"call--"

After a long time, Ling Zixiao seemed to breathe out from suffocation.

The delicate body is soft and soft, and the jade face is as white as snow and as red as the morning glow, charming and moving.

"Zixiao, if you want to heal injuries through dual cultivation, you can't do this."

Lu Changsheng, with a handsome face, put his arms around the beautiful woman's shoulders, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showed a faint smile, and said in his ear.

The beauty who used to be calm, elegant, peaceful and far-reaching is now showing such a shy …