"That bright and bright color sets off the Holy Monk's skin as beautiful as jade."

The girl's red lips are as charming as she is very close to her. Her bright and attractive face is close to the face of the saint monk in white...

Face to face.

The gorgeous breath gently brushes the face, like a beautiful dream.

Feng Huaxian turned her hand and her white fingertips slid into the white cassock of Fanyin...

Under the fingertips, there is a cool texture like marble.

The Saint Monk of the Sanskrit Voice really lives up to the name of "Jade Buddha".

He noticed that the body she was touching suddenly froze, and Feng Hua smiled secretly.

The holy monk is not a real Buddha after all, but just a physical body.

As long as you are not a true Buddha, you will definitely have the seven emotions and six desires of human beings!

The girl in purple clothes gently turned her head, and her red lips and white teeth suddenly bit the tip of Fanyin's ears.

Light and slow.

"That's it. The big red wedding dress on your body slowly slid down from your shoulders to your collarbone, and finally fell to my phoenix bed..."

While carefully describing the beautiful dream of last night, she carefully described her slender hands as she said, and her fingertips gently lifted the white cassock on the holy monk's body...

Slide the two sides gently.

The smooth and slim shoulders were exposed.

It is as delicate as a jade collarbone, beautifully presenting the beautiful eyes, silently tempting but unaware of it.

The beautiful lines and exquisite and smooth texture are like jade carved.

It is unimaginable that under this wide white monk's robe, there is such a beautiful body.

Fenghua blinked, staring at the Fanyin, whose robe was taken off by her, and stroked his naked and delicate chest with slender hands. His red lips were as charming as if he was whispering intently. His extremely light voice seemed to be worried about disturbing someone, and he said, "Yes, that's right..."

"Last night, in my dream, the holy monk took off his red wedding dress, and he was so beautiful."

Beauty, this word, is used in the red sleeve country where the female supreme man is flattering, without any abrupt and incongruous feeling on men.

The holy monk under the white cassock is indeed... extremely beautiful.

If the Sanskrit sound wearing a white monk's robe is bright, holy, gentle and compassionate, it makes people dare not or do not want to have the slightest blasphemy.

So now...

The Sanskrit sound of being stripped off from the altar is like being pulled from the altar, just trying to seduce...a deeper crime.

When the Holy Monk no longer wore his snow-white cassock, his holy eyebrows and eyes finally showed a little other emotions, "Your Majesty..."

Just shouted two words.

The girl in purple suddenly leaned forward and pressed the holy monk who was originally meditating quietly on the cushion under...

The red lips fell down.

Soft covered with the sound of Sanskrit.

It contains a sense of domineering aggression.

The girl's bright and delicate face is right in front of her.

She... kissed him.

Fanyin's slender and dense eye feathers trembled twice, and some emotions gathered in his black pupils, and finally he was no longer calm.

Slim fingers, holding smooth and round ebony Buddhist beads.

The fingertips stop turning.

The evenly symmetrical internodes make a faint blue-white color vaguely reveal.

It seems that I am trying hard to endure and restrain something.

The girl's soft tongue tip is gentle and domineering, outlining the graceful lips of the holy monk.

While chanting, his voice was gorgeous on his peach-colored lips, he said:
Chapter completed!