After a long time, Luo Xue moved to the door and curled up naked and looked out.
Outside is a Hui-shaped courtyard. The rockery in the middle of the courtyard is filled with snow, and a wintersweet tree is blooming not far away.
There is no figure or sound, and there is only faint fragrance floating in the yard. This situation is a bit strange.
Luo Xue shrank inward, unable to withstand the chill outside
At this time, someone patted her on the shoulder, and a hand with bright red collar suddenly put on her shoulder. Luo Xue couldn't help but startle the boss.
Did I scare you? People come and laugh: Do you think everyone here is like a ghost, and there is no sound when walking
Luo Xue turned around and recognized the woman who saved her in the graveyard. She nodded quickly to express her gratitude.
The woman stopped laughing, picked up the fur in her hand and wrapped her naked body, and held her hand again: My name is Wanxiang, now you go with me to meet the master
Luo Xue was a little surprised, but she remained calm and barefoot behind her
Through the veranda and out of the courtyard, there was a courtyard outside the courtyard, with white walls and black tiles. It seemed that there was no end to look from a distance. The color was light but the layout was magnificent.
Finally, they walked into a main room eastward. After turning the screen, Luo Xuejiu saw a strange fragrance, which was light and refreshing like a growing grass in March.
Before I could figure out the situation, the fur on my body was taken off by the night fragrance. Luo Xue had to stand in the middle of the room, naked, her cheeks were slightly red with fire.
Aren't you afraid? A sudden sound of a voice in the room, which was completely different from the soft bonelessness of the scented fragrance.
Luo Xue then found a person slanted on the chaise longue on the left. Her face was so dull that she couldn't see in the room, but she could only see a pair of eyes shining in the dark.
Luo Xue quickly lowered her head: I'm afraid, but I can still stand still
The man got up from the chair and walked to her. The scent of his skirt swayed and his gait was infinitely romantic.
It's a good piece of material. The man surrounded her and circled: The skin is good and a little courageous. I like you little girl
Luo Xue looked up and found that the man was very beautiful, but his almond eyes were covered with cold air, which made her squid unable to help but lower her head.
The man smiled and raised her chin to look carefully: But would you like to stay? Little girl? If you don't want to, I won't force it
Where is this? What am I staying here for? Luo Xue finally couldn't help asking
This is a paradise, you will enjoy happiness here, would you like to leave the man whispering, the light flows in his eyes, and there is infinite temptation
Luo Xue nodded involuntarily, as if being urged by the devil in her heart
Then you stay, the man holds her hand: But remember that once you enter the Ghost Gate, you will never return it. You will be a member of the Ghost Gate in this life.
Ghost Gate? Luo Xue burst into pieces after hearing these two words
They all call us ghosts, so we might as well call ghosts. The man laughed softly and handed her hand to Wanka: Remember your name is Wanmèi in the future. Forget your past, Wanka will train you well.
Late mèi
Luo Xue was chanting these two words when she was holding hands. When she turned around, she felt that it seemed like she was just a dream, and only these two words were true.
From now on, she will be called "Late" and "No surname" and "Everything in the past will die
I was held hands all the way, and I went around and returned to the original courtyard. Wanxiang didn't speak until she stepped into the courtyard. She stopped laughing.
This place will be your home in the future. Although there are not many servants in the place, you have to do many things yourself. Wanxiang whispered in a low voice and led her to look around: Where, this is the bedroom, this is the classroom, this is the piano room...
Wanmèi was surprised: Do you mean that this yard is mine?
Of course it's all yours. Wanxiang laughed. Walking into the room, I took out the red umbrella: There is also this umbrella that belongs to you, and there is also a shadow called Xiaosan.
As soon as the voice fell, a man stood behind them. A thin tall man was wearing only a white single dress in the cold winter. He was the one who had been to take care of him before.
Wanxiang pointed his hand: Then, this is your shadow, the name is mistress, if you have any questions, just tell him
Evening, I didn't know what was going on, so I had to stay in my arms with the red umbrella
Wanxiang clapped her hands to leave, and turned around and said coldly to the mistress: You should serve this master well. If this master fails, you should know your fate.
