Qingshan white cloud, rainbow outside the sky, facing the breeze, Xu Feng and Xiao Yilin Nestle on a big mountain bluestone.

Xiao Yilin is like an ordinary woman, nestling in Xu Feng's arms, without the earth shaking horror. Xu Feng holds xiaoyilin in his arms and smells the faint fragrance that xiaoyilin wears. He feels confused.

xiaoyilin's skin is greasy and soft. Looking at the charming xiaoyilin, Xu Feng can't get up on his own. His hands are restless and he moves down.

"don't move!" See Xu Feng uneasy, Xiao Yilin seems to know what Xu Feng wants to do, blushing white Xu Feng a look.

Xu Feng doesn't care...