The Anarchic Consort

Although Helen Weiwei did not know what he was thinking, he could also detect the man’s absent-mindedness.

She thought about it, put the glass down and looked at the Bailijiajue: "Hey, come over, have something to tell you."

The two people were not far away from each other. The Baili Jiajue did not move even in the pose. It was still like a demon. The evil spirit of laughter was just a bias toward Helen Weiwei: "What?"

There is nothing but a kiss.

A soft kiss that falls on the cheek.

The scorpion of Bailijiajue was shocked and looked at Helen Weiwei. The suffocation of the eyes was exhausted, but the tone was still cold: "This is what you are looking for."

The language fell, not waiting for the reaction of Helen Weiwei, her whole person was hugged by the man.

With the strong breathing, the falling kisses are hot.

This time I don't know why, when men treat her, they are more tormenting than before.

Like forcing her to beg for mercy, he is pondering on her body, but she does not give her a happy.

However, his hand was particularly hard and not in bed.

As if with a punishing taste, he shackled her in the gap between the sofa and the bookshelf. The big palm pressed her long legs, and the cool fingers swept into the pajamas of Helen Vivi.

The pajamas worn by Helen Weiwei were thin and light, and they were stuck on the man's suit, which could not stop any toughness.

The Bailijiajue is like a beautiful ferocious beast. He buried his head in the long hair of Helen Vivi, and kissed her slender neck thinly, unlike any one. This time, he, Obviously worried, even the voice was hoarse and sexy: "Hey, say you want me, say, I will give you."

"Well..." Helen Weiwei was reddened by the corners of his tossing, not to mention the skin that was originally white, the heat of the wine, so she only wanted to be close to him, the two hands could not help. Just surrounded the man's neck, the long legs followed up, such a posture enough to make any man crazy.

The tall body of Baili Jiajue is getting hotter and hotter, and it is almost necessary to burn Helenweiwei.

He gasped for a moment on her forehead, his hand from Helen Vivi's jaw, and the softness that fell to his chest, gently holding it.

Helian Weiwei was a numb and stiffened.

"Don't you say?" He smiled, his lips pressed against the face of Helen Weiwei, slowly moving down, from the neck to the white chest, the electric shock slid over, and Helen Weiwei could not control it. Twisted.

Bai Lijiajue reached out and hugged her tightly. Helen Weiwei could even feel the hard top of him underneath his suit, and how close he was to fit her, but he still refused to let her happy, breathing. Asked: "Don't you say?"

After all, Helen Weiwei still couldn’t resist the numbness of the bones, and he said with a sigh: "To..."

In an instant, he rushed in, and in this position, she lifted her up, and she was a little worried.

Helen Weiwei could hardly consider anything. The back was against the wooden bookshelf. The only point of acceptance was him. It was almost a crash.

There is no such thing as a man who spares her.

In her ear, she said, "You are mine, I can only be alone."

Helen Weiwei couldn’t hear what he was saying, his eyes were light and he wanted to make him lighter.

However, such a kind of pleading seems to only make the things in the body harder and harder, and the hot ones followed the impact of Helianweiwei, and even the sound of the exit was a little hoarse.

The night outside the house is getting more and more heavy.

The Bailijiajue did not stop, and the heavy breath made Helen Weiwei alone, and his legs were a little soft.

In the mind is the snow of the sky, the chest is pressed by his burning chest, and the unbearable numbness will almost drive Helen Weiwei crazy.

The waist of Helian Weiwei was originally fine, and now it is constantly invaded by Bai Lijiajue. The picture is messy and beautiful: "I have not seen the way you answered."

He seems to be somewhat uncontrollable, and his mouth is buried in his heart, and the blurred eyes are full of scarlet deep.

With the last force, Bai Lijiajue opened his mouth and bit the fragile neck of Helen Weiwei.

After several tossing down, Helian Weiwei had no strength to open his eyes. The Baili Jiajue hugged her up and let her stick to him, so she gently touched her face.

I don't know when it started, Bai Lijiaju liked this feeling, let his little phoenix lie on his chest, and then circle her whole person in her arms.

The Barry Gregory is very clear that this time there is nothing to do with Helen Weiwei.

But he just can't control it. As long as he thinks that someone is in the situation he doesn't know, then he is next to He Liweiwei's side and sees a lot of different things that he didn't see. He just I want to lock this person up, and I can't see anyone who can't see it...

Maybe there is a problem only he knows.

That is, since tearing time and space, the demonness of his body is getting thicker and thicker, so thicker that he wants to destroy it when he is watching.

The Barry Gregory knew very well that it was because he had given up his godhead.

Without a godhead, he will become a completely demon.

And the devil has no heart.

Suddenly, the hands of Bai Lijiajue used strength.

Like feeling the temper from him, Helen Weiwei reached out and smashed his head in a mess, obviously tired, but still wrinkled with his eyebrows and asked him: "What? Is it not? Comfortable?"

“No.” Bai Lijiajue chuckled: “Should you have any discomfort? Is it still hurt?”

Helen Weiwei’s face was red, and his hand was removed, and then he was hugged. There was a very imperial command: “If you don’t feel uncomfortable, sleep.”

"Hmmm?" The Baili Gajue did not say anything. After all, the person in his arms was too warm, and he seemed to hold her like this, and even the cold one could become warm.

It’s just unpleasant that someone always likes to throw him in bed after sleeping.

The Barry Gregory looked up and looked at the sunlight coming in from outside. Uncomfortablely draped the thick eyebrows, then pulled the curtains, slender fingers slid over the shirt buttons, and walked down the stairs.

His skin was originally a special kind of white, otherwise it would not be called the blood-sucking aristocracy of the East.

But it is obvious that when a highness is unhappy, the bloodthirsty temperament will be more vivid.

The shadows hidden in the darkness shook, and they dared not come out from the corner of the villa with the burgundy carpet...

To the reader: the first on April 28