Your daughter Jiao Chong Ji

Her lip was bitten by him, and she could even taste the blood, but she did not refuse, nor did she feel pain. The blue sky and the sunshine were not as bright as his eyes, and she saw her little self in his eyes, supple and clever. Snow tender face, seems to be more delicate and greasy than in memory, can be broken by blowing, he used to be very pity, not willing to force, but today so rough almost ravaging kiss. He wanted to treat her gently, whether it was two years ago or two years later. But now he watched himself bully her so hard, but he couldn't stop it. Kiss down to the neck, a Ning began to frown, slightly arched body, throat overflow, "Your Highness." Then there was a loud tearing sound of cloth and silk. The skirt embroidered with gold and silver thread turned into rags and was thrown aside at random. His love for her had piled up into a bottomless desire, and once this terrible desire was opened, it was like a huge flood that could not be stopped. Men essentially have a kind of beast-like tyrannical factor, once triggered, they must be comforted and appeased by the softest thing in the world. A Ning raised his head and kept shaking, the blue sky and white clouds in the line of sight became blurred, calling on his mouth, like crying for mercy, and like an invitation to sing. Now his brain was completely boiling, and when he reached out to take off her trousers,Beverage packing machine, Ah Ning finally shrank and begged, "Your Highness!" Zhao Yan looked up, and the little girl was already in tears. Don't cry, little boy! He stepped forward again and wiped her tears. "I was wrong." He held her in his arms, wiped away her tears, saw the marks on her face, lips and body, and began to blame himself again. He bowed his head and kissed her gently on the mouth. "Does it hurt?" It didn't really hurt, it was just a burst of emotion in her chest that made her want to cry. She gave him a misty look and tried to say it didn't hurt, but she opened her mouth and groaned hoarsely. Zhao Yan immediately frowned,liquid bottle filling machine, his blame turned into hatred, grabbed her hand and patted his face, "It's all my fault, little boy, it's all my fault." "Don't fight!" A Ning hurriedly pulled back the hand, but finally patted his face, the strength is not big, a light sound. She was so frightened that she got up to see it, and there was heartache in her eyes. Zhao Yan's line of sight, however, because of her action of getting up, just fell somewhere where she was very different from two years ago, and her eyes were straight for a moment. Ning woke up and immediately covered herself with her hands, blushing. Zhao Yan stared at her eyes, took off her arm with one hand, and then hugged her, "Ah Ning." Give me a hug. He finally calmed down and regained some of his composure. Your Highness.. She called softly, as soft as cotton candy, liquid bottle filling machine ,PET bottle Mold, across his heart. His head was still rubbing against his chest, which was only in his middle clothes. Start acting like a spoiled child again. The man smiled, reached out and pinched her face gently. "Miss me?"? Think of coming all this way to find me in person? Ning pouted and whispered, "I don't miss you!" The dead duck's mouth is hard, and Zhao Yan doesn't haggle with her. Now he could hold her in his arms and feel her fragrance and softness quietly, and he felt very happy. I miss you, Ah Ning. He whispered, "I think about it every night, and I can't stop for a moment." Ning raised her eyes and said, "What about during the day?"? Don't you want to during the day? The man tapped her on the forehead, "really overbearing, even my time during the day also want to occupy?" A Ning curled her lips, "of course, you have to occupy it, otherwise your Highness will go to see what tribal princess ah during the day, what grassland beauty.". When the time comes to return to Beijing, even the eldest son of the concubines will be there. Do I still have a place? “…… Little girl, you know so much. Zhao Yan can't help laughing, "I'm busy with military affairs during the day, but I hope I can think less about you, but I can't help it. You can always come out suddenly when you're busy." After a pause, he added, "There is no such thing as a princess or a beauty. I just want you.". I can't think enough. He bowed his head and kissed her. A Ning observed yesterday, Zhao Yan did not bring any beauty back, so now I believe Zhao Yan. In fact, she was extremely disgusted with her own psychology. She felt that she was getting farther and farther away from the word "virtuous". No, it's good. She whispered, "Actually, I'm not that intolerant, I just." I feel that even if your Highness wants to accept the side of the imperial concubine, he has to choose in our Daqi. Ah He unceremoniously pinched her vulnerable somewhere. "What nonsense?"? Do you want to make me angry when you mention the side concubine to me as soon as you meet? A Ning did not speak, she was leaning against him in disheveled clothes at the moment, saying that this seemed to spoil the scenery. Zhao Yan looked down at her face, facial features or the original facial features, but between the eyebrows than two years ago a little more delicate and charming, only a pair of eyes, pure and bright, clear as before. Such a pure and charming combination of women, the most can make people tremble, can not stop. You keep talking about me. What about you? This face is so eye-catching that you dare to run out. It will only cause trouble. He looked at her face in disgust, but bowed his head and kissed her several times, as if he could not love her enough. Speaking of this, a Ning remembered being locked up by Zhao Yi for a few days, and immediately pouted, "I ran out myself, and I didn't cause you any trouble." Zhao Yan sighed, "I'd rather you get me into trouble." For a moment, they all remembered that it was not easy to meet again. They held each other in their arms and did not speak, but it was hard to say. Zhao Yan hugged her for a while, then became restless, lowered his head and gently kissed her small mouth, especially the place where he had just worn out, caressing her like a spring breeze. A Ning suddenly saw the blue clothes on the ground blown away by the wind, anxious to push him away, "Hey, my skirt!" "It's all broken, don't want it." Zhao Yan said,PET blow moulding machine, and hugged her to continue to kiss. "Then what shall I wear to go back?" Asked Ah Ning. "No." He impatiently restrained her struggling hand and held it around her for a long time before he released it. A Ning wants to cry without tears, "what ah, how can not wear it!" 。 gzxilinear.com