I was thinking about it, and I heard the next door burning low: "Where to see you, nothing, take your clothes and roll."

Xue Meng stunned: "I see where you are?"

Ink burning: "..."

Xue Meng stared at his cousin's face for a long time, suddenly pondering the taste, not to be confused, said: "Think of what is messy! I want to say, you closed the door and locked, it should not I would like to have a lot of people in the shower room. I want to take a shower in the room myself. You are full of thoughts! I also lean on my head!"

Chu nighting in the next room was black and black.

Full of thoughts...

Xue Meng vomited heavily, slammed the ink up and down, and then said: "I didn't think of the code. You said this is to mention me, you just can't really be -"

"... aren't you taking a shower? So much!"

"No, I suddenly think that you are very suspicious." Seeing each other's tone is so bad, with a star fire in his black eyes, Xue Meng feels more and more wrong. "You just ran into the green building when you were weak." Walking around, but you don’t even have a little romantic affair. How suddenly did you turn your temper?"

"..." The burning of the ink seems to be somewhat silent. Chu Yuening is waiting in this silence. He actually wants to know how the ink will answer.

The longer he is silent, the more anxious he is. Why not snoring? awkward? regret? still is……

"Do you really want to know?"

The ink burned open, and the sound was angered.

Actually, there is still face anger.

Chu night Ning is amazed in his heart. He thinks Xue Meng is quite reasonable. There is no reason why you are not happy because people have dug your old one.

When the last one didn’t have time to finish, I heard the ink burned and said, “I’m tired, I’m tired, I feel boring. Ok, you can roll.”

Chu nightning: "..............."

Xue Meng: "..............."

After a long death, Xue Meng broke out a roar that the entire inn would have heard: "Mini rain, you are a shameless dog thing! Stinky!!"

"Come on, what do you say, go out, don't bother me to sleep."

"Don't touch me! Hate!"

"Where am I hate?"

"You, you--" Xue Meng said, a handsome face with a red face, he originally wanted to find uncomfortable with the ink burning, and the result was that he was expected to be burnt and shamelessly rebellious. I remembered that I was twenty years old. At this age, Nangong Temple and the first beauty in the realm of the real world became pro. The four sons of Jiangdongtang were already the shackles of three children, and the Kunlun stepping snow palace that Mei Han Xue...

Mei Hanxue has not died of flowering disease.

It seems that only himself is still a child without emotion, Xue Meng feels very wrong.

He didn't grieve because of his lasciviousness. He was actually not good at all, but he felt that he was burned down in this respect. He had ten streets and eight streets, so he was very angry. If you don't mention it, if you are ashamed of it, then Xue Meng's mentality will probably be another kind, but the smoldering of a stunned face will be thrown impatiently.

"It's tired, it's enough."

Xiao Xue’s master felt that he could not bear it, and his self-esteem was hit.

He "you and you", you have been for a long time, and finally angryly sighed with ink: "It is annoying anyway, you are not a person!"

Said to slam the door and go.

Chu nightning is also a bit stunned, although he is calmer than Xue Meng after all, he heard that the burning of the ink is the heart of bullying Xue Meng, but the heart can not help but the tide of the river, can not be calm for a long time.

The word next door is too rude, and the low-drinking scorpion is like a male lion with a tangled breath in the jungle. The low roar and rough words are combined into one, like a thick hot tongs fire stick. Breaking into his heart violently.

Chu night Ning throat swayed, his eyes were gloomy and flashing.

Before the ink burned, it was because the brothel broke through the ring. Of course, he knew that the ink was not as pure as Xue Meng. It was just the previous ink burning. It was not enough to make a sigh of relief. He couldn’t help but ponder and paint it in his mind. Scene.

But at this moment, the old things are revisited, and Chu Ningning couldn’t help but think that the sturdy body that he had seen, hot, smooth, smokey and smoldering, had been with those charming, white, tender and delicate teenagers. I was lingering and swayed in the little white face of the fine skin.

He felt that he was burning again in anger, and his heart was like a feather.

In such anger and eagerness, Chu Xinning’s eyes are slightly reddish, and in the dark, the color of a sea otter...

Xue Meng went and returned.

"Open the door!"

"……what happened again?"

"Let’s quarrel with you! My clothes!"

"Take it on the table."

"Hey!" Xue Meng walked away with his clothes.

This time it was quiet, Chu nighting heard the heavy footsteps, and then the bed was snarling. He really heard the man next door lying back on the bed, he even seemed to feel The swaying of the bed supports the hot shape of the mountains.

He felt very thirsty and thought of getting a glass of water.

But he heard the ink lie down. He knew that he was getting up. That person could certainly hear the movement here, so he couldn't move, like a piece of Danxia rock with a cold and cold appearance.

Next door, the ink burning is actually a little uneasy.

The man who wants dissatisfaction always looks violent. Xue Meng has to pick this time to disturb him. One to two, there is no control, and the one who has not been ashamed of it, I don’t know if Chu Jingning heard it.

If you didn't sleep, you must have heard it...

He lay in bed, the more he wanted to regret, turned back and forth, Chu night Ning also listened to his screaming sounds in a place separated by a wall, sharing his anxiety.

After a while, Chu Xiaoning heard a low-pitched sound: "Master..."

"!"

After all, the smoldering of the smoldering was awkward and unbearable. He couldn’t help his heart, and he tried to call Chu’s late night to see if there was any reaction from Chu’s late night.

"Master, are you sleeping?"

"..."

"Can you hear it?"

Chu night, like a drum, feels that his heart is too loud, very embarrassing, so the quilt is quietly pulled over the head, trying to use a layer of quilt to cover the heartbeat that the other party could not hear.

