Chapter 544 Jiangshan Green Peony

At this time, girls have to give a chance!

She manipulated Xu’s head, and even six headshots, deliberately showed signs, called someone to shoot, and dropped some blood!

“Ah, someone hit me!”

By the time she said this sentence, she sat up a little bit and just got stuck in Fan Qingtong’s arms. She just played the game and didn’t notice this “accident”.

As for Fan Qingtong, it is impossible for Fan Qingtong to remind Ruan Xi and this accident.

If it sounds nice, it means Lang Youqing concubine intentionally. If it sounds bad, it will make everyone pregnant.

Compared with Fan Qingtong’s size, she is naturally petite.

The whole is snuggled.

She could see the faint smell of tobacco in his breath.

“There are people at forty-five degrees in the northwest,” Fan Qingtong said.

“Okay, brother.” Ruan Xihe answered.

The hand speed is extremely fast, and the consciousness is also sensitive.

Fan Qingtong was really attracted by her playing games and began to watch the battle seriously.

This kind of operation is not worse than that of professional players, and even more powerful than some well-known players in the world.

But inexplicably, he felt that Ruan Xi seemed a bit familiar with this operation, but he couldn’t tell who was very similar to him for a while.

That kind of sharp play, wind. Sao’s position and marksmanship were terrifying, and there were too many headshots in one shot, and it didn’t belong to making up the gun at all.

He unconsciously moved closer.

Ruan Xihe moved with breathing sprayed on her neck.

The scent from his hair pierced his nose.

Fan Qingtong was in a daze, and his eyes fell on her side face unconsciously.

The eyelashes are curved and warped, can I put a few small toothpicks on it?

Finally killed the last person.

Ruan Xihe’s tense emotions only relaxed a little after the words “good luck and good luck eating chicken tonight” appeared on the screen.

When she turned her head to share the results of the battle with him, she met him with affectionate and focused eyes: “I want to kiss you.”

Ruan Xihe “stunned” for a moment, subconsciously biting his lower lip with his teeth, applying a slight force.

These three words are very low and soft, sultry and excessive.

Not asking but telling.

Pinching Ruan Xihe’s chin with one hand, she raised her head, lowered her head, and floated on her lips, softly tossing and turning, and fiercely tracking deeply.

The shawl fell halfway, and the light gauze brushed his shoulders. The bikini was as if it were not worn, and could not provide the slightest concealing effect.

Breathing slowly became heavy.

Behind her is his chest being embraced and kissed in such a circle, inevitable, inevitable.