Chapter 611 What Is Your Taste?

Ning Xuemo tried his best to open his eyes, but he could only see one hand and a small wrist...

And this pose is so gorgeous! She doesn't think there are such scenes that make people spit out nosebleeds in those luscious films!

Nima, what is the way to restore the original appearance? ! What a broken setting!

Don't ask, Rong Yue Tianlan's fellow came up with this method to solve the disguise technique.

That guy looks suave, serious, and he doesn't write about that jade futon or jade girl, right? !

...

Rong Yue Tianlan, who was drinking tea leisurely under the big tree in the yard, suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, opened the fan with the word "Merry" written on it and shook it, who was scolding him behind his back?

Fortunately, it was just a matter of sneezing. To him, it was nothing, and he would not take it to heart.

He picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, and the corner of his pink lips tickled lightly. The throne is now ---- very fragrant, right? Exciting, right? I wonder if the heart of the glacier that has not moved for ten thousand years will crack a slit? Melt a little bit of red dust into it...

I didn't expect that the emperor's old man could be so attached to this matter of love and love...

Love is a poison, and it hurts, but it makes the people in the bureau willing to drink this honey-flavored arsenic...

There seemed to be someone's shadow flashing in front of him, his mind moved, his breath suffocated, and the familiar pain came up again.

His fingers holding the teacup froze for a moment, then he froze for a moment, then smiled again, took a sip of tea, and by the way pressed the shadow into the depths of his memory...

...

Inside the secret room.

in the tub.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help it anymore, and began to breathe repressedly...

She was still sitting cross-legged in his arms with her legs slightly curled, her palms forced to fold over her heart, in a standard meditation posture. And his palm moved up her calf inch by inch, and it had moved above her knee...

That strange numbness is getting heavier and heavier, the bone marrow is hot and numb, and there seems to be a wave of electric current rushing up and into her limbs...

This kind of feeling seems comfortable and painful, and Ning Xuemo has never tasted this kind of taste in her life.

She bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from moaning softly...

This kind of feeling is like some legendary drug, but it can't be relieved like a scratch. Unspeakable pain, unspeakable ecstasy.

It felt too hard, and it made her feel embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to divert her attention.

The only thing that made her feel relieved was that the slack skin on the part pressed by his palm became plump again, the skin became white and elastic again, and the moisturizing of the girl's skin was restored.

At this moment, both her legs below the knees and above the small feet have returned to their original state, but the above knees have not recovered. In contrast, it looks a bit weird...

Naturally, Ning Xuemo also saw his own reflection in the water waves.

Face, neck, upper body... still so old, she didn't want to give her a second glance.

Looking at her wrinkled face, Ning Xuemo finally thought of a question - just now when Han Shanyue forcibly kissed her, she was facing such an old face. He... how could he keep his mouth shut? !

God, what kind of taste do you have!

With such a neat temperament, he must have made a big decision to kiss her at that time, right? !

Just to test whether she likes him or not, he really paid for it!