Monk, this child is yours

Ye Qingshuang raised his eyes to look at the person who was close to his body, that person lowered his head and looked at him seriously, perhaps because the distance was too close, he could finally discern who that person was, half of it was as handsome and flawless as he remembered Face, half of it was covered by something, very uneven face, the moment he saw only that half of the face, he was frightened and frightened, but that person was his cum, it was his cum, not someone else, so , he carefully raised his still wet hand and stroked that half of his face.

Wu Jian didn't make any movements because of his movements, but looked at him seriously, his eyes were not the familiar gentleness and concern, but very indifferent.

The moment his hand touched that half of his face, the cold feeling made his fingers shrink, the temperature there was colder than the rain between his fingers, like jade, covering Wujian's right half of his face layer by layer , He felt uncomfortable for a while.

Touching it again, what is the tactility of the completely non-human skin covering Wujian's right face?

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask, but before he could make a sound, Wujian took his hand touching his right cheek, lowered his head, and directly kissed his mouth that was about to open.

Wu Jian's lips were not as cold as the face he touched just now, they were abnormally moist, but just getting closer, the memories of kissing Han Feixue in the depths of his memory came one after another, making him obsessed with it.

The moment his soft, fiery lips touched, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

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It wasn't until the naked and naked bodies of the two leaned together that he shook his eyelids and opened his eyes to see Wuken's half of face not covered by the cold scales. He raised his hand, caressed that face, and Without asking why, I just felt dizzy for a while and lost consciousness.