“…”

The holy monk was wearing a messy white robes, and his robes were stained with traces of despicable traces.

Holyness is stained with enchantment.

It seemed as if something had been completely destroyed.

Fan Yin lowered her eyelashes slightly, calming down the turbulent tide in her body, and the elegant Adam's apple rolled slightly, forcing her to press down on her lower lip with a too heavy sexy panting.

The fair and delicate face is bright and flushed, a deep red color at the end of his eyes, the bright red cinnabar at the center of his eyebrows is too enchanting, his clothes are disheveled, his robes are messy, his body is naked, and he looks like he is deeply in love with lust.

The girl in purple-clothed ink hair lowered her head and kissed the cinnabar between the eyebrows of the holy monk, and said softly with a low smile: "Does the holy monk think I am not beautiful if he doesn't open his eyes?"

“…”

"If the Holy Monk doesn't answer, I will keep kissing you until the Holy Monk is willing to speak..."

The girl was stained with a little bit of harsh Huayan laughter, which forced Fanyin to open her eyes. The black eyes were deep but clear, and she was still so holy and lofty. She sighed and said, "Your Majesty, please respect yourself."

"Holy Monk, you were just under my fingertips..." Fenghua slowly approached him, with gorgeous and charming red lips, and said lightly and ambiguously, "Why don't you let me respect myself during orgasm?"

What a lustful word?

The temperature of Fanyin was about to fade away, and his face became slightly hot again.

Only then did he realize that the girl's little hand was still stumbled under the white monk's robe, and he was slowly enjoying himself.

The crystal clear ear tips, which were almost transparent, couldn't help but be stained with a shimmering red color.

The words said by the peach blossom lips were elegant and cold.

"Your Majesty, I wonder if I can let go of my monk?"

"Of course." Fenghua changed his tone, "But the holy monk has to answer my question first."

While speaking, the girl's little hands did not stop making trouble.

Careless enjoyment.

Temptation of a saint, going from body to depravity...

Fanyin's fair and smooth forehead had a faint blue veins, as if she was holding back something, "Your Majesty, please tell me."

"Does the Holy Monk think... I am beautiful?"

The girl in purple had long ink hair, which slid slightly on her face. Her face was bright and delicate, and her eyebrows were colorful and eye-catching.

Especially those phoenix eyes, sometimes noble and arrogant, sometimes smiling but not smiling, and a cold smell is revealed in the deepest part.

How could it be unbeautiful?

In the whole world, I'm afraid no man would feel that the noble empress of Hongxiuguo is beautiful - whether it is sincere praise or flattery due to her identity.

Monks do not lie.

Even in such a dangerous situation of "scrambling out of fire", Fanyin cannot say a bad thing against his conscience.

The slender and thick eye feathers drooped and replied, "Your Majesty is naturally beautiful."

After pausing, he said again: "Now, can you please let go of my monk?"

"Alas. Since I am beautiful, why is the holy monk not moved at all?" The girl sighed lightly, and the slender jade hand under the white monk's robe slowly retracted.

Fanyin pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Say more, make mistakes more.

In this way, it is better to be... silent.

Fenghua sat up, took out a brocade handkerchief, and carefully wiped the beautiful breath left by the Fanyin on his white fingertips.

On one side, the phoenix eyes were flowing, looking at the white-clothed monk who was graceful and slowly stood up from the cushion.

Red lips are charming and lightly hooked.
Chapter completed!