Descent of the Phoenix

Nothing can stop them from melting together.

Since then, they are one, true one.

Xiaguang Wandao, the entire grassland in the sunset, full of dreamy colors.

For a long time, the wind blew, and the sky slowly dimmed.

The sunset did not enter the horizon.

A round of white moonlight began to shine in the sky.

The night, replacing Jinwu, shrouded the earth and swayed the black magnificence.

"Is it still hurting?" Gently holding the moon wrapped in his arms, Xuanyuan Che reached out and opened the black hair on his forehead.

The sweetness and deep affection in the eyes rose to another level.

The thick is almost melting the moon in his arms.

He had not experienced it before the encounter, but it did not mean that he did not understand.

She is his woman.

Wrapped in Xuanyuan's clothes, Yu Yuewo was in Xuanyuan's arms, clutching Xuanyuan's hand, and shook his head and said: "No pain."

This kind of pain is the pain of the injury.

A slight movement, swaying the placket on the neck, immediately revealing the skin covered with a hickey.

Under this night, a fascinating pink is brewed.

Xuanyuan Che immediately reached out and gathered for the moon to cover it, except that he could not see anyone, even if it was this bright moon.

The autumn marks and Yan Hu, who had already come over, heard a word, and they rolled their eyes.

These two people are really direct, one is direct, one is straight, and it is true.

Holding Xuanyuan's hand, Haoyue looked at Xuanyuan Che, and his mouth slowly outlined a smile.

Really, really, she felt it completely.

Looking down at Haoyue, he finally reassured his expression of his existence, and Xuanyuan’s heart flashed a bit of surprise and distress.