The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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Jun Ye Xuan gave a slight glimpse of his eyes and sprinkled the fine warmth.

He reached out his index finger and gently reached the lips of the glass. "Who am I?"

"Jun night porch!" On the dark pillow, the girl's white skin is like a warm jade, with a delicate smile on her face.

Obviously still a look that didn't wake up.

Jun Ye Xuan was determined to look at her, as if she wanted to engrave her into her bones, and the twilight became deeper and deeper.

His gaze slowly descended along the lips of Luo Liyan Sakura, the rounded shoulders, the thin clavicle, all revealing his beloved girl, and now the red fruit is sleeping in his body.

Jun Ye Xuan’s throat rolled sharply, and the sweet taste of the soul-stricken bones in his memory made him unable to hold his head down.

The slightly hot lips trembled and affixed to the lips of the Luoyan, and bite gently.

"Hey!" Luo Yanyan reached out and tried to shoot his head to the side.

But the action made the quilt on the body slide down, and the softness of the small ting was exposed to the air.

Jun Yexuan heard the sound of fireworks in his mind, and couldn't bear it anymore. The delicate tongue could not refuse to open her lips, and madly patrolled her mouth.

The feeling of suffocation turned the lingering glazed smoke away, and opened his eyes, and saw Jun night Xuan staring at himself.

"Oh..." She reached out and pressed against the shoulders of Jun Ye Xuan, trying to make him farther away from him.

But already caught in the crazy Jun Ye Xuan, how could she follow her intentions, the two big palms grabbed her hand, hard buckled on both sides of the pillow, pressed her to death in her own body xia .

Greedy took her sweet, overbearing wrap around the lubricated soft tongue, forcing her to dance with it.

The temperature in the air is getting higher and higher, and the sweet atmosphere is fascinating.

Occasionally there will be a noise in silence.

For a long time, Jun Ye Xuan looked up, watching the eyes of Luo Lanyan squinting with the spring of water, like the most fox in the world.

He made a deep sigh, picking up the messy hair on the face of the Luoyan cigarette and causing her behind her ear.

"Little guy, don't you think there is any need to talk to me?" His voice was lazy and low, rustling, and **** to hopeless.

The glass of the glass was soaked in his eyes, and he could not understand the meaning of his words.

"For example... Why do you become a cat? Why do you obviously disappear into ashes, but can you still appear in front of me in such a perfect way?" Junyin Xuan is patient and tempted.

When Luoyan heard this question, his head was finally a lot lighter.

"Life will always encounter some adventures, isn't it?"

She took a sip of her mouth and heard her voice soft and sweet, obviously with a moving qing taste, busy in the faint twilight of Jun Ye Xuan.

"The identity and life of the cat was given to me by others, but it was a pity that it could not be used for a long time." Luo Liyan sighed with regret.

Jun Ye Xuan slightly picked up the scorpion and seemed to be thinking about the true and false of her words.

Finally, helpless and indulgent kiss kissed her forehead and whispered softly. "Oh, this is my fault. I promise that I will never let you fall into this danger again."

The promise of the deep-hearted model made the heart of Luoyan smoke like a deer.

However, she was still moved in the future, and she saw Jun Lips's lips twitching upwards. The slender fingers slid slowly along her smooth waist side with magic, bringing the numbness like an ant.

"Jun... Jun night Xuan... You don't want to... I have to go to class." Luo Zaizi scorpion raised a thin layer of moisture, softly whispering.

However, her refusal will only make Jun Ye Xuan even more crazy.

"Nothing, my class will come from me in the future!"

As he said, he lowered his head and drowned all the words he wanted to refuse, between the lips of the two.

The chan of the room, the joy of recovery, finally let the time slowly settle down.

For the two people who love each other, the good time at the moment is the beauty of the world.