"I have no nonsense."

the summer desert wind let Chu zhaoyue hold a small piece of skin on his neck. The dark eyes deeply looked into Chu zhaoyue ' , I am very natural, want to touch you, want to kiss you, in the face of you, my self-control is really poor, I will be very easy, can not control! I can't control myself. I want to be good... "

"all right, all right!"

in the face of the gentle, serious and increasingly explicit words of the summer desert wind, Chu zhaoyue quickly made a gesture and shouted to stop. If he was allowed to continue to talk, he would...