Chapter 1219 A Heroic Hymn!

In the taxi, Ye Wei was lying in the arms of Su Ke's Su Ke with her eyes closed. She felt that she was really drunk, not only her body had been anesthetized, but her soul had been floated, but she liked this feeling very much .

The same is true for Su Ke. In order to ensure the safety of the two, he left the car in the bar, feeling Ye Wei who was leaning against him, and could even feel her heartbeat.

However, the blood in the body seems to be mixed with alcohol at a certain ratio, and the whole person feels restless and restless.

The palm of his hand landed on Ye Wei's thigh inadvertently, and he couldn't leave anymore. The thickened stockings were very smooth, as if they were completely empty. Gently stroked, the plump thighs felt quite good, especially It was the base of the thigh, and the fingertips touched the small leather skirt, and suddenly moved inward a bit.

Ye Wei didn't know if he was asleep or what, but with Su Ke's movements, his breathing had begun to become heavy, and even faintly shenyin, his legs were slightly opened to cooperate with Su Ke.

The temperature inside the leather skirt seemed to be good, which made Su Ke's hand so obsessed that he couldn't take it back for a long time.

Ye Wei suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at Su Ke slightly, raised his head slowly, kissed Su Ke's neck lightly, and immediately felt that Su Ke's body suddenly stiffened.

The taxi driver looked up in the rearview mirror, it was a very ordinary couple, not like that.

The speed of the car slowly slowed down: "It's here!" The driver stopped outside Ye Wei's gallery.

In contrast, Su Ke was able to maintain a certain level of sobriety, check out the bill, and help Ye Wei to get out of the car, but his movements were a little awkward, because just when Ye Wei was kissing his neck, his brother Su Xiaoke suddenly stood up. tent.

Ye Wei's footsteps were frivolous, like stepping on cotton, one foot deep and one foot shallow. If it wasn't for Su Ke's support, I'm afraid that what I want to do most now is to sit on the ground and rest.

When the taxi left, Su Ke took the key from Ye Weina and opened the shutter door, which was exactly the same as the door of his own small supermarket, so he naturally knew how to open it.

Open the door, turn on the light, and help Ye Wei to go inside.

"Wait!" Ye Wei said suddenly, and then his body shook a little: "Close the door!"

The rolling door slowly fell, and there were two worlds inside and outside. This was the first time Su Ke entered Ye Wei's gallery. There were a wide variety of paintings on the first floor, not only oil paintings, but also many other types. .

After looking around for a while, I soon saw a Western-style oil painting, which was a European woman with a plump body, blond hair, a lazy expression, lying on the grass, and the cute flying in the sky. Angels, but that's not the point, the point is that none of them have clothes on.

Su Ke knew that most of this type of paintings came from the era of the Western Renaissance, which advocated emancipation of the mind and opposed the shackles of the church at that time. This painting is naturally a copy, but it is very vivid.

That lazy woman has a plump figure, full of double peaks, and even a little staggeringly large. She has long golden hair pressed against her body, and there are no strands on her body. Her legs are folded together, and there is some black haze between them.

Su Ke suddenly felt a wave of blood rushed to the top of his head, and Su Xiaoke seemed to be very excited by this infection.

"Let's go upstairs!" Ye Wei didn't notice anything unusual about Su Ke. After all, Su Ke came in for the first time, and it was normal to visit, and now her mind was dizzy and she didn't notice it.

"Yeah!" Su Ke replied, but he didn't know that his voice was a little deformed. The first floor was a gallery, the second floor was a storage room, a studio, and a bedroom. Ye Wei went upstairs with Su Ke's help. I opened the bedroom door, and the light from the outside was dimly lit, and I could see the general situation inside.

Just as Su Ke was about to help Ye Wei enter, he felt that the woman twisted her footsteps and stood directly in front of him, with her arms on her shoulders, looking at herself.

There was even a minute or two or three minutes of silence. The two looked at each other. In the silent room, it seemed that only the two people's heartbeats and heavy breathing remained.

Ye Wei slowly stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Su Ke's lips, very softly, as if tasting the most delicious food in the world, his tongue slowly swept.

Su Ke didn't know when he started to respond. The kiss between the two became more and more intense, and they hugged tightly together, as if to merge into one.

Feeling the beautiful posture of Ye Mei in her arms, the surging torrent in her body became more and more turbulent, and the sequelae of the upgrade of the flower picking system came as promised, but Su Ke didn't resist. Then he picked Ye Wei up by the waist and strode into the room.

There is no light in the room, and it is too late to turn on the light, but what can this be? Some things can be done without turning on the lights at all.

When Su Ke was lying on Ye Wei's chest, violently tasting the sweet fragrance of the snow lotus on the snowy mountain, the clothes on the two people had already fallen to the ground. Ye Wei took a quick breath and arched up hard. A hand even pressed down on Su Ke's head.

Su Ke's brain was dizzy, but it didn't affect his instinctive reaction. His hot tongue was like a mine detector, and it didn't fall in the slightest corner. Ye Wei's body was more like an ocean wave. Hands gripped the sheets tightly.

"Suk---Suk----!" He was shouting Suk's name unconsciously, and even his open legs had begun to rub his body continuously.

When Su Xiaoke has turned into Lu Zhishen, a monk who can pull up weeping willow flowers, and when Lu Zhishen comes into contact with the grass that has turned into a pool of spring water, the brave flower monk finally falls into a quagmire.

"Hmm---!" Su Ke hummed subconsciously in his nose, as if sounding the horn of the march.

Monk Hua entered the local position, cautiously, slowly advancing, and taking every step, except that it felt a little difficult to enter at the beginning, but the back was smooth, and finally kicked off the prelude of showing off.

Lu Zhishen was good at using a 62-jin water-milled Chan stick. This Chan stick was naturally powerful and very brave, and the way of attack was even more open and wide, and it went straight to Huanglong.

The reason why the water mill rod is called this name is that there must be water, and it must be ground. Under this situation, it is even more worthy of its name. It is very fast.

The sound of fighting in the room was endless, and on this Christmas Eve, there was a soul-stirring heroic hymn, composed by Su Ke and composed by Ye Wei.