The hot spring is very lively. Some people hum out loudly, leisurely, and some people scream and dodge, and escape from laughter.

Although I can't see it, I can feel it.

Like the hot spring immersed under the body, it is hot and comfortable.

They discussed the return of lunch lunch, and the men and women bubble soup separately, roaring around a barrier.

Occasionally, the romantic sound, most of the time, keep silent.

As the only restaurant owner in the town, he is not very concerned about cooking. He can let his master quarrel with a group, and he can also be at ease.

The high temperature was lethargic. When the sun climbed to the top of his head, Zhan Chunxuan got up and hugged his wife who was squinting on the shore and wrapped it in clothes.

"The bones of the whole body are going to be crisp." Lazy long sighed, reaching Yayi in her husband's arms, refused to walk.

"Really, show me a touch." Lu Shan's claws were polite to the past, up and down his hands, passing every place that made him obsessed, and eventually stayed on the two rounds of the chest, rubbing and then rubbing and rubbing and then rubbing and then rubbing

pinch.

"It's not a dough here, hate it." The chest protects the chest, the eyes are glaring, the delicate mouth of the delicate mouth, the fiery red color, really seductive.

"Let's go back." He quickly made a decision.

If it is still early, or if you move faster, you can leave the last physical strength before lunch.

Show the small wooden door and jump out of Ya Mijiao with a smile, caught off guard, and fell directly into a chest.

The hard muscles, the tip of the nose that hit the nose, the sound of romantic, always calm and elegant, "The snow last night has not been able to clean up, and slide it carefully."

With tears in Xiang Yami's eyes, her little hand covered her wound nose, raised her head, and just wanted to say.

But he was caught by a dazzling rose.

Her little mouth was immediately surprised into a round shape.

I don't care a lot. I naturally explore her hands and pull his coat hard until the clothes are wide open and reveal her strong chest.

So ambiguous posture.

She didn't notice why she was right at all. The two onion jade fingers slipped from the edge of the lilac rose, along the texture, and rubbed it down.

"Big fingers than me." The fingers stunned, and then ah, no color fell, like a natural birthmark.

I still have to explore more. The man behind him is already unwilling. As soon as he reached out, he pulled back the little wife of the man who was ‘harassing’.

"Xuan, you also saw it right. There are also rose birthmarks on the romantic body. He also has it, and there are." Xiang Yami was inexplicably anxious, tightening her husband's rest, breathing rapidly.

Zhan Chunxuan glanced at the past, stayed on the opponent's rose for three seconds, turned away.

"Ah, no, my husband, everyone, everyone has rose birthmarks, not just romantic." Xiang Yami rubbed his eyes hard, and couldn't believe what he saw.

Just soaked in hot springs, most people are still inaccurate.

The women wrapped their bodies with bathrobes, and men were carelessly, there were big and small, and a rose hung a rose on the chest, or left or right, extremely conspicuous.

People who do n’t know think that it is a tattoo that represents a certain meaning.
Chapter completed!