The mistress replied, and stood behind the night mèi with her head down: Then let's go to the cleansing master first, I think you should be from a poor family, and your skin is a little rough, so you need to speed up your conditioning
He refused to look up when he spoke. He didn't have the chance to see his eyebrows again late. He only saw his face pale, and there was a faint blue color in his eyes.
※※※※
After coming out of the wooden barrel, the water vapor was covered in water. The pair of slanted phoenix eyes became more charming. The charming and childishness was still there, and there was a world that invited you to go with you.
The mistress used silk cloth to suck the water droplets for her, and then told her to lie down and open the jar to prepare to push oil for her.
After moving in at night, I was still a little shy and uncomfortable: I thought my skin was good enough, white, thin and smooth enough
The mistress didn't speak, and caught some water from the bucket, and dripped it on her neck.
The water droplets slowly fell and eventually evaporated by the heat in front of the chest
Not enough He shook his head: If this drop of water keeps sliding until you, it will be enough
After saying that, he took out a handful of sesame oil from the jar, carefully applied it on his hands, then approached the brazier and baked it with his hands. The house suddenly began to smell the fragrance of roses.
His hands were warm and gentle. At first, he was a little resistant, but at the end he couldn't help but arched and closed his eyes.
The clavicle is good, slim enough. The mistress was finished when she pushed the clavicle
The breasts are also good, full and plump, but you need to pay attention to maintenance. Large people often don’t have a hard time. When they slide across her chest, the mistress lingers, and turns around and opens another jar.
Another type of cream, milky white, the mistress slowly pushes her breasts evenly
This can make your breasts tight and keep your nipples pink. The mistress whispered softly, hooking up a small cluster of ointment to circle her nipples.
At night, my body bowed tighter, and my breathing started to be tighter and slower
So can you tell me what the hell is, why are you my shadow? She started asking intermittently
There are killers in the Ghost Gate. The mistress continues to circle her nipples, watching the cream gradually melt, and the pink bra tip is more and more erect: A killer like you is a killer, and a white robe is a shadow. Follow the master's orders to do so
Evening Mèi made another surprise: Killer? But I don’t know any martial arts skills at all.
The mistress smiled faintly, leaving her breasts with her hands slowly descending: Killing people does not need to rely on martial arts, you don’t need to practice martial arts, your body is your weapon, if you really need to solve the problem with force in the end, remember that you still have a shadow, I will do this kind of rough work for my master.
Mèi said "Oh" in the evening, and couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only watch the little girl slid her hands against her waist in silence.
The waist is very thin and the navel is beautiful, very good. The mistress's hands lingered around her navel for a long time: I will put a ring on you here in the future
It was also a late-night sensitive point, and the gesture immediately aroused her desire again. She began to sweat, and the fine sweat beads floated onto her skin one by one.
The mistress's hand continued to go down again, and came to her private area, and her slender fingers stroked her soft hair.
Soft and smooth, but unfortunately, the shape is not very good. The mistress made a sound and bent down and found a small cutter and a fine red comb from somewhere.
The comb gently combed her private hair, and the mistress started picking up scissors: Don't move, I'll trim it for you
I suddenly burned my ears and suddenly I felt like I found the topic: So you know martial arts, so why are you...
Why do such a humble thing? The mistress looked up, and his eyebrows were as beautiful as the clear springs of the distant mountains and rivers: Because if I did it well and the sect leader was compassionate, he would die happily
Evening Mèi took a breath of cold air, and she had already recovered all the heat and sweating. She didn't know what to do for a long time
The mistress had already trimmed her hair into a perfect triangle. She was putting down her scissors to add fragrant oil
You will die, if you fail to perform a mission in a month, and push the oil to the middle of the night, he said: I was the only one of my two masters before, remember that you must succeed, otherwise I will be doomed.
Very rich but not curvy enough. Pay attention when practicing qigong in the future. Then he started to evaluate and completely ignore the questions raised by the late mèi.
You will know what task he stood up and blocked his lips and teeth with a finger: Can you not do it? Don't ask this kind of question again in the future, don't even think about it
Evening stopped, the mistress found a long rope from somewhere, and tied her to the bed with a familiarity.
Don't worry, I won't hurt you. He whispered, then opened a jar and applied some dark red cream. One finger slowly pushed her flower hole.
