Chapter 1618: : The Curse of the Wind [3]

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Chapter 1618: The Curse of the Wind [3]
Tears lingering on his face, the sleeping eyes suddenly opened, the lavender light lingered, the bottom of her eyes reflected her face, but indifferent to move.
Her breath suddenly stagnate, as the surrounding air was taken away for a moment, she quickly retired, but the shoulder was suddenly raised by his hand, pressed hard.
Huang Beiyue looked down at him again, but still only in those eyes, he saw a distressing indifference.
She licked her lips and looked at him quietly for a moment before she saw his pink lips move slightly, then murmured: "You finally appeared in my dream, Phoenix North, I thought you I hate that I am not willing to appear in my dreams."
"I didn't hate you." The heart was slightly sour, and Huang Beiyue whispered that she just hated herself, she was disgusted, and never hated any of them.
The wind and the wing raised his mouth slightly and smiled. He raised his hand and caressed her cheek with care. The fingers were as soft as holding a fragile porcelain.
Reluctant to break, can not bear to touch, such a illusory dream, it seems that breathing a little heavy, it will blow her away.
Such long-lost gentleness made her unable to bear it anymore. Suddenly she whimpered and slammed into his arms. "How can you talk without saying anything? You didn't say you want to give me a home, why should you quit?"
A slight glimpse, the wind and the wings reached out and held her tightly. "I have no words, never."
"Cheats." Phoenix North whispered, but it does not matter, the liar is a liar, she just likes to be a liar, so it is bitter and sweet to bear.
He whispered, clutching her slender waist, and suddenly turned over and pressed her under her body.
Huang Beiyue stunned and looked at him in confusion. He had not figured out his intentions. His lips had been lowered by his head and he had seized it hard.
Overbearing but not gentle, from shallow to deep, bit by bit, she looked at him with wide eyes, the heart ‘咚咚咚’ jumped, some nervous, and some expectations.
She stared at his neck, did not refuse, and did not resist.
If he regards this as a dream, then she will also be a dream.
Only in a dream, they can embrace so arbitrarily, without precautions, without sudden hatred of hatred, that is the case, simply hug together.
Waiting for the dream to wake up, wing, you will laugh, feel that it is just an absurd dream, she will also laugh and share all of this in my heart.
When I meet next time, I still draw the knife and face each other.
This is our best love, although there is no flowering process, but there is sweetness of results, even if it is just a dream.
She leaned gently on his chest, a soft smile on her lips, and she was willing, and what was the fear of the sea?
The heavy breathing rose up and down in her ear, and the wind and the wing gently glanced at her. The original clear scorpion was now dyed with a illusory illusion of dreams, blurred and enchanting, and he even breathed. I almost forgot.
"Month, do you hate me like this?" He was hoarse and stunned.
Huang Beiyue smiled low: "I like you like this, I like it very much."
He glanced at the dark purple eyes and flashed a bit of painful color, then immediately solved her clothes and kissed her carefully.