my sister is a supermodel

Kate held his face in her hands, and couldn't help being happier seeing his messy hairstyle and aggrieved expression.

"The car has been smashed, so what can you do if you go down, you should continue to do your business and fuck that little fairy Miranda"

"This is not good, Lima knows that she will be unhappy"

Rocca shook his head and said.

"You seem to be very specific"

Kate pushed his face away, fell down on the sofa again, and read slowly with the book.

"Help me pinch my legs!"

"it is good!"

Roca slowly massaged upwards from the ankle again, concentrating on serving the queen. He practiced for a while, and his experience has increased, and his massage skills have changed from LV1 to LV2.

Queen Kate was still reading a book, and the maid Roca was still massaging. The light in the small living room was bright and soft, except for the occasional sound of pages being turned and the sound of slapping.

"I'm going to sleep!"

After a while, Kate turned off the floor lamp in the corner, pulled a blanket over her body, and the room suddenly fell into darkness and silence.

"It's cool here, can I sleep here too?"

Roca asked softly.

"..."

Kate fell asleep and didn't respond.

Rocca pulled up the blanket and lay on the outside of the sofa.

puff~

Suddenly, his butt was kicked and he fell on the carpet.

"Hahaha~, you idiot"

Kate hid under the blanket and laughed heartlessly.

"Kate!"

Rocca sat on the carpet and looked at her angrily.

"Hmph~ Do you know why I kicked you? Because you are too stupid, next time you must fuck Miranda, come back and tell me, understand?"

"...All right!"

Rocca shrugged.

"Come up!"

Kate moved her hips inward.

"You won't kick me again, will you?"

Rocca hesitated.

"Come up, if you don't come up, I'll kick you to death"

Queen Kate was furious.

"Alright alright!"

Rocca lay down carefully.

Kate took his arm and pillowed it on his shoulder, breathing shallowly, peacefully and serenely, sweetly and intoxicated.

It's late at night, good night!

reading room

168. Little models don't speak martial arts

Huchihuchi~

In the early morning, on the treadmill in the fitness room of the apartment, Roca was running in the morning. He kept swinging his arms and turned on the high-speed mode. His chest and back were drenched with sweat, highlighting his coquettish muscles.

Drop~

After a beep, the speed of the treadmill gradually slowed down.

Roca stepped off the treadmill and let out a long breath.

"Wow~ Roca, your speed is so fast, like the wind!"

Miranda blinked her big eyes with admiration on her face.

"It's nothing, I was faster back then"

Roca proudly said.

"Stop bragging, your speed is all trained by me"

Kate stepped off the treadmill and wiped sweat from her hair.

"Kate, how did you train?"

Miranda asked curiously.

Kate twitched the corner of her lower lip, "I held a pistol and said to Rocca, run quickly, or I will shoot, and Rocca ran away in fright."

"Hahaha~"

Before Kate could finish her sentence, Miranda had already squatted on the ground laughing.

......

"Rocca, what are you going to do today?"

At the breakfast table, Kate and Miranda sat across from each other, and Roca sat in the middle. There was a hearty breakfast on the table. There were a lot of vegetables and fruits in summer, and Kate liked to cook new dishes, so the plate was full of various fruit pies. And vegetable salad hodgepodge, the taste is very unique.

"Writing the script during the day and continuing to catch the follower at night, I don't believe I can't catch him"

Roca forked an apple pie and put it into his mouth.

"Heh~ Didn't you brag about how fast you run, why haven't you caught it for three days?"