His palm is wide, and in comparison, that Wangzi Steamed Bun is really shabby.
In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.
Di Fu shook his forehead and dripped sweat, so quiet that he could hear the whistling of the wind.
"The breasts are not huge, so why gather people's hearts?" Ye Zhongyuan's narrow and long phoenix eyes picked up a wispy charm, naturally raised his hand, spread out the slender fingers with distinct joints, and tried it on her chest.
Di Fuyao suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and showed a kind smile: "Mr. Pervert, as the so-called chest is not flat, why is the world peaceful?"
"Sharp teeth."
A wicked sneer slipped over Ye Zhongyuan's moderately thin lips.
"Perverted crazy demon."
Emperor Fuyao made a sharp complaint without lagging behind, and by the way, he had a straight eyes that looked mentally retarded.
It didn't matter if she looked at it. With the hazy silver moonlight, she could see the true face of this "Mr. Pervert" at such a close distance.
He is like a jade tree, dressed in a luxurious soft robe of black gold silk and satin. The gentle silver moonlight sheds his holy body. However, the breath that he exudes is cold and aloof, with a murderous aura that no one can come near. People secretly frightened, like a demon.
What's amazing is his unparalleled beauty.
The facial features are extremely delicate, with sharp edges and corners, and unusual enchanting.
The long, narrow and slightly raised eyes, puffed with a lazy and elegant taste.
His thin lips are pursed lightly, and the curvature is beautiful but also a bit ridiculous.
That delicate white jade-like skin really made the woman ashamed, she was a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, crazy, alive and enchanting!
"Tsk..." Di Fuyao couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and his voice was particularly clear in the night.
Ye Zhongyuan's phoenix eyes were as deep as an ancient pond, and a playful smile appeared on his lips, "Little girl, haven't you seen a man, so hungry and thirsty?"
Di Fu shook his mouth and twitched, looking up and down with a slightly critical eye, finally stopped in front of his crotch and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm dizzy, I'm not interested in you."
The air suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"Is it."
Leng Mei's magnetic voice fell, Ye Zhongyuan squinted his eyes, and with a big hand, Emperor Fuyao had already jumped for defense, unexpectedly hitting him in his arms.
His powerful palms buckled her waist along the way, leaned over to press down on the slender and boneless body, with frivolous eyebrows and a hint of evil spirits in his tone, "Is it a needle, you come to inspect the goods?"
Di Fuyao struggled hard, but he was still tightly bound in his arms, and he could feel his thumping heartbeat through the soft robes.
She smiled at him, but her voice was cold: "I'm over, I don't need to touch Lao Tzu to know the size of you."
Ye Zhongyuan didn't get angry but smiled, staring at her with her smiling phoenix eyes, as if he had heard something incredible.
It is said that the Nanxuan woman is gentle and graceful, but this girl is sinister and vicious, her export is dirty, and she is not half reserved. It's quite different from the timid and timid temperament in the rumors, but the appearance is the same as the rumors, ugly and awe-inspiring.
She was weak, and her slapped face was so hungry that she had a thin face because of long-term lack of food. Her left half of her face was covered by a black mark, and her right face was delicate and lovely, with a devil on one side and an angel on the other. This terrifying face was called a yin and yang grimace by the world, and it was scary.
"Look at Mao!" Di Fuyao was stared at him uncomfortably, and he raised his head and shouted.
Ye Zhongyuan's thin red lips wickedly aroused, and his eyes swept away.
Although the girl's face was flawed, it did not hinder the wise, savvy, treacherous and treacherous eyes that appeared in those twinkling eyes, like a dusted pearl, quietly exuding the peerless edge that it deserves.
Despite being restrained, she has a calm look and unruly arrogance in her eyes, like an untamable little wild cat.
"Haha." Ye Zhongyuan smiled with interest, and the palm of her waist was tightened suddenly.
Di Fuyao clings to his chest, strangling him so hard that she can't breathe. She smiled slightly and said in a mocking tone: "Perversion is perversion. The taste is really heavy. Come on, hurt each other!"