After simmering the fish, the saint walked out again, holding a clean bath towel in his hand, which smelled of good washing liquid on it, and walked over to cover it below Li Yifei's waist. As soon as he covered it, the saint saw a tent under the bath towel, which could be seen with the naked eye, and soon reached a very high height. Ш Ш Ш .Ы.Ё

This guy seems tireless and can stand up anytime and anywhere.

The saint glared at Li Yifei and lay on a recliner next to him, which was also covered by a sun umbrella. The slim and perfect curves were revealed, and Li Yifei's head could move, so he quickly turned his head and began to appreciate it generously.

Then, he ate the saint's eyes rolled a few times and whispered a few words of pervert, big pervert,

Li Yifei hurriedly explained: "It's not my fault. My body is not in charge now, and it is not in charge anymore."

Hearing this, the saint snorted, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on Li Yifei's face. He smiled and continued, "We don't care about these details. Just ignore them. Anyway, if you want to kill me, you won't be able to use it. If you can't kill me... then let's talk about it later."

"I will definitely kill you!" The saint took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator next to him, unscrewed it and said, then raised his head and pointed it at his little mouth, and drank it. Her movement became even more tempting, her chest was erect, there was no fat on her waist, and the mysterious belly area...

Damn, I can't see it anymore, but I can see life. Li Yifei felt that somewhere disobedient had become more moved because of his sight and thoughts, so he quickly controlled this thought.

Li Yifei licked his lips, and turned his head back and said, "I'm thirsty, give me some drinks!"

The saint put down the drink, got up and walked over, holding Li Yifei's head with one hand, helping him up, picking up the drink with the other hand, aiming it at his mouth, and slowly lifting it up. The movement was very gentle and would not make Li Yifei choke. When Li Yifei took a sip, she would pause for a few seconds and give Li Yifei a time to swallow.

But the Saint ignored two things. One thing was that the bottle of Coke was just drunk and she drank it directly to the mouth of the bottle, so Li Yifei was an indirect kiss. However, the two had kissed a long time ago, so it was not a big deal, and the other thing was a big deal.

Because of his posture, from Li Yifei's perspective and vision, he could directly see the two semicircles on the saint's chest. They were very perky and round semicircles, which looked very attractive. It was so close that Li Yifei could even smell the milky smell, so he swallowed another saliva while he was swallowing.

The saint felt it, and did not get angry immediately, but smiled charmingly, stuck out her little tongue, licked her lips, and leaned in front of Li Yifei, and stopped in front of him.

With one hand, she placed the drink bottle on the table next to her, and with the other hand, she slowly laid Li Yifei down, and then her body also came over. The distance was very close, and Li Yifei thought she was going to kiss her.

So Li Yifei's lips opened and his breathing became rapid. He was ready to take a deep breath at any time to store sufficient oxygen to deal with the kiss that the saint came at any time.

But... the saint did not let Li Yifei get his wish. She just twisted her upper body slowly. In this way, the shape of the two sitting peaks that the bikini was holding was even more wonderful, as if they were two drops of water. The shape was so perfect that when Li Yifei saw it, he felt his breathing tight, his throat was itchy, and his mouth was dry, even if he had just taken a few sips of Coke.

"Does it look good?" asked the saint softly, and his pink tongue stretched out a little, licking his lips. Her voice was so irritating that it made people's heart tremble. Li Yifei nodded subconsciously, and then realized that the other party was intentional. His eyes changed and he put away his lustful expression. Although his eyes were still looking at the saint's chest, they were not so lustful and evil. He said: "Good, very beautiful, the best in the world!"

Although the words were teasing, their expressions and expressions returned to normal.

The saint curled his mouth, stood up, twisted the bottle cap, and said, "Then you get better quickly and fight me seriously. If you beat me, it will be easier for you to see it in the future."

"What if I lose?" Li Yifei asked casually.

The saint made a clattering sound, narrowed his eyes, looked at Li Yifei with a smile, and said, "Losing means death, just like Satan. A man who is not strong enough is not worthy of being my inner demon!"

When talking about Satan, a glimmer flashed in Li Yifei's eyes. He shook his head gently, was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Yes, losing means death, but I think I should be considered strong! I deserve to be your man."

The Saint also knew that Li Yifei was in a bad mood just now because of Satan's death, so he did not stimulate him at this time, but said, "I deserve it, but you have to defeat me."

"Must fight?" Li Yifei asked sideways.

"Must fight!" The saint nodded, tilted his head, and blinked his eyes after saying that, looking playful.

Li Yifei grinned and smiled. There was something more in his eyes. The saint couldn't see through it. Li Yifei continued, "Okay, when I get ready, we will fight."

"One word is certain!" said the saint.

After the two agreed to fight again, they suddenly became silent. Li Yifei looked at the sea in the distance, where there were seabirds, sometimes fish jumped out of the sea, and more often it was extremely calm, not even the waves, and sometimes he could watch it for a day at first sight.

Li Yifei suddenly became a little excited. He suddenly didn't understand why people like Satan had to work so hard. Is the outcome really so important? So what if he loses? But then again, if he had to choose, he would not admit defeat, especially in that kind of occasion, admit defeat means insulting his opponent, so Satan's choice is the best.

Li Yifei himself was concerned, and he could not have gambled for his life, but he had no choice at that time. Satan hugged him and rushed into the sea, which meant that everything was already destined.

"The clay pot is bound to be broken by the well, and the general is bound to be destroyed." Li Yifei recited a poem, which seemed a little stupid, but the saint understood. She said softly there: "Everything has a fixed number. I believe in God, so I believe that everything has been arranged long ago, and God's will is irresistible. Satan has Satan's fate, you have your fate, and I have my fate."
Chapter completed!