The soldier is a girl

163 Chapter 165: I can breathe
Sure enough, one of the two breaths broke in again after a dozen or so breaths, but this time it only took five breaths to leave, probably because he couldn't stand the corruption in this room.

Hibiscus is going crazy, what the hell is she a saint? While listening to Xiaohun's live broadcast, someone who feels a little bit puts chun against her mingan's extreme ear. The key is not to move, but to hold her breath The air, this f*ck is the rhythm that wants her to die.

"Okay, people are far away, and they can breathe."

I don't know if Mo Ling forgot that his chun was still attached to Mu Jin's ear, and the small earlobe just half-jawed into his mouth as he opened and closed his lips.

A burst of suma spread from the ears to the whole body, and Hibiscus only felt that the whole body was ruan.

So the moment he heard Mo Ling's words, instead of breathing, he turned his head slightly to save his ears from Mo Ling's lips, and then thought of breathing.

However, the two were very close, Mu Jin turned her head and her ears were rescued, but her cheeks were brought to Mo Ling's lips again, Mu Jin hurriedly raised her hand to cover her cheeks, and this covering would be sent to Mo Ling again. Under her lips, Mu Jin felt that she was about to cry, what was it all about.

She couldn't roll out, it was pitch black and she couldn't see where she was, she was really afraid that if she rolled out of the bed, she would get into trouble.

But it's not true, it's as if she sent it to someone to love, and it looks like she loves someone else.

In the end, Mu Jin closed her eyes and shrunk down directly into Mo Ling's chest. It's better to lean on the chest than to lean on the lips. It's okay to kiss twice, but she is afraid that he will settle accounts after the fall. She is a general who is extremely uncertain. Yes, she wondered if he would strangle her.

Mo Ling obviously could get rid of this predicament by raising his head slightly, but he didn't. I don't know if he was greedy for the sense of touch, or for the pleasure of seeing the person in his arms in distress, in short, he just didn't want to move.

Just after Mu Jin got out of the predicament, the originally suppressed voice of grace suddenly amplified, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up... um... ah..."

Mu Jin just retracted into Mo Ling's arms, her ears were not covered, and she heard the voice clearly, so clearly that Mu Jin's mind was attracted to it, and she completely forgot about her embarrassment just now.

Let me go, this is Wu Yong's voice, this... this... Does Jianjun Wu know whether his son is a broken sleeve or a victim...

This is even more exciting than Wu Hai's secret murder...

"Well... ah... hurry up... hurry up..."

A man shouting so ecstasy, what on earth is he going to do?

"Wu..." Mu Jin wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered that the place was wrong, so she uttered one word and swallowed the rest.

I'll go, Wu Yong looks quite strong, he doesn't look like a shou at all, I really want to know what the one who oppressed him looks like, should I go and have a look.

Thinking about it, Mu Jin moved her fingers restlessly, then turned her body from facing to facing away from Mo Ling's chest, and began to move outward inch by inch.

As soon as he moved a few times, Mo Ling pulled him back and pressed him into his arms, and he felt the warm breath from that quiet distance again by his ear, "What are you going to do?"

Mujin's body trembled a bit, because of the low, seductive voice and because of Suma's ear.

If it was just to see who was oppressing Wu Yong, then now it is to stay away from Mo Ling, her ears really can't stand his torture.

After the shaking, the outward pulling movement continued, and then he moved half an inch, only to feel a warmth covering his ears, and then a slight tingling pain.

(End of this chapter)