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In the forest, clusters of flowers are covered with branches.

A tree of pink, a tree of flowers, plump, as bright as clouds

Each flower is so passionate and unrestrained, and it seems that they have tried their best to bloom.

Above the peach blossoms, colorful butterflies, bees and butterflies danced, and the pink ants separated by Song Wen from Ruyi Fan were also shining with transparent crystal wings and working hard among the flowers to collect honey.

Suddenly, a mountain breeze blew, and the fallen flowers were colorful, and the fallen flowers were floating like rain and falling down. In an instant, the places where you see were all peach blossoms. Song Wen and Xiaojun stood among the flying peach blossoms and watched. This scene was as beautiful as poetry and paintings.

Xiaojun reached out his hand, took a handful of peach blossoms, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed it gently, a cool peach fragrance penetrated from his nose, fell into his heart, moistening his lungs, and making people feel refreshed and clean.

"Do you like it?" Song Wen asked.

"Yeah." Xiaojun nodded. She didn't just like it, she loved it so much that she found that she had fallen in love with this place and the person in front of her.

Song Wen took out the necklace decorated with green beads from his pocket and handed it over, "Give it to you."

Is it a token of love? Xiaojun thought, wondering if he was infected by the mountains of peach blossoms, and his face also had a pink color.

"Take me with you." Xiaojun said softly, but somehow she was so embarrassed that she couldn't raise her head.

How dare Yiren refuse to obey if he has his life?

Song Wen picked up the necklace, pulled apart the hair that was scattered between Yirenxiu's neck, and brought the necklace with him.

A wisp of fragrance came into the nose. When I looked down, I saw a deep valley sandwiched between two snow peaks, which was so shocking and so touching.

It seemed as if she felt Song Wen's hot eyes. Xiaojun's face turned red with shame, and her body felt numb. She couldn't help but bit her soft lips and asked softly, "You're watching?"

The most tenderness of the bow of the head is like a lotus of water that is so shy that the cool breeze is.

Song Wen couldn't help but feel moved, and pulled Xiaojun over and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"ah"

Caught off guard, Xiaojun couldn't help but scream. Just as he was about to make a sound, he found that his soft lips were kissed hard by the person in front of him, and the three-inch lilac was gently held and gently sucked. For a moment, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Confused and infatuated.

Song Wen held Yiren's smooth and sweet three-inch lilac and teased her. His hands even stroked her delicate body through her clothes. One hand even slowly climbed up to the snow peak from her waist and gently pinched it.

The dizzying trembling feeling surged, making Xiaojun unable to help but be addicted to it, and his eyes were gradually covered with a hazy fog.

For a moment, she forgot the day, the place, and where she was.

Slowly, Xiaojun let go of her shyness, hugged Song Wendi's neck tightly with her hands, squinted her beautiful eyes, unconsciously catered to the people in front of her, and boldly kissed her. The body fluids were connected, and the two tender tongues chased and played like fish in the deep pool, tangled together gently, eagerly and lingering.

After a long time, the lips that were kissing each other tightly finally separated.

Tenderness is like water, just the silent tenderness. The pink cheeks are as beautiful as the sunset, making people fascinated.

Looking at the delicate person in front of him, Song Wen hugged him tightly, wishing to blend them together.

"Marry me." Song Wen said gently and domineeringly.

"Yeah." Xiaojun responded softly. He had already handed over his body and mind to him. Who else could he marry if he didn't marry him?

Perhaps it was the passionate kiss just now that the temperature of each other increased, and some sweat beads of Xiao Jun's fair skin appeared on his white skin, and his body fragrance became stronger and stronger. Song Wen smelled it obsessed, and the heat from his breath burned on Xiao Jun's tender skin, making her whole body heat. Unbearable, and couldn't help but let out a tender moan.

Hearing Song Wen's heart was moved, he couldn't help but lower his head, and kissed Yiren's two bright red lips hard.

"Um".

A soft voice hummed out from Xiaojun's small Qiong nose, hitting a soft tremor. It was like a fairy sound floating into Song Wen's ears, like the seductive chun wind blowing by, plucking the heartstrings in his heart, and a ripples appeared in Mo in his body, and then became strongly hard.

Feeling the hot and hardness that was pressing against the lower abdomen, Xiao Jun's delicate body trembled slightly, and a gentle and soft moan was heard in his beautiful nose.

Love is fascinated, chaotic, and emotional.

Song Wen picked up Yiren and came to the three wild peach trees, placed them on a peach blossom, pressed them up, kissed, rubbed, and pinched them freely.

After being intimate, Xiaojun's clothes on his body had been taken off by Song Wen, and even the pink lace inside was still on the side by him. The two round and thick jade balls had completely broken free from the cover of the clothes and were exposed to the air. On the snow-white and smooth peaks, two small jade beads bloomed with rose-like red.

"ah!"

Feeling the coolness on his body, Xiaojun regained a hint of clarity. He found that his breasts were completely exposed, and his cheeks were immediately red with shame. He subconsciously exclaimed and stretched out his hands to cover up this beautiful light.

Just as her hands grabbed the collar of her clothes, Song Wen had already lowered his head evilly, and put it on her chest with a proud red cherry, sucking, licking, and fiddling, while holding on to another snow peak with one hand and kneading it constantly.

In an instant, a slight, numb, itchy feeling spread throughout his body like an electric current. Xiaojun couldn't help but tremble and let out a moan that seemed to be painful and happy.

Her hands moved from the clothes she was about to pull down to Song Wen's head, trying to push him away, but Song Wen's sucking seemed to have endless magic power, sucking away the last trace of remaining strength, leaving her completely powerless. The hands that were originally about to push away became soft and fell on Song Wen's head as if caressing.

While kissing, Song Wen took off his clothes, then spread Yiren's legs and was about to thrust in.

When a pillar of legs was hard against the gentleness, Xiaojun, who was still awake, suddenly reached out to grab it. Love, eyes were like water, pitiful, and it melted people's hearts. Although her body was trembling with emotion, her reservedness as a traditional girl made her feel that this was not good.

"I love you." Song Wen gently kissed her delicate lips. A beautiful atmosphere filled her. Xiaojun gradually let go of her hand, hugged Yiren's neck, and kissed her enthusiastically.
Chapter completed!