Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Nan Xiang once again flicked away his spiritual body, Little Black Wolf, and his own platycodon scented pheromones blended with the other party's jasmine scent in a domineering manner.

The two pheromones merged together, and the smell became sweet and ambiguous, making both of them horny.

After the beautiful boy felt the furry touch in his arms disappear, he hugged Nan Xiang's thighs in a daze, smelling the scent of platycodon flowers. He used his hands together to wrap around Nan Xiang's waist from Nan Xiang's legs, nestling in her arms. I rubbed it unconsciously,

"Sister, help me~"

Nan Xiang desperately suppressed his own toxins and desires to prevent himself from completely losing his mind.

But listening to the sister's voice and feeling the boy's movements, Nan Xiang was like a dog seeing a bone or a cat seeing catnip, eager, eager, very eager.

She closed her eyes. The Dark Sentinel's strong self-control kept Nan Xiang from losing control, but now he was on the verge of losing control.

If out of control, the beast will madly possess its prey and mark its own information.

"Will you regret it?"

The young man only heard a cold female voice, felt the coldness in his arms, rubbed it comfortably, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"No, I will. I belong to my sister."

Hearing this, Nan Xiang closed his eyes and opened them again. His bloodthirsty red eyes were sober but full of ambition:

"You said this! From now on, you are mine."

After saying this, Nan Xiang no longer held back, and held the young man's waist forcefully, marking the other's glands.

While she was entangled with the boy, she did not forget to move a small interstellar house from space.

Nan Xiang licked the glands that exuded the fresh jasmine scent, and then carried a princess into the newest orange-like cabin.

The little black wolf followed closely.

The two fell on the bed, and the boy's spiritual guide was released, a pure white little fox, very cute and cute, just like its owner.

The little fox barked softly and "played" happily with the little black wolf.

The two owners on the bed were physically entangled with each other, and their mental images were linked. The little black wolf and the little white fox entered the mental image and "played" happily.

……

After a night of entanglement, Nan Xiang had regained her senses. Xing Huan Die's poison was almost cured, but the bonding fever was still there, and the look in her eyes at the young man was still very hot.

After all, a teenager is still to her what catnip is to a cat.

Looking at the soft bed, the boy's curly hair was messy, and his white slim-fitting uniform was in disarray, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin covered with bruises and bruises.

The young man has a delicate face, his eyes are closed, his nose is high, his thin lips are slightly pursed, and he holds his legs with both hands and curls up slightly, like a broken beauty.

Nan Xiang felt guilty inexplicably, so she used her mental power to clean the young man and change his clothes.

After changing his clothes, Nan Xiang thought for a while, took out a few bottles of advanced nutrients from the space button of his world, and drank them down simply and roughly.

The young man was suddenly given nutritional supplements. He was a little resistant at first, but after feeling the fragrance of Nanxiang's platycodon flowers, he drank it obediently.

After feeding the nutrients, Nan Xiang wanted to check the environment of this deserted star, but the young man's hand grabbed his clothes:

"Sister, can you please not leave me?"

The young man's voice was clean and cold, but his pitiful tone also had a coquettish flavor. It seemed that the coldness was no longer there, only a bit of docility remained.

When Nan Xiang heard this voice, his heart trembled, but there was no expression on his face.

She turned her head and sat down, thinking that the boy was already awake, but it turned out that he was just moaning unconsciously.

Nan Xiang pulled the boy's hand away, but after pulling it several times, the boy pulled him tighter. After several times, there was nothing he could do, so Nan Xiang simply gave up.

After all, this is hers too.

She pinched the boy's face expressionlessly, oh, so tender.

Although she was full of activities in her heart, Nan Xiang's external expression was always cold and indifferent, with only a hint of malice visible in her black eyes.

The young man's crying voice came out again. Nan Xiang was so shocked that he wanted to put down his prank, but was dismissed by the young man's pitiful voice:

"Sister, can you please don't leave me? My sister pinches my face casually. Although I feel a little uncomfortable, she is my sister and everything is not that important.

If my sister doesn't like it, that's okay, I will make her like it. Every inch of Lin Chen's body, including her spiritual guide and spiritual image, belongs to her sister. "

Nan Xiang was just dizzy for a while because of the young man's jasmine fragrance. When he regained consciousness, he saw the unconscious young man hugging him like an octopus, with his chin rubbing against his shoulder, like a large pendant. Pray for the master's mercy.

However, Nan Xiang has always had a cold heart and will not be corrupted by sugar-coated bullets and gentle countryside. Even if this is the only person she has marked, otherwise she would not have been alone for more than two hundred years. , alone.

"Tell me, what are your thoughts about me?"

The two people who were originally affectionate towards Momo suddenly changed. Nan Xiang's cold white hands clamped down on the young man's fair and beautiful neck.

It seemed that with just a slight squeeze, this too pure person who controlled her emotions would be killed by her.

Nan Xiang is very calm and rational. She knows what she is doing and why she is doing it.

Although the young man's breath was clean and pure, and his blue eyes were pure and clear, Nan Xiang's sixth sense was that this person was uncontrollable and dangerous.

In the past two hundred years, she relied on this keen sixth sense to avoid danger again and again, except for this time when the aircraft crashed and she almost died accidentally.

So this time she chose to trust her sixth sense.