The Anarchic Consort

"Master, where are we going?"

Originally, according to the habit of His Highness, this point will bathe.

Today.

The shadow looked up and glanced at the arms of Bai Lijiajue, and could not help but glimpse.

Then, then, is that a woman?

Shadow almost doubts whether he is wrong or not, and makes a hard look at his own eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, His Royal Highness has always been graceful and honorable as a god. After all, there is a halo of the Son on his head.

But only the shadow knows how the master is cold and inaccessible when there is no one.

Especially when he pretended to make another identity into Taibai College, he seemed to politely walk in people's sights, but in fact no one entered his world.

Naturally indifferent, this is the true Highness.

One year in the reception of foreign guests, the princess of the neighboring country was also drunk, and by the wine, she had to go to the temple to send her personally.

The princess was indeed a bit too arrogant. Who advised not to listen, but also took the opportunity to wrap up the arm of His Royal Highness.

The next day, His Royal Highness set up a plan to let the princess marry the desert of the most hospital.

The reason is because His Royal Highness could not stand his favorite clothes and was dyed by the princess.

At that time, the emperor’s imperiality almost made people play the board under the sire of the temple. In addition to knowing what they were waiting for in the temple next year, only the old man of Taishang looked at him. In general, Tai Shanghuang was reluctant to punish His Royal Highness. I pulled the hall down to the teachings of my heart and mind.

The Highness heard the end from the beginning, and finally indifferently hooked the lips: "A woman who squats on me, the grandfather makes me polite to her? Oh, I didn't kill her, it's good."

However, today, His Royal Highness will take the initiative to hold a woman.

In the past, the shadow could hardly believe it.

When the Baili Jiajue hugged Helen Weiwei into the door, his fingers stood aside, as if he were afraid of hurting his arms and you.

When the shadow had just stepped forward to help him hold the body's slightly biased Helen Weiwei, the cold scorpion of the Baili Jiajue passed, and he seemed to have recovered his hand by being cut, and reverently retreated to the side.

The Baili Jiajue took back his eyes and his voice was faint: "Retreat."

The shadow originally wanted to stay in the side of the house. After all, His Royal Highness never did anything to take care of the people, but after he saw the palm of the Bailijiajue round the brain of Helen Weiwei, she carefully and gently held her whole person. The shadows silently retreated to the side.

"I said Ajue, how do you drink halfway and leave." Nangong Lie, who was incomparably fascinated, came over from a distance and looked at the person in his arms. The eyebrows picked and picked: "Hey? This woman's face This looks pretty good."

Said, Nangong Lie wants to reach out and put the bangs of Helen Weiwei again, carefully and clearly.

But don't want to, slamming!

The wooden door in front of the room merged suddenly, and Nangong Lie had not reacted yet, and he was smashed with dust.

"Rely! Ajue, Laozi’s face is ruined!"

However, Nangong Lie is very upset, why not let him also go in together, it is obvious that Ajue has no ability to care for people!

Also, what about the shadow?

Nan Gonglie looked around and just wanted to go. The wooden door in front of him opened again. In front of him was the beautiful face of Bai Lijiajue: "Go to the hot water."

"?" Nan Gonglie's face question mark.

Nangong Jiajue thought about adding another sentence: "There are towels."

"I look so much like your bodyguard!!!" Nangong screamed!

Nangong Jiajue slowly smashed his wrist: "Go, or not?"

"Go!" Nangong Lie swallowed his throat and turned his gaze away. He whispered while walking: "So I hate that I hate the guy who threatens people with martial arts all day long! It's shameless!"

But to be honest, Nangong Lie did not do such a thing as watering. Just looking for a tub, he sent three shadows.

Finally, I got a plate of hot water and knocked open the door: "Hey, Laozi puts the hot water..."

Hey!

Another door is ringing.

Nan Gonglie maintained the movement of the end basin in the thin dust that was vacated. His hands were already empty, leaving only a tragic face...

......

The bed in Helianweiwei's room is very large, and the long black hair is spread out on the bright red sandalwood, giving a kind of beautiful and enchanting.

The Bailijiajue glanced at her and sat down on the edge of the wooden bed. She stretched her arm and twisted the white towel. The shoulder and back ridge extended a very strong curve, and the side was wiped out for Herrenweiwei. Side face, long eyebrows wrinkled, as if not very accustomed to this kind of thing.

It seems that someone is feeling beside him. Helian Weiwei has turned over his body, but his cheek unexpectedly touched the arm of Bailijiajue. The cool touch of the hair made her unable to groan.

The long lashes covered the eyes that were always smiling, the thin lips and lips were slightly squinting, and the long black hair was scattered around, making the whole face soft.

A drop of crystal water on his face slid down his cheeks and finally hid under her white robes.

Intriguing.

Bai Lijia Jue felt like he was caught by something, some itching, some unknown... thirst.

His gaze fell on her pale, soft lips, and the sun was shining, and the slender fingers ran down the cheeks of Helen Vivi, gently pressing down.

The sense of touch is the same as in memory. The hot feeling spreads from the fingertips to the chest, as if there is any swelling.

The eyes of the Bailijiajue are more heavy, which makes him look a little bit more dangerous than usual.

In the quiet room, you can hear the shallow breathing of Helen Weiwei.

Then, even the sound of breathing was gone.

Because the Barry Gregory has been together, the dark eyes are becoming more and more unpredictable as the thin lips touch.

"Hey..." Helen Weiwei gently wrinkled Liu Mei.

But the Barry Gregory directly extended the tip of his tongue and gently outlined the beautiful lip shape.

The silky touch made him almost linger, stayed for a while, and understood the truth when he saw it. He smiled and stood up and looked at her slightly wrinkled clothes.

Stretching his hand quickly pulled off the smocked coat of Helen Vivi and scanned her white collarbone. .

It is closer and closer to seeing in the forest than that day. The cool skin like the jade is so cool that there is no cockroach in the porcelain white, as if it is lightly pressed, it will print red marks.

The singer of Bai Lijiajue went down her neckline, and the slender fingers slowly untied the strips of her waist, which was rude.

Teared the unsightly robes.

Under the messy white clothes, in addition to the soft black hair of the black, the skin of Helen Weiwei is like a soft light, delicate and beautiful clavicle, slender legs, unreserved appearance. In front of the eyes of Bai Lijia...