100 Ways to Get the Male God

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These indifferent words, as if questioning her, made people snort softly.

She held the man's fair waist, leaned beside his earlobe, and kissed the soft lips.

So in the next moment, the boy suddenly stiffened, his purple pupils wide open like a cat.

A feeling that was far more turbulent than just now came, and he was completely powerless to parry. He made a low noise, lowered his eyes with some headache and tried to resist, but his entire spine was soft.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the purple inside seemed to be crushed and spread out shallowly. The young man squinted and shrunk back a little impatiently, but he was unable to move, so he could only pant low, and a little water poured out of his eyes. Light.

He opened his lips slightly, and finally pursed them silently again, his cold purple pupils reflected the light absently, his pale and delicate face was red and moving, his body was floating, his lips became more and more red, and his eyes were a little broken, like It is the tide of water that is surging.

It was cold and windy outside, but warm as spring inside.

The girl's stamina and stamina are good this time, but on the contrary, the main god has a slender physique. After being held down for only a while, her breathing is a little short. The young man was clear and slender, leaning against the bed, his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly.

Shattered light swayed in the purple eyes, slightly red, and even the beautifully shaped collarbone was crimson.

The girl stopped again, her breathing was a little messy, she looked at him in a daze, and tilted her head.

She was silent and suddenly asked, "Are you going to cry?"

Feng Qing glanced at her calmly.

He raised his hand. The boy's slender fingers covered his cold purple pupils, and the corner of the snow-white shirt was lifted, revealing a white waist, and the beautiful lines stretched down, and his voice could not tell the emotion: "Do yours."

Dumb and indifferent.

…

He just wanted her to feel truly owned.

Although this is a small plane, strictly speaking, it is not the body of a god. But it doesn't matter.

At this moment, they are all real, they truly have and experience each other, and they are inseparable.

The young man closed his eyes gently.

After a night of confusion, he was full of ambiguous messes.

Yu Chu's consciousness gradually became clear, the morning light reflected on her eyes, she subconsciously raised her hand to cover it.

But as soon as she raised her hand and returned to her cage, she felt that there was another person beside her.

She was holding the man's arm and lying on his shoulders, her eyes were facing a delicate collarbone, the shape was very beautiful, and her complexion was excessively fair.

The snow-white shirt is open, and the beauty is boundless.

She froze for a moment and slowly raised her head.

What catches the eye is the boy's equally beautiful chin, the eyelashes lightly resting on the eyelids, thick and curled. He hasn't woken up yet, his little face is white and tender and beautiful, so he looks like a fragile item made of colored glass.

Lord God slept soundly, with a soft and sleepy expression on his face, showing a rare hint of cuteness and cuteness.

Yu Chu stared at him blankly.

Maybe because he closed his eyes, he didn't have that kind of lazy aura, as beautiful as a little angel.

The memory also gradually recovered.

Recalling the chaotic and blurry night, the girl's expression froze for a while, as if she had been struck by lightning a few times.

She scratched her hair in a bit of a breakdown, her eyes were stunned, she didn't dare to look at the people around her, and a thought even popped into her mind: just run away?

But before this idea was put into action, the teenager around him slowly woke up, raised his hand slightly, and opened his eyes.