Chapter 1107: Makes you want to strip you more

As soon as he looked, he reached out and wished to raise her eyebrows.
He has the ability to read people's memories, and naturally also the ability to read people's dreams. If he clicks this finger, Ning Xuemo's dreams at this moment will be seen at a glance.
His fingertips were about to hit her eyebrows, but he stopped as if remembering something, paused for a while, and slowly closed it back.
He remembered the last time she read her memory and she was so angry that she almost turned her face completely.
If she visits her dream without her consent now, once she knows it, she will be sad again, saying she doesn't respect her ...
Forget it!
It's nothing but a dream.
I just didn't expect this little girl to have a spring dream ...
The man in the dream is himself?
Deity ... He was indeed called deity several years ago.
I did not expect to hear it in her mouth at this moment.
Is it accidental?
Or is she ... she was the woman who once had an encounter with him? !!
Is her dream at this moment a dream of a previous life?
God Jiuli could not help but wanted to reach out his finger ...
Ning Xuemo turned over and lay on his back, leaving only one back to him.
God Jiuli: "..."
This pose!
Isn't she afraid of being pinned?
Shen Jiuli stretched out her hand decisively, turned her over again, made her face up, and straightened out the mess of her forehead. The fingertips swept across her eyebrows without stopping.
Since he promised that he would never touch her privacy, he would do it. Perhaps she just called him "God" just by chance.
After all, her title to him has always been confusing, sometimes calling him Emperor, sometimes calling him a great god. Maybe she confused the two names in a dream.
He looked at her little face, and saw that her cheeks became increasingly red, her red lips were biting, her lips were red and her brows were frowning ...
This look made his mouth dry when he froze!
Can't help but lean down again and kiss her red lips ...
She whispered, raising her arms around her neck and responding warmly to him ...
It's been a long time since she's been so close to him.
Familiar, warm, fragrant, tender, seductive, her lips were as soft as tofu, entangled him tightly, Jiao body pressed against him, letting his breath aggravate instantly, holding her shoulder His hand added strength ...
"It hurts ..." she whispered, "You hurt me ..."
Shen Jiuli's fingers loosened slightly, and Ning Xuemo suddenly exerted a force, dragged him directly to the bed, and then turned over again, pressing him underneath: "Let ... let me come ..."
Her slang was vague and her movements were unambiguous. Shen Jiuli narrowed her eyes and looked at her riding on her body.
Is she dreaming? Still awake?
He looked at her with a playful look, her hair scattered like curtains on both sides of her, her little face flushed, but her eyes were slightly closed. Still dreaming? !!
Is she so sturdy in the dream? !!
It was the first time in his life that he was crushed by a person alone, and a little funny in addition to being surprised.
Raising her hand to support her rickety body, she did not speak, only watching her movements.
Ning Xuemo didn't open her eyes. After riding on him, after shaking for a few moments, she raised her hand and touched his usual gentle collar, and smiled sternly: "The buckle is so tight ... you bring Ascetic people ... make you want to strip you ... "
God Jiuli: "..."
Her little hands were silky and twitched on his collar ...