Detroit: Get poorer.

Marcus stood on the high platform, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a rigid line, his brows were tightly frowned, and his side face was as sharp as a marble sculpture. He was so handsome. I stared at him and thought, he seemed to feel my sight , suddenly turned his head, and the transparent pupils of different colors stared at me all of a sudden.

I felt as if someone had caught me, and I immediately looked away, turned around, and chatted with the bionic man next to me as if changing the subject.But they were all silent, only looking behind me, and before they could turn around, they were embraced by a rigid embrace. Marcus, who was still on the high platform just now, had appeared behind me at some point.

I struggled to turn around, and he just stared at me without saying a word, but the corners of his mouth softened.

Passive is worse than active, lamenting that beauty can deceive people, I couldn't help but leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth, just about to back away, but his hand pressed the back of my head, I couldn't help but sighed, and held his hand He kissed her face hard.

Unexpectedly, the tongue of the bionic man is also very flexible!

But what is this thing against me?As a man, I know it all too well, but as a housekeeping bionic, is it really normal for you to have this organ?

He kissed the corner of my mouth one last time when I was already struggling to breathe.With a hoarse voice, he said, "It's the applet you ordered before and...you ordered..."

He suddenly leaned close to his ear, "Big baby."

Fuck me... It's a foul for you, a bionic person, to flirt like this!

The author has something to say: I couldn’t help but write a small episode, and the rest is just hot, the plot is stuck, the emotional line... Is there such a thing QAQ