Chapter 113: Strange passionate moon? (1/2)

Fortunately, this move, Xue Luo felt that he was almost paralyzed.

Although this is a super sports car, when it comes to doing that kind of thing, the space and comfort are still lacking.

After all, it is just a sports car, but it is used for other purposes. The key snow fall was still the person below.

In the uncomfortable compartment, it was difficult to put on pajamas. When Xue dropped his head and asked about his trousers, he found that the poor fabric could no longer be put on.

What a savage man! Maybe to pretend to be a gentleman!

The most important thing is that he even ate his set of false tenderness, and was successfully given the man's right by the man.

Fortunately, this pajamas on my body is very conservative. It is divided into two parts, upper and lower. Although nothing is worn inside, it is not exposed to the spring scene.

What about the man who slapped for a night? Xue Luo turned around and looked around.

On a rock, Xue Luo saw Feng Xinglang's tall and arrogant back.

The windbreaker was blown by the strong wind, and slapped on his vigorous physique.

Feng Xinglang likes this feeling of passing through the chest!

Men who are soft with the sea breeze and waves are more upright and more powerful.

As the sun rises, thousands of golden lights are more beautiful under the refraction of the waves.

The sea was full and shining in the morning light. The waves jumped like naughty children, and the water was golden.

Facing the sea, I feel its magnificence. Looking at the open and boundless sea in the past, it was majestic and vast, and all the narrow, crowded, and noisy cities were grayed out.

Xue Luo didn't know how long the man wanted to face the sea alone, but she knew very well that she should have missed her first class.

Gently moving the man tossed into the sore body, Xue Luo had a mixed taste in his heart. As men say, that kind of thing is really addictive!

In fact, Xue Luo knew that what made him addicted was not between men and women, but the tenderness of men.

It's just that men are so tender to themselves, and Xue Luo will have an illusion: the illusion of being loved deeply.

Feeling inexplicable, but let her love it!

If love can be stated clearly and why, maybe it is not love!

Obviously knowing that it is bitter flowers and bitter fruits, but Xue Luo still let himself sink in it slowly!

If that time was calculated by the bowl of porridge, what about this time?

Blame the moon last night? Or strange amorous waves?

Really going crazy!

Xue Luo slapped her head, and felt that her body and mind were not her Lin Xueluo! Seems demonized by a man! She was out of control of the original one!

The morning on the seashore is cool. But as the sun rises, the small compartments get hot and hot.

How long does this man have to see the sea? Xue Luo felt like he had been thrown into a mulberry house, and it was getting hot.

She began to study the ventilation system in the car. She accidentally touched the horn and was taken aback by herself.

A short whistle reminded the man watching the sea that the woman in the car was awake and was tossing his car.

When Fengxing Langjian stepped back to the sports car, Xueluo was bumming his head with the keys; feeling that the sun overhead was blocked, Xueluo quickly raised his head, and saw Feng Xinglang's tall and healthy body standing Outside the car door.