Legend of the Asura

"Brother..." With a coquettish moan, a pair of smooth and crystal jade arms were already wrapped around his neck.

Feng Xiao smiled slightly, and hugged Feng Yao with his backhand: "Just finished the game?"

"Hmm!...Brother, are you reading the post about Shura? I often hear this person mentioned, and he seems to be the most powerful character in the whole game." Feng Yao said softly, leaning on her brother's back.

"That's right, he is a very powerful person. Not only is he powerful, but he is also tall and mighty, graceful, intelligent, wise, imposing, like a god descending from the earth..." Feng Xiao talked endlessly, flattering himself, patting himself The dark cool endless.

"Hee hee...Brother, that Asura couldn't be you!"

"..."

"Because my brother never praises anyone except myself. Moreover, I suspected that my brother was the first place before, because no matter what I do, as long as I don't get the first place, my brother will be a little unhappy. What's more, my My brother has always been the most powerful in the world." Feng Xiao's bright autumn water eyes concealed a smile and admiration, she knew her brother better than herself.

"Hahahaha..." Feng Xiao turned around and picked up Feng Yao, letting her sit horizontally in his arms: "My Yao'er is not only a fairy, but also unparalleled in intelligence... Well, of course, your brother and I are rare in the sky, There is absolutely nothing on the earth, barely worthy of my good Yaoer."

Feng Xiao finally stopped looking for nothing to keep a sense of mystery with his sister, and slowly told Feng Yao all kinds of adventures he had in the game. Sometimes it makes a coquettish cry, and sometimes its mouth opens into a cute "O" shape.

"Mmm! He really deserves to be my most powerful brother!" Feng Yao's eyes were full of obsession and admiration.

Feng Yao was originally beautiful. Against the backdrop of the lights, that extremely beautiful jade face looked even more charming, making Feng Xiao's stomach full of anger.

Hearing Feng Xiao's increasingly heavy breathing, Feng Yao smiled softly, moved her hips slightly, and wrapped her white jade arms lightly around his neck.

Feng Yao only wore a tight-fitting white dress, her entire protruding body was bent into a continuous undulating curve, her breasts seemed to stand out, her waist was about to be slender, this situation should have been sensual and sensual, But Fengyao's face looked extremely peaceful at this time, making the whole delicate body shrouded in a layer of serenity and holiness.

Feng Xiao felt that the blood all over his body was about to come out, he raised his hands, gently pushed Feng Yao's blouse and cups up, held those plump and tall beautiful breasts with both hands, and gently rubbed them stand up.

"Ah! Brother...!" Feng Yao moaned softly like a dream, and even she couldn't hear clearly. Then a pair of small hands gently stroked Feng Xiao's cheeks, suddenly, she raised her face and opened her small cherry mouth, gently spit out her pink and tender tongue, bit Feng Xiao's mouth, and spit the small tongue into Feng Xiao's mouth . Twitching obsessively.

"Hey!" Feng Yao groaned as if in a dream, and a large amount of sweet body fluid in her small mouth was also left into Feng Xiao's mouth without any scruples, feeling her plump body being grasped|kneaded into various shapes by Feng Xiao, When the lower body became hot, he couldn't help twisting the two breasts tightly together. However, he felt that Feng Xiao's bad hand was sneaking into her skirt and inserting it between her two tightly closed thighs, trying to squeeze a gap there.

"Brother is still so bad!" Feng Yaofang felt annoyed, and shyly opened her two plump and slender thighs...

After a gust of wind and rain, Feng Yao struggled to get off Feng Xiao's legs, the weakness of her legs made her almost unsteady, Feng Yao shyly said, "Brother, go to sleep!", as if running away Got into the bathroom.

Looking at Feng Yao's graceful and alluring back, Feng Xiao forcibly suppressed the evil fire that was about to get out of control, and couldn't help a wry smile.

The promise comes first, he can't really ask for Fengyao yet.

It was a mortal torture.

In the silent night, there is only the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, and the faint fragrance still exudes its sultry charm. Feng Xiao closed his eyes and silently felt the warmth of his family and lover.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually subsided, Feng Xiao didn't bother to take a shower, and went directly to his room, which was next to Yao'er.

The beautiful woman out of the bath exudes the charm of crying ghosts and gods. Feng Yao caressed her slightly wet hair, came to the door of Feng Xiao's room, pasted it on the door and said "good night, brother" softly, and then Floating back to his room like a fairy.

My own home is always the warmest.

It would be even better if my brother would hug him to sleep like he did when he was a child.

If Fengxiao knew Fengyao's thoughts, he would be wronged and sleep with his favorite Yao'er, not to mention that he couldn't bear it, the feeling of being able to touch him would be worse than killing him.

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The morning always arrives the next day as promised, bringing the city a different brightness and joy from the night.

When it was slightly bright, Fengyao opened her eyes, and touched her pillow habitually, feeling that it was moist, she shook her head helplessly.

It has been three years, and every day when I wake up, my pillow cover will be inexplicably wet, as if she has tears that will never dry up. Sometimes when she woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, she found that she was already in tears, and her heart seemed to be blocked by something, so sad that she almost wanted to cry.

After straightening her slightly messy hair, Feng Yao put on a wide sun hat and walked out of the house gently.

Feng Xiao got up, instantly cleared away the inertial fatigue with the energy of chaos, got up and went to the living room.

"Yao'er should have already prepared breakfast."

The door was opened, and Feng Yao's figure appeared at the door, holding breakfast in his hand.

"Brother, you're up." Feng Yao floated in front of her brother like a little butterfly.

"Going to buy breakfast so early." Looking at the breakfast in Feng Yao's hand, it smelled of wheat: "What is this?"

"Wheat porridge, eat it while it's hot. What else do you want to eat?" Feng Yao's eyes were full of concern and love.

"I don't need anything else, you know I don't need to eat too much." Feng Xiao took the breakfast, with warm ripples in his heart, and lowered his head to eat.

Feng Yao smiled charmingly, turned around and walked into her brother's room, and began to bend over to tidy up.

Feng Xiao didn't go to help, nor did he call her to eat first, because he knew that the result would be to be pushed out gently by her. He is already used to Feng Yao's slightly domineering gentleness.

After Fengyao sorted out everything, she and her brother had breakfast together.

After the adoptive father passed away, they depended on each other for life, repeating the warmth between brother and sister and lover.

For four years, since Feng Xiao dropped out of Beijing University, he seldom went out, let alone went out to work, and his adoptive father did not leave any inheritance, but they were never short of money, and even bought this set after his adoptive father died. villas.

Fengyao never asks her brother where the money comes from. Her trust and attachment to him is so blind that it cannot be cured.

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