Chapter 541: Let go of the zombie, I'll come

Songs of thirsty throat, little tongue pursed his lips, his eyes dazzled with a hundred miles of smoke.
Hundreds of miles of smoke was boiling with the blood she stared at, he took a moment, immediately reacted, and hurriedly avoided the eyes of Yan Song.
He knew that she had amnesia. What she was doing at this time was definitely not her own heart. Even if her heart was beating fast, he forced himself to calm down and said to her, "Hong Yan, are you cold? I'll take you home. "
Yange held his shoulder in one hand, but touched it with the other hand, and heard the words to peck his chin: "I'm not cold, I'm upset."
Very uncomfortable, I wanted to eat him bite by bite.
Suck his blood, eat his flesh, and his bones, and she didn't want to let go.
Thinking of those delicious bloods, she swallowed again without knowing it, gazing at the smoke for hundreds of miles: "I feel uncomfortable with smoking."
The two words, Xing Yan, were lingering in her shouting. He didn't know that his name was so nice.
Baili Xingyan thought that what was happening to the body of Yange, and quickly restrained those crooked thoughts in her heart and asked her, "Why is it uncomfortable?"
Yange grabbed his weapon: "There's something here that poke me. My belly seems to be pierced. What is this, is it a sword that smokes?"
Miles of smoke: ...
The weapon was pinched so tightly by her that his body was almost leaked.
He looked at her steamy eyes, and her pale face was full of curiosity and simplicity.
My heart grew more panicky, "No, it's not ..."
He opened his mouth several times and didn't know how to explain. He tilted her head and looked at him as if looking forward to his next story.
He wanted to step back, but she clenched his hands tightly on his shoulders, making him want to stay away from her.
Yan Ge pinched the object curiously, his body became more and more tightly attached to him: "Xingyan, your body is so warm, it is warmer than the water, especially this sword, it is hot, it seems to want to put my hands It's hot. "
Xingyan's face turned red: "You, don't touch it, it's not what you think, you, you ..."
Yan Song kissed his lips again.
Xingyan's body was burning, but at the moment the song was more uncomfortable than her. She was eager to find something to do, lest he really bit him into pieces.
She pressed him against the slate at the bank, and ignored his head pressed into the water, and sat down on him.
He was struck by the water in his mouth, and he struggled to sit up, but then she lowered her head, pecking at his face and his rolling throat in the water.
Gradually, his hands went from pushing her away to holding her waist.
He gave up and resurfaced, closed his breath and closed his eyes, feeling the person close to him with his body and heart, trying to deceive himself in such a deceptive way.
Yange worked tirelessly, and as a zombie, probably the only good thing was that she was very energetic, and no matter how she wobbled her waist, she would not be sore or tired.
As long as she thinks of the snack under her, she has endless vitality.
If he cannot swallow it, he can only use his body to soothe his turbulent heart.
After she was exhausted from exhausting her cigarettes, she hugged them and still had no tendency to leave.
Baili Xingyan deceived himself from the beginning, and then his passion burned and burned out, and his mind calmed down immediately, thinking that he had done this kind of thing, and he was anxious to continue to be under water.