[Bottle evil] I thought my male god liked me

In fact, I did cry very embarrassingly, and I can’t remember how long I haven’t cried like this. It seems that after I became an adult, because of various dignity or face problems, I never cried so straightforwardly again.If there are tears, they should be shed quietly and allowed to dry quickly.

But I am an ordinary person after all. When I encounter pain, I will try to digest it. If I can’t digest it, I can let it out with blood and tears.But what I have encountered will never be one-tenth of what Pokerfing experienced. Those past events pass through Pokerfinger, like a gust of wind passing through a silent statue, without causing any waves.

Does he really not feel pain?

Or, in his long life, he has been used to enduring all pain silently, and he has long since ceased to regard pain as suffering.

I clutched the collar of Boyouping, and asked him with red eyes: "Why is it okay? Everyone can feel lonely because of loneliness, why should only you feel okay? Everyone can feel pain, and everyone can complain about fate. Why should you feel it’s okay to be unfair? Why should you be the only one who doesn’t feel the pain?”

"Zhang Qiling, why is it good even if I didn't wait for you, even if I was with others and went to my own little life? I don't think it's good at all. Everyone can have what they want and want to be together People, why can't you think about it? Why can't you have it?"

"You said you didn't think about anything when you handed over the seal to me, but why didn't you want to? Do you really not want me to follow you? I just thought about it, I thought about buying a house for you in Hangzhou, I thought about digging you out from the bottom of Changbai Mountain, I wanted you to live in a place where I can see every day, every time I entered the illusion, I wanted to see the afterimage of you left in other people's memory, I wanted to see your past story, I even fucking thought about how you look in a cheongsam. Everyone in the world can imagine, why can't you be the only one?"

"Zhang Qiling, can't you think about it?"

Poker-face has been silent, looking at me almost tenderly, allowing me to question him, or to question the person I don't know who it is, and it is impossible to answer me.

Until then, he suddenly opened his mouth and said seriously and focused: "Wu Xie, I have thought about it."

He raised his hand, touched the side of my face, and said softly, "I thought about it."

"When I was alone, when I was safe, I thought about it. I thought about how you belong to me."

When he spoke, his eyes seemed to be hot, like a cluster of small flames, instantly burned a hole in my heart, and a lot of hot liquid flowed out from there, flowing all over the body, making me shiver After a while, it was crispy and numb.

I was a little stunned, and forgot a lot of things for a while, so I just asked him blankly: "What are you thinking about?"

Poker bottle looked at me deeply, as if he was thinking about my problem. After a while, he simply hugged me and stood up. put it on the bed.

"Do you want to know?" Poker Bottle looked down at me and asked.This position made his bangs hang down, blocking most of his eyes, but I could feel the burning gaze, glued to me firmly, pinning me to the bed.

I couldn't tell what I was feeling at the moment, whether it was surprise or excitement. In short, I immediately kicked off my slippers, climbed onto the bed, and said decisively, "I think so."

Poker bottle also climbed onto the bed, bent down, pressed me on the bed, and began to kiss me.

I cried just now, as my third uncle joked about me when I was a child, I just shed a lot of cat urine, and the oil bottle was along my cheeks, kissing away the tears that hadn’t completely dried, and kept my whole face slender After kissing me carefully, I stood up and looked at me steadily.

This is Pokerfing's sexual fantasy, and Pokerfing has actually thought about this kind of thing before, and the object of the fantasy is me!I thought about it, swallowed my saliva, and asked him, "How do I cooperate?"

In his fantasy, what should I be like?Clever?Still out of tune as always?In fact, if you want to be hot and tempting, I can also cooperate with the performance, as long as he doesn't dislike me for having no breasts, no ass and hairy legs.

However, Boyouping's answer was not in any of my expectations.

"That's it." He whispered.

"So?" I don't understand, I haven't provided any special service yet, "How is this?"

"That's how you look at me." Poker Ping said with a sigh, then bent down and hugged me tightly again.

Not tasty meat poke me me me me me

With my eyes half closed, I felt the breath of Poker Bottle approaching again. I raised my arm that was finally free, put it around his shoulder, and opened my mouth slightly, waiting for his kiss.

Something rubbed against my lips, and I realized something instantly, and opened my eyes suddenly.

It was late, and the bitter taste had quickly filled my mouth—the unicorn melted in my mouth.

Fascinated by sex, and indulged in lust, I finally deeply understood this truth.I stared at Poker, and couldn't even think of anything to say for a moment. We have just finished what we should say, and our respective views, positions, and persistence have already been clearly listed.I'm good at digging into corners, and his ideas are also super positive, but I missed a move and he took advantage of it.

"Wu Xie." He lowered his head, and gently pressed his lips against mine. There was also a familiar bitter taste on his lips. I really don't know when he brought Qilin to the bed. At that time, the dried unicorn was sent into my mouth.

His chest and mine were tightly pressed together, and the voice seemed to pass from his heart directly into mine: "Wu Xie, you have already given me a home."

"I will remember where home is."

I really, really can't do anything about this stuffy oil bottle.

I snuffed my nose, took a deep breath, and tore off Poker Ping's pants.