The movements are gentle and pity, and the fingers are also lubricated, so this time, there is no pain at all, there is only a tingling pleasure
It's very tight, but I have to keep the mistress pursing her lips, put it in one finger, and rolling and pressing it inside
The flower hole is getting wetter and wet, and the pink nipple is erect like a scaly plum. When it is pressed to the inner wall, it trembles late, and even breathing temporarily stops
This is your point of bliss. The mistress pressed hard and circled it, and more and more liquids were eating and his fingers were overflowing outside his body.
He suddenly stopped when he was only half an inch away from the peak of joy, took a cold and cold device with two fingers instead of his fingers, and put it into the slippery hole without any effort.
After that, he started massage on his legs at night, and lowered his head to listen to her breathing becoming more and more rapid, and in the end he was completely like a trapped beast
Please... The night mèi, who was bound with his hands, finally couldn't help but speak, and the ending sound couldn't help trembling: Please...
At this time, the love juice in the flower hole rolled down like a fountain, soaking the utensil, looking green and green
Just now, the mistress pushed her flower hole with a strong sexual nature. At this moment, she felt that she was thirsty and couldn't help twisting her body. The nipples touched the bound rope. The slight pleasure brought by the friction made her crazy.
Please... Please... Please... That fish with her mouth open like a tail dehydrated, her face and body covered in sweat, and even her breathing was irritated
The mistress stretched out her fingers, tugged the yu device back and forth once, and lowered her head and asked her: Is this true?
Yes! Yes! I nodded quickly in the evening, and sweat was like flying.
Sorry, the homework ends today. The mistress took back her hands and started packing up her things to leave: I wish you a good dream
You dare! I gritted my teeth and bleeded: You must remember that I am your master, and you are not afraid that I will punish you!
The master taught the slave a lesson, and the mistress had been used to it for a long time. The mistress was still warm: But this kind of training is to let the master learn to restrain his desires, learn to ask men to ask you instead of you ask men, and the master should also get used to it.
After saying that, he stepped back, silently extinguished the candlelight and closed the door.
The whole courtyard was as dark as the world was, with heavy snow gently covered with blue bricks, and I listened to the roof all night long and hoarsely shouting.
Outside is a Hui-shaped courtyard. The rockery in the middle of the courtyard is filled with snow, and a wintersweet tree is blooming not far away.
There is no figure or sound, and there is only faint fragrance floating in the yard. This situation is a bit strange.
Luo Xue shrank inward, unable to withstand the chill outside
At this time, someone patted her on the shoulder, and a hand with bright red collar suddenly put on her shoulder. Luo Xue couldn't help but startle the boss.
Did I scare you? People come and laugh: Do you think everyone here is like a ghost, and there is no sound when walking
Luo Xue turned around and recognized the woman who saved her in the graveyard. She nodded quickly to express her gratitude.
The woman stopped laughing, picked up the fur in her hand and wrapped her naked body, and held her hand again: My name is Wanxiang, now you go with me to meet the master
Luo Xue was a little surprised, but she remained calm and barefoot behind her
Through the veranda and out of the courtyard, there was a courtyard outside the courtyard, with white walls and black tiles. It seemed that there was no end to look from a distance. The color was light but the layout was magnificent.
Finally, they walked into a main room eastward. After turning the screen, Luo Xuejiu saw a strange fragrance, which was light and refreshing like a growing grass in March.
Before I could figure out the situation, the fur on my body was taken off by the night fragrance. Luo Xue had to stand in the middle of the room, naked, her cheeks were slightly red with fire.
Aren't you afraid? A sudden sound of a voice in the room, which was completely different from the soft bonelessness of the scented fragrance.
Luo Xue then found a person slanted on the chaise longue on the left. Her face was so dull that she couldn't see in the room, but she could only see a pair of eyes shining in the dark.
Luo Xue quickly lowered her head: I'm afraid, but I can still stand still
The man got up from the chair and walked to her. The scent of his skirt swayed and his gait was infinitely romantic.
It's a good piece of material. The man surrounded her and circled: The skin is good and a little courageous. I like you little girl
Luo Xue looked up and found that the man was very beautiful, but his almond eyes were covered with cold air, which made her squid unable to help but lower her head.
