Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1750: Is it a collision that shouldn’t be a collision?

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The clothes that were sticky on the body were torn off by Di Moxuan.

The breeze hits, and the body covered with water drops trembles slightly in the wind.

Ye Qingluo suddenly woke up.

The glamorous eyes that were psychedelic by beautiful men have restored their clarity.

She lowered her head and looked at herself, who was almost naked.

With a "puff", he buried himself in the spirit spring.

Splashing water splashed on the two of them.

The gravity buried in the water made Ye Qingluo instinctively fall forward.

Ye Qingluo immediately stretched out his hand, hugged Di Mo Xuan's tight waist, and buried his entire head...

Ye Qingluo's face hit the place where Di Moxuan squeezed three inches.

Di Moxuan's body suddenly stiffened.

Ye Qingluo only felt that her face was hitting an extremely hard object, and she grinned in pain, trying to get up from Di Moxuan's arms.

Fortunately, her face is real.

Otherwise... Nima has to be reorganized if she gets hit every minute!

She flopped.

The man who caught her steadily became tighter.

Even in the water, Ye Qingluo could feel that the temperature on Di Moxuan's body was gradually rising.

In the next instant, her body was grasped firmly by Di Mo Xuan's broad palm.

The man was pressed into his arms.

Two uncovered bodies, skin-to-skin.

The scorching temperature is like burning flames, burning between the two.

Ye Qing Luo Jiao's body stiffened.

He... he can't hold it anymore?

Didn't you say not to touch her?

Could it be...Is it really going to have a play?

Ou Leo Le Leo! ! !

She refused!

To know the last time, such a good beginning, process, end...

Yes, but she is almost dying...

This time in Lingquan.

She will definitely die!

Although she also really wants to sleep Di Moxuan to death, but right now... this kind of wild taste is absolutely impossible!

Ye Qingluo hadn't figured out what words to use to dispel Di Mo Xuan's thoughts.

Just listen to Emperor Moxuan leaning over and smiling lowly: "Xiao Luo'er just can't wait, want to swallow me in his belly?"

Fuck! Do you want to be so shameless and beat you up?

Obviously he can't hold it now!

To give her such a pure sister paper?

"You know...Where did you hit me with your face just now?" Di Moxuan whispered again, bewitching.

When he leaned over, the ink hair stained with drops of water fell on her bare back, irritating her skin.

While speaking, his thin lips brushed her earlobes deliberately or unintentionally.

Two-pronged approach.

Ye Qingluo's breathing gradually increased.

After finally digesting Di Moxuan’s question, she panted and maintained her consciousness: "I haven’t said you yet, what do you do with the muscles on your body so hard? If my flowery face is broken, you ...You can afford to..."

The last "?" word didn't have time to shout.

Ye Qingluo seemed to have thought of something.

The whole face suddenly turned into pig liver color.

She just... bumped into...

Should it be a man... what?

Ye Qingluo lowered her head tentatively.

But the mist in Lingquan was too hazy, she couldn't see it.

I could only raise my head weakly, looking at Di Moxuan's eyes with a certain degree of uncertainty: "Cough, did I...n't hit something, something that shouldn't be hit...?"

The last three words, Ye Qingluo said very carefully.

Of course, Di Moxuan just looked at her with a smile.

The joking evil charm under my eyes can't be concealed.

His eyes faced each other, and after a moment, he frivolous eyebrows.

The look in his eyes is like asking: "What do you mean?"