Chapter 87: My little girl 80

When Qian Qian inked his horse from the military camp with a few warmths, because of the speed, the number of warmth had to hold his waist, but could not help but look up at the man, his broad and tough body The back, the hair that flutters in the wind, and the long and powerful hand he holds the whip, his sharp and deep eyes, the faint golden light shining on his charming face in the sunset, these are very slap on the apex one place.
The number of warmth could not help but hold him tightly, put a small face on his back, very solid feeling.
The little hand even touched it in an irregular way, but only touched the cold armor.
But she just touched it so carelessly, and she was caught by a man. He held down her little hand, and the man’s low voice came with the evening wind: "Don't touch it."
It’s just a very common word, but because the voice seems to be mixed with half of it but can’t help but scream, it sounds and stunned, so that the number is warm and red. It seems that I only realized what I did before I wanted to take it back.
So, she was so smashed by the hand and held her two small hands holding his waist, while riding back to the palace.
It’s like... it’s like he’s going to touch him when he’s handing it...
The number of shame is very good, but there is no courage to say anything.
Fortunately, before dark, they finally returned to the palace.
When the number of warmers in the night served him as a changer, Qian Qianmo pushed her little hand: "The king wants to go out for a while, and you will go to bed early."
After a few warm hands, I slowly recovered it. "Well," he turned and went to order a light and hugged it to the bedside case.
Qian Qianmo looked at her. In the end, she did not hold back and grabbed the man and pressed it to the door. She bowed her head and kissed her. The water was so screaming that she finally let go of the warmth.
The number of warmth was swelled by his little mouth and wet, and the eyebrows were moist and charming, and there was a shallow red tide. But the beautiful peaches of the peach blossoms were clear and clear. It was like he accidentally invaded a holy and clean little flower bone. He couldn’t help but bow his head and took a bite of her lips. The voice was affectionate and low-mute and sexy: "Get to sleep early."
A few warm red faces pushed him out.
After closing the door of the temple, the number of warm hands raised the wet lips, changed a bedclothes, and when I wanted to go back to the bed, what was the light, what was the light, and I slowly took the eyelashes and slowly in front of the mirror. Sitting down, she lowered her head and pulled down her cloak, revealing a white clavicle. The mirror clearly reflected the mark on the collarbone - the word "slave" engraved on her.
The number of warm touches touched the mark, frowning, and thinking about things absently.
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At that time, the Lan Yue Court.
In order to give Jixi the wind and wash the dust, Ning Chengyuan has wrapped up the entire Lanyue Pavilion, so that everyone can eat and drink tonight.
Su Huang and Ning Cheng Yuan are the first to go to the Lan Yue Ge, Ning Cheng Yuan is busy to entertain, Su Huang, this heartless, but he found a seat to take a pot of good wine to drink.
Ning Cheng couldn't help but point at him to reprimand: "Su Huang, you will drink it, and your son will come to find it, and I will tell Xiao Susu!"
Su Huang smiled lightly: "Isn't it tonight to drink?"
Ning Cheng looked at him with a sigh of relief: "It’s time to wash the dust from the west!"