Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

64. So good at coaxing men

Chu Fan actually felt that now was not the time.

These days, she tried her best to ignore the changes in her body, but she didn't expect that the invisible impact would be even greater.

There are more and more sword scores on the table. When I sleep, I always dream that a person is dancing a sword.

This is the case again tonight, but I have to sigh, his swords have always been beautiful.

No distinction is made between light and turbidity, and clear and annihilated vastness.

Opening the sword, fitting the style, every move is just right, from the quiet and silent to the light, the sword's meaning floats and sinks sharply, wiping out the bright marks.

Suddenly, the figure swayed, and the sword light suddenly turned around, pointing directly at the place where she was spying.

The tip of the sword suddenly aimed at her pupils, cold but soft, and slid upwards.

A lash swept away.

On the body of Xue Liang's sword, two similar faces were reflected.

Look in the mirror, take a picture.

Chu Fan suddenly woke up and sat up. She took a deep breath, sweating all over her body, a few drops dripped down her chin into the lock socket, reached out and wiped her face, feeling smooth.

Do you have to be so entangled?

Chu Fan put his hand behind his back, and from the hollow in his waist to the ridge in the middle, his fingernails were cold and scratched, leaving red marks.

Pain but awake.

She let out a long breath, released her stiff body, and glanced down quietly.

On a pair of clear and serene eyes.

Got caught.

"Don't hurt yourself." Ziwei stood up, took Chu Fan's hands, and brought them close to her shoulders. His voice was low and soft, "Soon... be patient again. What did you dream about just now?"

Chu Fan was a little hard to say.

She stammered a few times, but still didn't say a word. Ziwei sighed and pulled her into his chest, "Forget it, I know even if you don't tell me."

She is a little rounder, but Ziwei still feels too thin.

Maybe women are like this, with slender bones, and even the fat is light and tender. From the back of the neck to the waist, it is like a smooth silk with a hand.

Ziwei knew that with such a touch, she would never feel anything.

Desire, initially as love, and then melted into desire.

Chu Fan has always been like this, whether it's his brother's suffocating love or Ziwei's tolerance and forgiveness, his habit stops at love, without desire or greed.

People like her are born to be suitable for the Dao.

And to nurture life, for the Tianshan fox family, love and lust are indispensable.

The child is a little irritable.

He slowly closed his eyes, rubbed his chin on top of her head, and when he hugged her tightly, the strength of his arms gradually increased, making people a little breathless.

"Master..." she said.

He seemed to be stung by the sound, and the next moment he relaxed, Chu Fan shrank in her arms, breathing evenly again.