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The warm earth dragon, Wuyan picked up the spices and threw them into the hand stove, and the gray smoke floated up. She waved away a few wisps of smoke with a gold handkerchief. After a while, the hand stove warmed up. She held it in her arms and sat on the tower. The above quietly watched Sanniang's embroidery.

While watching and laughing, Sanniang was always getting stuck in the hand by a needle, so she just laughed, and every time she laughed, Sanniang would tremble, becoming more nervous and cautious, which was also strange, but gradually Sanniang was less likely to poke her finger.

When Wuyan closed her eyes and fell asleep, and the sky outside changed from blue to orange to dark blue, Sanniang realized that the time had passed and another day passed like this.

Every time she comes here every day, Sanniang will be startled, she seems to have done something that day, and she seems to have done nothing.

The clothes in his hand, the first peony was in a mess, and the last peony could barely see a pattern.

Sanniang looked at the dress, she always wanted to see Wuyan wear it, but Wuyan fell asleep again, she walked up to Wuyan carefully, brushed away the broken hair on Wuyan's forehead with her bright white fingers, she lowered her head, The nose tips on both sides are close to the nose tip, the girl's skin is as white and tender as a shelled egg, her breath is lingering, her mouth is like San Niang's favorite cherry.

It seemed that the sweetness in her memory reminded her to eat secretly.

Just like that, Sanniang quietly pecked Wuyan's lips.

Well, what did she do today.

The corners of Sanniang's mouth slightly curled up.

Inside the hand stove, the scarlet sparks were extinguished, and with a bang, Wu Yan was awakened from her sleep.

Recently, Wuyan's nerves have been tense, and she hasn't had a good night's sleep. A little wind and grass can wake her up, and she twists her neck, because her neck is very stiff after lying in the same position for a long time.

Kacha Kacha, as soon as she turned her head, she saw the smooth back, the skirt slipped from her shoulders, Sanniang took off her bellyband, and with her slender legs, she put on the skirt embroidered with peonies.

After a long time, the blood had solidified into a dark red, and the bright red peony flowers were embroidered, which matched each other perfectly, and her expressionless face was a little red, but Sanniang didn't notice it.

Maybe not found.

Maybe I found out.

This skirt has a high collar and a very long skirt, which wraps the whole body tightly, obviously nothing is exposed, but it is inexplicably sexy. Sanniang puts on embroidered shoes and walks lightly in front of Sanniang. She lowered her head shyly and asked, "Do you think it looks good?"

"Also..." Wuyan almost bit her tongue. Although she still had no expression on her face, she was a little annoyed at her bewildered performance, and coughed lightly, "It's so-so, I just like it."

"Take it off." Wuyan said, "Isn't this made for me?"

Sanniang agreed in a crisp voice: "Hey." She took off her clothes on her own in front of Wuyan.

Wuyan's body stiffened suddenly, she wanted to turn around, but her body seemed to be frozen by something, her eyes looked at the girl in front of her without moving, this time Wuyan not only blushed, she even blushed her ears.

As a visual animal, Sanniang found that Wuyan liked the kind of white, tender, and good-looking girls.

Well, Wuyan also has skin intimacy syndrome, every time Sanniang is close to her, she can't move, she enjoys that feeling very much.