Xiao Yan travels to Douluo

In the vast sky and earth, the dense forest is vast and boundless, and the bright silver moon hangs high, complementing the clear lake below, like a pearl inlaid in the center of emerald.

The little dancing lotus steps lightly, walking on the calm mirror surface, and the cute toes make little ripples, which are small and delicate. The rippling lake surface is like Xiao Yan's heart, undulating and restless.

When she came to the center, Xiao Wu raised her hands high, twisted her waist slightly, and faced each other sideways, showing off her enchanting and perfect figure; with a stroke of her slender fingertips, golden light flowed out like a stream, bringing out the charming golden color. The light belt made her even more dazzling.

There are faint sounds of insects, birds, and leaping frogs. They are extremely smart and cooperate with each other to play sweet music to accompany Xiao Wu.

Her powerful calves exerted force gently, and the rhythm suddenly accelerated. Her elastic body showed various postures, and her long silky hair danced beside her. The beauty was looming everywhere, making people want to peep into it.

The waist is bent, and the whole person leans back, with slender fingertips pointing on the lake for support. The flat belly and towering peaks give people the urge to control, and the thin legs raised high are straight and slender.

Suddenly she leaned forward again, her beautiful face was flawless, her fiery gaze enveloped Xiao Yan, and her pert buttocks did not dare to show weakness.

Her delicate and rosy face was locked on her lover, making contact with his obsessive eyes. A numbing feeling gradually spread from her lower abdomen to her whole body. Xiao Wu's eyes fluttered, her brows conveyed affection, and the watery glistening made people pity her.

When the rhythm is slow, the soft body evokes the thought of being embraced; when the dance reaches its climax, the passionate and powerful movements make Xiao Yan's head congested and his heartbeat quickens.

At the last moment, Xiao Wu once again stood sideways, her long hair falling in the air, tracing her waist and breasts reluctantly, once again outlining her figure, making people want to pounce on her, and finally her long hair It sits neatly on the back of the head and hangs down to the ankles.

When the beauty came to him, Xiao Yan suddenly woke up, as if he had just experienced a wonderful dream, and the two of them were carefree and carefree.

"Giggle, does it look good?"

"nice?"

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes, her face turned crimson, and her lips parted slightly, "Then, do you want to dance with me?"

Xiao Yan's suddenly stiff expression stung the two of them. Xiao Wu pouted and sat next to him, "What a beautiful thought! I'm tired!"

"I......"

"Mom said my hair doesn't look good when it's spread out. Can you help me comb it?" Xiao Wu lowered her head and bit her red lips, fearing that Xiao Yan would reject her again.

Xiao Yan's heart trembled violently as he looked at the wooden comb in front of him. The dark purple comb had very fine wood grains and was hard and tough. A faint woody fragrance emanated from it, making people relax.

"Well, I'm afraid I won't do well!"

"It doesn't matter, mom said, as long as you are willing, you will get better at it over time!"

Xiao Yan's hands were trembling as he looked at Xiao Wu with her back to him. The thick long hair completely covered her figure. The scene just now flashed through his mind from time to time. He just wanted to gather up the long hair and take a closer look at it again. .

The fingertips reached out, pulled up the long hair, and accidentally touched the soft waist. The tender feeling made the two of them feel like they were electrocuted, and they both suddenly stiffened for a moment.

"How bad you are! You made me itch!"

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, blocked the words in his mouth, and almost blurted out, "Would you like to scratch it for you?"

Calm down your mood and focus on the long hair. The long lavender hair is lying in the palm of your hand. If you don't take good care of it, it will slip away mischievously and become too smooth to hold.

The light of the stars and the moon shrouded the two of them, and in front of them was a calm lake, a picture spread out like a waterfall, which made Xiao Wu even more beautiful, and Xiao Yan gradually became obsessed with it.

The wooden comb moves from top to bottom without feeling the slightest resistance. The feeling of being completely in your hands constantly reminds Xiao Yan that with just a little bit and a little initiative, he can master it all.

The unrolled long hair was rippling, and the comb tried again and again, but it could not be calmed down. Just like Xiao Yan, how could he restrain his heartbeat with self-control?

"Xiao Wu, you are so beautiful!"

Her back was to Tang San, but the tears in her eyes had slipped quietly, because she thought of her mother and the past.

"It's so beautiful! Why is there purple wood?" A charming voice echoed in the forest.

"Silly girl, my mother made this comb from rosewood. Now that you have made your choice, my mother will give you this comb. In the future, if you can really find a man you love, then, Let him help you comb your hair with this comb. A woman's hair can only be combed by a man in her life. Mom bless you. I hope that one day you can find the man who can support your long hair. "

"found it."

The delicate face with tears showed a faint smile. Following the man behind her combing her long hair, her eyes fell on the bright moon. The bright moonlight seemed to be her mother's smile.

The long hair moved gently under the wooden comb, and the soft light flowed. At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. Neither Xiao Yan nor Xiao Wu wanted to destroy the tranquility at this moment.

A faint fragrance came from the hair, and the fragrance made Xiao Yan feel dizzy. It was not a rich but not greasy sweet taste, nor was it a noble and cool elegant smell, nor was it a familiar and refreshing feeling of leisure. .

It was a fiery feeling, as fragrant as a rose, and as lively as a flame. It aroused the desires in the heart, but carefully protected the palm of the hand.

Time passed, and both of them wanted to make the space still and stop at this moment forever.

But that process will always end. Xiao Yan looked at the purple ponytail with hot eyes, watching it nestled on the straight back, accompanied by Yingying's soft waist, hanging down and coiled around the straight hips.

"Is your comb done?"

"Ok!"

Xiao Yan held the wooden comb, his eyes full of reluctance, the fragrance lingering on his fingertips, his eyes stopped on the ponytail, and he couldn't move away at all.

"Oh, it's so fast!" Xiao Wu kept the same movement, looked up at the shy Mingyue, and said softly, "Look at it again!"

"I......"

"I feel like it's crooked!" Xiao Wu swayed slightly, and her ponytail jumped flexibly, cute and cute!

Xiao Yan's eyes turned red instantly, his heartbeat seemed to be roaring in his ears, and the flames beat with the purple braid, burning away his sanity.

"Let me comb it for you again!"