"Master respect..."

But this quilt, the sound of ink burning is close at hand, as if they were lying on a bed, as long as the night of the night, when you open the bedding, you can see the handsome face and the naked chest, looking sideways With him, the bright, bright eyes, like a wolf-like tiger, stared at him eagerly, and swallowed him with blood.

"Can you hear me?"

When Chu Ning made up his mind and did not hear it, he naturally knew that the smoldering was so asking, he hoped that he did not hear.

Otherwise, they will meet each other tomorrow morning.

The other party screamed at him a few times, and saw that there was no movement in the night, and he sighed softly. The ink burned really thought that Chu night was asleep, and let go of his heart, but he felt a little regret.

He wants to let him know how to marry him.

But Chu would rather ignore it, he could only rub the thin wallboard that blocked the two people. First, the rough fingers rubbed the past, closed his eyes, as if he was touching the chest of the night, and then the hot lips. Paste it, gently whisper, like the lips of Chu Yunning in the proverb.

The ink burned: "Don't bother... I only want you..."

But this sound is too light, Chu nightning did not hear, he wrapped himself in the bedding, his face and heart are very hot, after a while, he heard the slamming sound of the next bed, seems to be lying The people above were very anxious and turned up angrily.

He said: "Fuck!"

Chu night Ning suddenly had an animal-like sensitivity, and he predicted that he might hear something. He felt that his hair was upside down for a moment and he wanted to block his ears. But just the tip of the finger moved and it hangs down.

He squinted in the quilt, after a while, he heard...

He heard the low-spirited breath outside the quilt, which was rhythmic, violent and fierce. Chu’s arm had a goose bump in his arm. In such a voice, he felt that the spine was numb and soft. .

The breath of breath is so sexy, so sinful, squatting in the throat, depressed and unrestrained, he heard this voice, what else does not understand.

Chu night Ning closed his eyes, he felt uncomfortable, his lips slightly open, and some trembling.

He thought of dreams of being wet many times. In his dreams, he saw all the bodies burned and honest. So he closed his eyes, but he clearly imagined the scene outside the quilt. He felt that the ink was burning beside him, stretching his strong and strong body lying on his back, his black eyes burning, his faint luster...

(The car is driving, moving the collar)

After the release, the front of the eyes was a blur, Chu nightning did not know how he would break into the thick love network, he did not have the strength, kneeling on the quilt, his eyes blurred, gasping low.

He is rejecting desire.

But I am willing to sink into love.

When desire and love are intertwined, **** seems to become less acceptable. Therefore, the venting of Yuliang Village, which was self-defeating, finally became no longer the same. He still felt ashamed, but the shame was ruined by the bottom of his heart and was swallowed up by comfort and excitement.

Suddenly, I was so eager, eager for the disappearance of the wooden wall, and the same sweaty ink burned through, undulating hot chest, sticking to his back, gasping, kissing his shoulder, neck.

Chu night, Ning, but lying down, he thought, if this is the case, then all this is complete.

Then he will be enough.

The next day, the ink ignited early.

Here is Linyi, the taste of the dishes is not suitable for eating, and there is no light dish in the inn. So he went to the West City to buy some ingredients and prepared to borrow some kitchen to cook some things for the teacher.

There are some men chasing people in this world, and thousands of tricks can be made out. It’s not an exaggeration for a full meal, but as long as you can’t catch it, you can turn your hands and turn around. There are so many beautiful people in the world. It’s impossible to spend more than half a thought on the subject.

But the ink burns differently.

He chased the teacher and spent two lifetimes.

Now that I understand my own mind, I also know that I can never have more friendships with the masters and apprentices in my life, but he is still willing and willing to be better than Chu.

Knowing that it can't be done, this point, after his death, he has not changed.

"The son, come out to buy food so early, look at this radish, buy a little go? You can be watery."

"The son, the jewelry here, the handkerchief necklace, the head flower, whatever, the craft is good."

"Come on, take a look, all kinds of spiritual stones, tempered weapons are essential, come and come -"

The ink burned originally intended to buy the food and left, but he took a basket full of Dangdang, passed through a grocery store, and saw a pile of beautiful small pieces on the table. His gaze was attracted by one of the things, and he unknowingly walked over and stopped at the counter.

There was a man standing there, wearing a hood, and looking at the dazzling array of merchants.

The man raised his hand, under the black sleeves, revealing a very pale, extremely delicate and beautiful five fingers, because these five squirrels like fingers, ink burned to notice this person.

He looked at his body and thought it was a man, but he saw the hand and felt like a woman.

So he turned his head and looked at the person's face with some curiosity, but only saw the black gauze covering, only revealing a pair of cold and cold eyes, and the eyes were also covered in the shadow of the big cap of the cloak, the sly is not so clear. .

The two looked at each other and the ink burned habitually at him.

The man withdrew his hand, which was originally intended to touch a piece of Lingshi before the booth. The smoldering light saw his thumb wearing a ring.

Silver snake pattern, scales are sturdy.

Suddenly, he felt that the serpentine on the ring was familiar. When he looked at it again, the man had already taken his hand back into the wide sleeve. He did not salty and glanced at the ink, and then turned away and left. .

"It's a weird..." Mo-burned muttered. However, the Confucian monk is overjoyed, and the wedding posts are widely distributed. Recently, it is true that some strange characters are going to Linyi. This kind of body is covered by the cloak, but it is actually nothing.

At this time, the ink burned and heard the back door of the small shop ringing, the curtains picked up, and the proprietress came out from inside.

The ink burned the black man's things behind him, smiled and pointed to one of the same spirits, and asked: "The boss, this, how to sell?"