The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Mo · Xinji · Yan, suddenly had a feeling of lifting a stone to hit his own feet, do not admit, even welfare is not!

But it's too... Embarrassing for him to admit that he is coquettish.

So——

The situation evolved into, Mo Yan and ziqianmo, one sitting, one standing, two people staring at each other.

The two men's eyes were fighting in mid air, and no one would give in.

"Aren't you trying to comfort me?" Mo Yan asked.

I want to be buried in my chest.

"You're not coquettish, you're not comforting." Ziqianmo said that he is a very principled demon.

"..." in Mo Yan's heart, a hundred thousand grass and mud beasts roared past.

How, little Momo's painting style suddenly changed?

I learned to use it badly!

Who did you learn that from?

Learned to torture him.

"I can also sing." Ziqianmo not cold not light, and threw out a bait, "coquettish words, I will hold you to sing to you."

(p≧w≦q)

Love!

Do it!

Quickly cast a Jiao to this demon to see, this demon satisfied, nature will be good to you.

The evil little beast in his heart is ready to move.

Mo Yan heart, a bipolar deep Phoenix eyes, flashing flames, straight staring at her, extremely hot: "good."

A good word is sexy and hoarse.

Another is a jar of mellow wine which has been buried in the ground for a hundred years. The longer it lasts, the more fragrant it will be.

"Well." Ziqianmo looks at him.

A pair, you come.

Show me the coquetry.

Mo Yan made a mental construction, decided to throw the moral or something out of the window and directly broke it.

If you can't get out, you can't get your daughter-in-law.

I have to sacrifice myself and abduct my daughter-in-law.

This time, he took the initiative. Stretching out his arms, he directly encircled ziqianmo's slender waist. Because he was sitting, it was very convenient for him to do this action.

After hooping, tighten it.

Then I put my face on it.

Instead of sticking it to her chest, she bent down and went down a little bit, and a little bit above her belly. It was not the boundary, but it was enough to show intimacy.

"Momo, I like you."

He murmured in a low voice.

Ziqianmo's ears turned red in an instant, a little overwhelmed.

What are you doing?

It's not to say that it's just to be coquettish. Why does it suddenly appear white.

"It's not coquetry." It's collapsing. Keep it cold.

Mo Yan didn't worry. He made persistent efforts to get closer to her slim body. He sniffed the fragrance that belonged to her. It was a kind of freshness with the fragrance of medicine.

It's totally different from the smell of the women who are smearing on the outside.

He can't help being addicted.

The darkness in my heart is completely dispelled.

"Momo, I love you."

This sentence comes from the heart.

You can say it's confession, it can say it's love, it can also say it's a man's coquetry to the woman he loves.

Ziqianmo (/ / /)

I hate it.

Talk about young people.

It's clearly said that it's just coquetry. How can it be so numb.

"I can't stand you."

Ziqianmo's tone, full of boredom, can be slightly red cheek, but betrayed her true emotion, "OK, come here."

She's facing him, deep in her arms, around his neck.

Mo Yan knew that he had succeeded in "coquetry".

He immediately moved his head up.

Bury your chest again.

Well being surged up, but the body's fiery reaction, far less intense than the first time.

This time, it's more like a kind of soul dependence.