Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Xu Shu gasped when he sat up, the extremely voice of Mi Li seemed to be still around his ears, wrapped around his heart, and the bottom was sticky, and he needed to wash his underwear.

...

I don't know what's going on. Today he squatted in this area to grab the order. Xu Shu was lucky and grabbed her takeaway again.

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Today is also ribs rice.

I was a little nervous when I knocked on the door, she would come out today and say something to herself.

Will it be like in a dream...

Fingers clasped the plastic bag and rang the doorbell.

Waited a while before someone came to open the door.

"Your takeaway."​

He wanted to say something later, but after seeing that it wasn't her, a heart fell and fell apart in an instant.

"Well, thank you." Mo Huiyu took the takeaway, and after politely thanked him, he closed the door.

Indifferent, hoping to be broken.

He stood blankly in front of the door for a long time.

The man was wrapped in a bath towel, would she make such a noise next to him?

...

Mo Huiyu took out the lunch box and set it up. Then he walked into the bedroom, and the little girl shrank under the covers and played with her mobile phone.

He lifted the quilt and got in, then hugged her with his chin on her head: "What are you playing?"​

"Don't let you see."​

People are like this, the more you don't let you do, the more you want to do it.

"Let me see." He [including] the earlobe of the little thing.

"Hmm~"​She snorted, her attitude softened a lot.

"Hey, huh?" He followed her outline and kissed her lips, fingers already holding the phone in his hand.

It is the game interface.

Mo Weiyu was a little surprised. The little girl seemed to be quiet, but she was still playing games. This position was also quite high.

"I won't let me watch the game either." When he spoke, he brought some of the hoarseness that men are accustomed to at noon.

"I won't let you see." This level of coquettishness happened to be on the cusp of his heart.

He got into the bed.

The quilt agitated and stopped again.

Ruan Xi and his body stiffened, and the heat was already noticed there.

...

When he got out of the quilt, there was still a gleam of honey on his mouth.

Mo Huiyu leaned forward to kiss her, but she covered her with her hand and tilted her head to the side.

He chuckled softly and whispered in her ear: "Why do you dislike your own things?"

"Mo Huiyu!" She was annoyed and glared at Mo Huiyu.

"It's also nice to look angry."

He hugged her up and dressed her, although in the process, um, it’s soft here and soft there~

Ruan Xihe stretched his feet, and Yunen's little feet were indescribably confusing when he held them in his hands.

The white jade skin formed a color difference with Mo Wanyu's hands.

The wind and the moon are boundless.

Touching the soles of her feet with his fingers, he felt a fine tingling sensation in his heart.

"Um~itchy." She tried to retract her foot, but he held it down.