Chapter 582:

Usually, there may be no feelings, but now when I want to say something private to the of death, there is a big light bulb around me. Anyone will be upset, and Lu Yiqian is no exception.
"Can you find a place to play?" Lu Hao was so rude and underground.
Business. The singer will be a little more smack. !
" commonly, as long as you don't stay here," Lu said.
"I don't know the way."
Lu Hao was in a hurry, simply shook out of the line and took the hand of death into the room.
Double is like a month casting: "What do you want to do, what do you do when you enter the room, why should you close the door?" He was full of vinegar, and he did not care about the image. Where is he still the master of the world? He is simply a jealous husband, and he is really angry.
Lu Yiqian suspected that he was noisy, really, the human lover said something intimate, he made a lot of fun, really no eyesight, shouted: "Death, you go to isolate him, don't let him explore anything that will happen in this room. " Her strength is much weaker than doubles, and she does not have that ability."
"Yeah." The master slyly promised, and gave the guards a protective measure, ensuring that nothing could be seen in the moon, nothing could be heard, and even he could not feel anything in it.
The doubles that are being eavesdropped are suddenly blocked. Of course, who knows who's handwriting is angry, but he is angry and angry, but there is no way to talk about force. He is not the strongest Creator, let alone that. There are two creationists in it, but if you don’t use it, you can make a personal number!
I am mad at him, what is this? !
It’s just a slap in the face, it’s just shameless!
Double vinegar cylinders broke, vinegar spilled over the ground, and the heart turned over ten million poisons, but Lu Yiqian turned to his mind, these poisons disappeared, and all he could do was... sulking on the ground!
Also curious, what do the two people do in the room?
What Lu Yuqian wants to do to the of death is something that is not suitable for children.
There is nothing to be embarrassed, and there is nothing embarrassing. She loves him and wants him. She is loyal to her heart.
In this warm and comfortable room, Lu Yiqian said with great decisiveness: "Come here, lie down, take off your clothes, let me take a good look at you."
The of death was full of red, he did not understand, asked: "Is it not to talk?" He did not understand, "how to talk" will evolve to "take off clothes." But the heart is happy.
Lu Yiqian replied calmly and calmly: "Yes, they have all been stripped of their clothes, are they not more intimate?" In this case, even some of the suspects of the apprenticeship were sceptical, but her face was extremely positive, and there was no such thing as awkwardness. Justified.
The of death will never violate the instructions of Lu Yiqian. Although he does not understand it, he has also removed the cloak. It is only in her increasingly hot eyes that he feels quite a bit... shy and embarrassed? What comes with it is the extreme excitement of the heart. Just watching her, he feels that the whole body is soft and the current is overflowing.
"Don't be ashamed, don't be embarrassed, let me take a good look at you." Lu Yuqian's voice was dull, and he pressed him on the soft white velvet bed, and watched it carefully. Not only did his eyes come, but his hands followed.
The eyebrows are the incomparable color in this world. When the cloak is taken off, the mountains and the earth will also change color. It is more described to him. It is not enough to describe it. Because it is contaminated with spring color, it will be more savage and shocking!
"This eyebrow is still this eyebrow. It has not changed at all. It is as long as the mountains. This eye is still this eye, and I am so mad. This nose, or this nose, stands like a pillar, and looks like a jade. This lip is still this. Lips, tell me a lot of thoughts." Lu Yiqian is not a poet, usually do not say these sweet words that make people teeth sour, but at this moment, this situation, she completely unconsciously said, even she did not find.
Maybe, love can make anyone a poet.
She said, her hand touched it a little, and her lips kissed softly.
"Master, Lord, Master..." How can the death of God be able to withstand such stimulation? His body is extremely eager to see Lu Yiqian, but it is also to look at the emotions, let alone the torture of love. Gently stroke, so ecstasy soft kiss.
He only felt the whole body circulate, and the whole body yelled.
"My death is really sensitive, but I haven't seen enough, what should I do?" Lu Yiqian charmed and smiled, and continued to move very badly.
Black eyes like a moon, shining golden light, a waterfall like a black curtain on the bed, stunned.
The perfect body with unlimited strength, the delicate skin, the muscles are very powerful, the best velvet wrapped steel, the extreme touch. Add one more points, less one point, and the whole body is the highest masterpiece, the highest art.
Lu Hao thousands of hands all the way from face to neck, to the collarbone, slightly stay in the chest, with his tongue tipped his chest red, hands all the way down, parked in the waist of the flexible and powerful road of death, suddenly smiled: "People say Yang Liuxiaoman Waist, this is the case." Her plain face is cold, but this smile, like spring blossoms, spring back to the earth. It was so bright and beautiful.
Death only feels that he is obsessed and drunk.
Of course, he is not really a small waist. To be precise, he should be the beard of the bear, which is the most beautiful and outstanding representative of the man. The reason why Lu Yiqian said that he was a small waist was under his perfect impact, and suddenly he felt a sigh.
Death is like being born to seduce the world!
Lu Hao violently grasped his focus and made his body tremble, and she was satisfied: "It's okay, not thin, not thin, not thin because I missed me."
Death only feels shameful and embarrassed and helpless. He wants to be thin and difficult. He wants to be fat and difficult. His body is perfect, but... his heart is thin, and she thinks she is thin.
"Master..." He screamed low, wanting her, frantically.