"Well …"
Chapter three hundred and sixteen Chu don’t branch off a night of tears.
Can I be brave?’
Zhao wrong blinked at the girl beside him.
Don’t overdo it after the Chu branch sends out a response, but the blush on the jade-like white ear bead makes the forefinger move
Quiet for a long time, she seemed to be angry from embarrassment and tried to pull her hand out of his palm, but after several unsuccessful attempts, she gave up.
"It’s getting late, and we have to hurry. Let’s rest early."
Zhao Xiaogong ye said lightly
He pushed the door in front of him.
The little Buddhist took himself into the room without a reason, but after the door panel was closed again, she still couldn’t help shivering.
"The furnishings here have also changed, but it’s a good thing people are still with me."
Zhao thief swept the eye room furnishings and laughed.
He had spent seven days in this room.
At that time, they remembered each other’s body temperature for the first time, and they whispered in their ears.
"You’re not even ten years old, but you’re feeling so sad."
Buddhist adults with a small head down.
When she opens her mouth, she is sharp and sharp.
But general Zhao said with a smile
"I don’t want to come here again and say that things will be different. I don’t want to talk about everything and cry first."
"Heaven and man want to come, but I don’t know that the champion Hou always in my heart writes so well."
Chu Buddhist like mocking low track
"I am not."
Zhao thief suddenly bent over and hugged Xiao Biezhi horizontally.
She looked stiff when she was young, but she was soft for a moment.
The wicked man gently put her on the couch with steps and squatted down by himself.
"You don’t want to follow you."
The elementary school is all red.
Zhao held her little feet by mistake
As soon as she failed to hold her breath, she sternly shouted at him
"I’m just protecting you. I won’t allow you to push your luck in my room!"
"The general is also the kindness of the people who serve the country and serve you. You’re welcome to go to bed."
Master Zhao Xiaogong speaks frankly.
Chu don’t branch red face don’t talk.
She nervously looked down at the handsome boy in front of her.
"This embroidered shoe lotus pattern is as noble as you, Master Chu."
Zhao thief took off her white shoes, hid a pure white silk full dress, and the petite lotus root foot was exposed, and the palm of his hand was tender.
Her toes are as white and delicate as pearls, and she seems to be uneasy, and she rubs each other from time to time.
Some wicked man couldn’t help it at the moment. She was so hot that she scratched her heart lightly.
"Uh-huh …"
The small Buddhist can’t hold out.
Zhao Cuo is still acting like nothing.
He looked up with a face of koo beauty glared at gentle way
"Do you want to untie your socks too?"
"Just you meddling"