The petite panting meow,

The turbulent translut milky spring water,

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

at this time.

Followed by shouting: Mamma Mia. Mamma Mia..

The sheets were soaking wet..

Then.

The sleeping husband was surprised.

Wet, moist, shiny bck fluff,

The spring breeze flutters across the pin grass,

The ever-flowing water droplets,

The bird sang happily.

L,

Then jump out of bed skillfully.

The wife rolled over and sat up. She said loudly: Ou Mai is embarrassed. My husband is back.

Quickly put on the clothes on the ground.

From the depths of the valley and steppe,

Towards the peach blossom source Shuilian Cave,

Early m.

Eg the entire golden house space,

Drops of water dripping down the leaves,

Thousands of oysters surging,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

At this moment,

Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,

jumped out of the window...

Hear birdsong.

Only the kitten meows softly,

endless wildness,

The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,

I only heard my husband shouting outside the window: bck ear honey. bck ear honey...

Clouds and mists lightly fill the left and right mountain peaks,

half an hour.

The process takes less than 60 seds.

Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,