The man smiled and raised her chin to look carefully: But would you like to stay? Little girl? If you don't want to, I won't force it
Where is this? What am I staying here for? Luo Xue finally couldn't help asking
This is a paradise, you will enjoy happiness here, would you like to leave the man whispering, the light flows in his eyes, and there is infinite temptation
Luo Xue nodded involuntarily, as if being urged by the devil in her heart
Then you stay, the man holds her hand: But remember that once you enter the Ghost Gate, you will never return it. You will be a member of the Ghost Gate in this life.
Ghost Gate? Luo Xue burst into pieces after hearing these two words
They all call us ghosts, so we might as well call ghosts. The man laughed softly and handed her hand to Wanka: Remember your name is Wanmèi in the future. Forget your past, Wanka will train you well.
Late mèi
Luo Xue was chanting these two words when she was holding hands. When she turned around, she felt that it seemed like she was just a dream, and only these two words were true.
From now on, she will be called "Late" and "No surname" and "Everything in the past will die
I was held hands all the way, and I went around and returned to the original courtyard. Wanxiang didn't speak until she stepped into the courtyard. She stopped laughing.
This place will be your home in the future. Although there are not many servants in the place, you have to do many things yourself. Wanxiang whispered in a low voice and led her to look around: Where, this is the bedroom, this is the classroom, this is the piano room...
Wanmèi was surprised: Do you mean that this yard is mine?
Of course it's all yours. Wanxiang laughed. Walking into the room, I took out the red umbrella: There is also this umbrella that belongs to you, and there is also a shadow called Xiaosan.
As soon as the voice fell, a man stood behind them. A thin tall man was wearing only a white single dress in the cold winter. He was the one who had been to take care of him before.
Wanxiang pointed his hand: Then, this is your shadow, the name is mistress, if you have any questions, just tell him
Evening, I didn't know what was going on, so I had to stay in my arms with the red umbrella
Wanxiang clapped her hands to leave, and turned around and said coldly to the mistress: You should serve this master well. If this master fails, you should know your fate.
The mistress replied, and stood behind the night mèi with her head down: Then let's go to the cleansing master first, I think you should be from a poor family, and your skin is a little rough, so you need to speed up your conditioning
He refused to look up when he spoke. He didn't have the chance to see his eyebrows again late. He only saw his face pale, and there was a faint blue color in his eyes.
※※※※
After coming out of the wooden barrel, the water vapor was covered in water. The pair of slanted phoenix eyes became more charming. The charming and childishness was still there, and there was a world that invited you to go with you.
The mistress used silk cloth to suck the water droplets for her, and then told her to lie down and open the jar to prepare to push oil for her.
After moving in at night, I was still a little shy and uncomfortable: I thought my skin was good enough, white, thin and smooth enough
The mistress didn't speak, and caught some water from the bucket, and dripped it on her neck.
The water droplets slowly fell and eventually evaporated by the heat in front of the chest
Not enough He shook his head: If this drop of water keeps sliding until you, it will be enough
After saying that, he took out a handful of sesame oil from the jar, carefully applied it on his hands, then approached the brazier and baked it with his hands. The house suddenly began to smell the fragrance of roses.
His hands were warm and gentle. At first, he was a little resistant, but at the end he couldn't help but arched and closed his eyes.
The clavicle is good, slim enough. The mistress was finished when she pushed the clavicle
The breasts are also good, full and plump, but you need to pay attention to maintenance. Large people often don’t have a hard time. When they slide across her chest, the mistress lingers, and turns around and opens another jar.
Another type of cream, milky white, the mistress slowly pushes her breasts evenly
This can make your breasts tight and keep your nipples pink. The mistress whispered softly, hooking up a small cluster of ointment to circle her nipples.
At night, my body bowed tighter, and my breathing started to be tighter and slower
So can you tell me what the hell is, why are you my shadow? She started asking intermittently
There are killers in the Ghost Gate. The mistress continues to circle her nipples, watching the cream gradually melt, and the pink bra tip is more and more erect: A killer like you is a killer, and a white robe is a shadow. Follow the master's orders to do so
Evening Mèi made another surprise: Killer? But I don’t know any martial arts skills at all.
