes.

Nan Fengxun liked her. .For a person I like. . .Men will always want to have her and can't wait.

Because it's someone I like. .So I desperately hope that she can have a very intimate relationship with me earlier.

It is said that men are animals that think with their lower body. This sentence is actually true. However, in some respects, when an animal that thinks with its lower body has an intimate relationship with a woman, it must be divided into two types. .

One is pure physical craving. .Even a woman I don't love. .For her body, there is still a primitive impulse.

One is the common desire of body and soul, for the woman one loves, the body and soul of a man, will be longing for all the time.

Therefore, some people will say that men can treat sex and love separately, and that is what they are saying.

When he was 14 years old, he was already longing for Lian Er's body every day.

He would miss her every night, and his whole body ached when he thought about her.

I still remember his first woman, because she looked somewhat similar to Lian Er, and he happened to be drunk that day, so, in his drunken eyes, he wanted her, and the one who looked like Lian Er Some similar women.

Nan Fengxun turned his head and did not speak. The evening wind was blowing on his somewhat pale face with a bit of coldness. He took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped off the blood pressure in his palm little by little. The snow-white handkerchief was immediately stained. There was a smear of red on it.

"Aren't you afraid of running out in the middle of the night and blowing your body? San Huang's Wife is not worried about you?"

Nan Fengxun was taken aback, a trace of grief flashed in Mo Yu's eyes.

(End of this chapter)