"Ahhhhhh!"

This call is not pleasure, but shrill.

Bo Xizhi was so scared that he immediately... he poured into a thousand miles!

I have heard Yancai, either soft words, charming and cute crying, or ambiguous breathing...

Bo Xizhi had never heard Yancai scream like a demon. Therefore, even though he was at the top of the joy of the clouds and the rain, he could not help but fall from the clouds at this moment!

The unsatisfied body came from the depths of the soul with a huge and strong sense of emptiness...

This emptiness made Bo Xizhi open his eyes unhappily-

The fragrant and snow-white graceful body was only a glance.

In a trance, Bo Xizhi even saw that the skin was as snow as if it was broken and bloody in an instant...

Before I could enjoy it and be shocked...

Immediately, a black mist hit his face! Jiukan Chinese website

Bo Xizhi was teleported out of the ancient painting and returned to his body!

The woman who was still in ambiguous last second was still in the countryside. In the next second, she was dressed neatly and a cold room.

If you are an ordinary person, you must think that you are just having a beautiful dream like spring, but Bo Xizhi, who has had many experiences, would not think so.

All he knows is-

I was actually kicked out by his beloved Caier at the most critical moment!

Even though Bo Xizhi loved Yancai no matter how much he was, he was lingering and fluttering, he couldn't help but feel angry!

Clay men have three temperaments, not to mention that Bo Xizhi has always been just a gentle gentleman who is as gentle as a jade, and is not a real clay man!

However, he is his beloved beauty. If she apologizes and coaxes him well, he can forgive her.

Bo Xizhi closed his eyes, tried to communicate with Yancai, and then entered the ancient paintings, continuing the unfinished clouds and rains that had just been...

Who knows-

no!

There is no sense of Yancai!

Bo Xizhi opened his eyes angrily!

This time, he was really angry!

Bo Xizhi raised his robe and whipped his sleeves from the bed. A feeling of emptiness, loneliness and coldness spread to his limbs and bones, making his hands and feet a little stiff.

He did not notice the strange thing on his body, and endured the anger full of his chest and stood up, subconsciously moving his hands and feet.

Bo Xizhi, who originally followed the rules of gentlemen, even walked slowly with the same length and length, completely abandoned his elegant demeanor, walked quickly and staggered from his bedroom to his study, and turned aside a square of inkstone...

The mahogany bookshelf moved away from both sides, revealing a treasured picture of a beautiful beauty inside.

On the painting, the beautiful beauty with every stroke and stroke is the colorful one.

Bo Xizhi couldn't wait to tiptoe and reached out to touch the painting, as if a circle of ripples spread out...

Under the fingertips, it is not like the roughness of the famous rice paper, but rather like a piece of silk, and it also like the silky touch of every time I touch a beautiful woman's body.

Just passing through a painting made Bo Xizhi feel excited, and his anger dissipated most of his anger. His voice softened unknowingly, "Cai'er, let me in..."

Bo Xi's face looked like a demon-like obsession, and he murmured at a lifeless ancient painting, as if he was rubbing his ears in his lover.

If someone is here at this moment, he will be surprised by this scene.

However, Bo Xizhi called out affectionately, but did not receive a slight response from Yancai.

One second.

Two seconds.

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Chapter completed!