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

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"That... actually I can explain it." Luo Liyan smiled and raised his hand around the neck of Nansijue. "You also know that this person always has young ignorance and likes the wrong person for a while." At the time, I just accidentally took a detour."

"Well, it’s quite a long bend! Big touch? Dead loyalty powder?" Nan Sijue gently bite the lip of the Luoyan cigarette, repeatedly grinding, but the action of the hand does not stop, directly open the Luoyan smoke. The phone with any password is set directly into the screen of her Weibo.

Ignore the news that keeps jumping out, he flipped the microblog before the glass.

The one before the Weibo today is still a month ago.

"Oh ah... my Xuan Xuan is really handsome and breaking the sky, hehe!"

“Congratulations to Xuan Xuan’s endorsement of Z’s endorsement, Xuan Xuan is the best!”

"The dream of a poor life, sleep to Xuan Xuan, and make a monkey for Xuan Xuan!"

"Oh..." Nansuke smirked in a low voice and threw the phone to the side. His eyes were full of bloodthirsty light. "I usually resist me, but I am willing to give him a monkey..."

"Who wants to give him a monkey! How can he look good, this will affect the next generation of genes." Luo Liyan quickly swears to interrupt the South Secretary.

But she knows that such words are absolutely the original subject of this body.

Nan Sijue, this vinegar jar, usually looks at others with a look, and more words with others, regardless of men and women, he has to change the flowers to punish the other side.

Now he has caught the exact evidence of his spiritual derailment. How can he call Cheng Jinxuan a small matter? Can he still live to see the sun of tomorrow is a problem?

Really not, color you!

Luo Liyan took a heart and pleaded with a small tongue and scorned his cool lips.

Nan Sijue’s throat rolled sharply, but got up and put her on the bed. The cold tone was about to fall out of the ice. “Why did you like him before, but didn’t like me?”

He felt that all his reason was about to be burned by the bonfire, and he could only resist and refrain from making any irreparable crazy moves.

"This..." Luo Liyan secretly squinted at the muscles of the South Secretary, and some of the guilty hands twisted together. "That... can I apply without saying it? Anyway, it is a past tense. Who has not touched one or two people on the road of growth, as long as they are together with the right people."

Luo Lanyan was half-squatted on the bed, his hands were ringed on the strong waist of Nansijue, and his face was licked with a silky skin. Then he looked up and looked at him with a star-eyed look.

The South Secretary only felt that the lower abdomen was tight, and somewhere in the body was looking up a little.

His hand was on the shoulder of the Luoyan cigarette, and he wanted to push her a little, but she could not refuse her touch. Instead, she held her tighter.

"My life is only for your heart." South Secretary whispered low, his voice was low and hoarse.

The Luoyan smoke was too late to move, and he heard his slightly threatening words ring again.

"So, you want to take the initiative to confess to me why you like Cheng Jinxuan, or do I find the clues on your Weibo a little bit?"

Vinegar jar!

Small air bag!

No grace!

The glass of glaze closes his eyes and turns his heart!

Forget it, die now!