The mistress smiled faintly, leaving her breasts with her hands slowly descending: Killing people does not need to rely on martial arts, you don’t need to practice martial arts, your body is your weapon, if you really need to solve the problem with force in the end, remember that you still have a shadow, I will do this kind of rough work for my master.
Mèi said "Oh" in the evening, and couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only watch the little girl slid her hands against her waist in silence.
The waist is very thin and the navel is beautiful, very good. The mistress's hands lingered around her navel for a long time: I will put a ring on you here in the future
It was also a late-night sensitive point, and the gesture immediately aroused her desire again. She began to sweat, and the fine sweat beads floated onto her skin one by one.
The mistress's hand continued to go down again, and came to her private area, and her slender fingers stroked her soft hair.
Soft and smooth, but unfortunately, the shape is not very good. The mistress made a sound and bent down and found a small cutter and a fine red comb from somewhere.
The comb gently combed her private hair, and the mistress started picking up scissors: Don't move, I'll trim it for you
I suddenly burned my ears and suddenly I felt like I found the topic: So you know martial arts, so why are you...
Why do such a humble thing? The mistress looked up, and his eyebrows were as beautiful as the clear springs of the distant mountains and rivers: Because if I did it well and the sect leader was compassionate, he would die happily
Evening Mèi took a breath of cold air, and she had already recovered all the heat and sweating. She didn't know what to do for a long time
The mistress had already trimmed her hair into a perfect triangle. She was putting down her scissors to add fragrant oil
You will die, if you fail to perform a mission in a month, and push the oil to the middle of the night, he said: I was the only one of my two masters before, remember that you must succeed, otherwise I will be doomed.
Very rich but not curvy enough. Pay attention when practicing qigong in the future. Then he started to evaluate and completely ignore the questions raised by the late mèi.
You will know what task he stood up and blocked his lips and teeth with a finger: Can you not do it? Don't ask this kind of question again in the future, don't even think about it
Evening stopped, the mistress found a long rope from somewhere, and tied her to the bed with a familiarity.
Don't worry, I won't hurt you. He whispered, then opened a jar and applied some dark red cream. One finger slowly pushed her flower hole.
The movements are gentle and pity, and the fingers are also lubricated, so this time, there is no pain at all, there is only a tingling pleasure
It's very tight, but I have to keep the mistress pursing her lips, put it in one finger, and rolling and pressing it inside
The flower hole is getting wetter and wet, and the pink nipple is erect like a scaly plum. When it is pressed to the inner wall, it trembles late, and even breathing temporarily stops
This is your point of bliss. The mistress pressed hard and circled it, and more and more liquids were eating and his fingers were overflowing outside his body.
He suddenly stopped when he was only half an inch away from the peak of joy, took a cold and cold device with two fingers instead of his fingers, and put it into the slippery hole without any effort.
After that, he started massage on his legs at night, and lowered his head to listen to her breathing becoming more and more rapid, and in the end he was completely like a trapped beast
Please... The night mèi, who was bound with his hands, finally couldn't help but speak, and the ending sound couldn't help trembling: Please...
At this time, the love juice in the flower hole rolled down like a fountain, soaking the utensil, looking green and green
Just now, the mistress pushed her flower hole with a strong sexual nature. At this moment, she felt that she was thirsty and couldn't help twisting her body. The nipples touched the bound rope. The slight pleasure brought by the friction made her crazy.
Please... Please... Please... That fish with her mouth open like a tail dehydrated, her face and body covered in sweat, and even her breathing was irritated
The mistress stretched out her fingers, tugged the yu device back and forth once, and lowered her head and asked her: Is this true?
Yes! Yes! I nodded quickly in the evening, and sweat was like flying.
Sorry, the homework ends today. The mistress took back her hands and started packing up her things to leave: I wish you a good dream
You dare! I gritted my teeth and bleeded: You must remember that I am your master, and you are not afraid that I will punish you!
The master taught the slave a lesson, and the mistress had been used to it for a long time. The mistress was still warm: But this kind of training is to let the master learn to restrain his desires, learn to ask men to ask you instead of you ask men, and the master should also get used to it.
After saying that, he stepped back, silently extinguished the candlelight and closed the door.
The whole courtyard was as dark as the world was, with heavy snow gently covered with blue bricks, and I listened to the roof all night long and hoarsely shouting.
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