Chapter 613: Warm pork belly

Ning Xuemo does not want to let himself be weak under his palm ...
The more she endured, the slower her skin recovered.
Han Shanyue should have thought of this too, he must untie this knot for her to proceed, otherwise he would be busy again.
"Xue Mo, remember what day it is today?" He couldn't stop thinking, and suddenly asked such a sentence.
Ning Xuemo's forehead had already seen sweat: "Ah?" She couldn't remember it for a moment.
"If you don't run away from marriage, today is the day of our marriage, and now it's dark, it should be our candlelight night ..." His voice seemed to be doped with ambiguous magnetism. The palm was moved a little more than half an inch up, and his palm edge had touched her top secret place ...
The candlesticks in the cave house, as a flower man should have done on her ...
Ning Xuemo made a loud noise in his head, and there seemed to be a picture flashing in front of him.
The room was full of red joy, the candle shadow shook red, and in the red tent, a woman in a red dress pressed lightly on a man in a moon-colored robe and whispered, "I won't let the flower candle make me take the initiative? Actually, it doesn't matter if I take the initiative ... "
The sound was faint, as if fascinated into the bone marrow across countless moisture. With the voice, the man's robe was ripped open with a small hand ...
The woman's voice was still smiling: "I don't want to wear red in such a good day, I'm a little unhappy ..."
Her words fell off, and the man who was under her suddenly turned over and held her back, and the man gasped a bit: "I don't think this is true ... but this kind of thing can't make women anyway Take the initiative ... "
The clothes were scattered all over, and the two figures in Hong Luo's account were completely entangled.
The woman whispered in the account: "It hurts ... you ... you lightly ..."
The man's voice still seems calm, but it brings a dullness, a danger: "Does it hurt? I want to make you more painful!"
The bed account shook, and the figures crisscrossed.
There was a woman's uncontrollable groan in the account ...
Ning Xuemo felt that she had also become the floating woman in her mind, and she could not break into the army under the strong attack of the man, groaned lightly.
In the bath tub, Ning Xuemo closed her eyes slightly, not covering up her feelings, and making a sound of shame.
The Han Shanyue behind her has been as quiet as water in the heart of the lake, and it seems that someone was thrown into a stone, turbulent. His blood fluttered, and his body trembled, almost spurting out blood.
He busily gathered his heart, hugged Yuanyi, his palm kept moving on her body, covered densely, not letting go of every inch of skin, but he was hypnotizing himself in his heart, and his palm was a warm piece of pork belly.
His eyes have been staring at her gray hair, coupled with powerful hypnosis deep in his heart, he finally settled his mind, stabilized his vitality, and was able to cast again ...
As Ning Xuemo has really entered the state, coupled with his precise mental powers, the skin on Ning Xuemo's body recovers faster, his legs, waist and legs become tighter and more flexible.
Wherever his palm traveled, it was like being restored with magic, turning stones into gold and turning decay into magic.
With the gradual recovery of her body, coupled with her touching light groan, Han Shanyue, who made her mind as rock-solid, finally felt a bit uncontrollable ...
He thinks he still looks at himself!