Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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She followed the study crookedly, her studies were messy, and she never recovered from her illness, but she kept on going.

The wheels kept turning, she watched the sky getting higher and higher, and the trees along the road gradually became sparsely branched, turning from green to yellow. In the end, she started to learn her internal skills and saw the sand in the desert.

Then it was a year.

After learning Wu, she got better and better, and now it's not a problem to run with Yanji while holding the Wushao sword, but he often feels that she is weak.

He is a very good host.

It's just that it doesn't belong to her alone, there are no flaws in her body, so she can't start.

Zi Ning quietly raised her head to look at him, Yan Ji turned her head thoughtfully: "How is the internal strength training?"

She moved her hand and put her white wrist in his hand.

Yanji put her finger up, and the rough callus was pressed against the inner side of her wrist, warm and itchy.

As the teacher who taught her inner strength, he used to check her inner strength in this way. But after the relationship changes, it seems that even simple touches have no meaning, which makes people imaginative.

Zining's fingers curled up and heard him say "very good".

She has always liked hearing these words.

Yan Ji looked at her and pressed the corner of her mouth. It was a fleeting smile.

She seldom laughed, and once she laughed, it made him feel like a fire in his heart. The hand on her wrist involuntarily turned into a grip, Yanji grabbed her and pulled it gently.

"...Zining."

He whispered to her, and she looked up. There is a light pink trace in the gap between the collar, which is the kiss he left last night.

He lowered his head and leaned forward, Zi Ning's eyelashes fluttered like a slightly surprised butterfly wing. When she looked at him, she couldn't tell what it was.

It's just not rejected.

Yan Ji kissed, she didn't avoid it.

She is getting more and more submissive. Like now, the tip of his tongue was against the base of her tongue and entangled in a presumptuous manner. She couldn't breathe, and she just leaned in his arms and opened her mouth, shaking and letting him taste.

She was too bully, as if she wanted him to be free to treat her without restraint. As long as he saw her accepting, he didn't have the slightest self-control.

Things will become unmanageable.

At first he just wanted to get closer, but once he met her, he couldn't stop.

A little more, a little more.

Always make her cry.

Stretching out the palm of her hand to support her back to prevent her from falling down, Yanji held the tip of her tongue, licking the sparkle that was too late to swallow her lips.

Zi Ning panted quickly, his ears and face turned red, and his fingertips gripped his shirt tightly.

His hands slid down, supporting her knees, and hugging her to her knees. He stroked her thigh up through the clothes, rubbed her belly, and looked at her face intently.

The skin under her palm is delicate and smooth even through the clothes. She was touched by him, and her chest rose and fell with breathing. His fingertips rubbed her soft flesh, sinking into the depression of her belly button and trying to go inside. stamp.