MTL - A Tale of Two Phoenixes-Chapter 290 Impulse is the devil

He pressed his cheeks against his cheeks, so tender and intimate, Chu Yu gasped slightly, pressed his hands against his shoulders to restrain him, and opened his face a little. He whispered, "Tolerance."

When Rongzhi saw the light flashing in her eyes, her voice was uneasy, her heart was clear, and he responded smoothly and calmly: "I am."

Wu Chuyu breathed a sigh of relief, and called again: "Tolerance ..."

"I'm here."

Along with the response, I came along with joy and rejoicing. This precious feeling has never been there, and I will never have it again in the future.

I sighed with satisfaction. Chu Yu's arms fell down, her palms held a calm face, and she looked carefully, and her eyes soon became dim again. She closed her eyes slowly, timidly and tenderly. A gentle kiss on the tolerant cheek, a series of fine touches, like the wings of a butterfly, but more gentle.

Lu Chuyu's face was already burning, Xiafei's cheeks, and the rosy color reflected on the white jade's skin, just like white jade pearls accompanied by Yanyan Shanhu, adding a little rare beauty.

Xun Rongzhi lay half-at-will at will, letting her move and staring intently. I saw her eyes closed. The long eyelashes trembled slightly, clearly shy. But it was strong and calm, the wet lips were bright in color, and the breath was hot.

Tong Rongzhi raised his hand to cross Chu Yu's neck, and his slender fingers were half-stretched and half-stretched like the first blooming flowers, and his fingertips passed through the delicate skin behind her ears.

Chu Chuyu grasped the tolerant shoulders with both hands, only feeling that the whole body's senses were as tight as silk strings, all gathered in the place touched behind his ears, his fingertips stroked lightly, and occasionally scratched rough scratches.

After a while, she realized that her shoulders were naked under her palms, and there were rough scars on the sides of her warm skin, which scared her inexplicably.

Opening his eyes, Chu Yu looked at him almost to be pushed down and lay down, with a calm expression.

Now Rongzhi is no longer a teenager. He has grown up a bit. It looks like he is about twenty-three years old and his frame is stretched and stretched a little, but the beauty and elegance of his eyebrows have never changed.

"... tolerance."

"I'm here."

Bian Chuyu gathered his courage and got closer, looking at his smiling eyes.

he is.

Such a good looks, good wind, peerless.

He didn't dissipate like a bubble, never melted like Chunxue, no matter what he experienced, he survived.

The heat on my uncle's face continued, and I knew intellectually that I should pull away, but I lost my soul and wanted to hug.

"Tolerance?"

"Ok."

"Tolerance."

"I'm here."

"Tolerance, tolerance."

"I'm here."

"Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance ..."

"I am, I am, I am ..."

In the soft whisper, the lingering emotions lingered, Chu Yu looked down at his naked upper body scar, almost unable to stop the urge to cry.

The green shadow folds, in the spring breeze, Chu Yu's heart is half hot and cold, and she is too shy to want to step back, but can't help but want to step forward to kiss and hug.

"Rong ... tolerance ..."

"I'm here."

容止 ……

I'm here.

Fear, restlessness, anxiety, disappeared.

Yan Xinkou seemed to be filled with something.