Slag Girl Illustrated Book

When he was young, he always felt that those so-called foot fetishes and hand fetishes were all perverts. Only now did he realize that he might also be perverted, because he seems to be in love with the waist, but also in the clavicle.

"You put it down, I'll do it myself." Mo Tingshen had to interrupt Ruan Xihe who was making tea.

The little girl was visibly taken aback, staring at herself blankly. With her misty eyes, the people who looked at her felt sore.

"What did I do wrong, which aroused your dissatisfaction?" This kind of words from the workplace Xiaobai, put it on Ruan Xihe, makes it difficult to blame her, plus, she did not do anything wrong, but Mo Tingshen felt a little guilty, and he had some bad thoughts about a little girl.

"I'm not dissatisfied with you." His tone softened subconsciously. Seeing her frown, he felt a subtle discomfort in his heart.

Mo Tingshen walked over, stopped in front of the tea table, looked at Ruan Xihe's tea, picked it up, took a sip, unexpectedly tasted good.

Opened the teapot and looked at it, the shape is flat and straight, the color is slightly yellowish like brown beige, the taste is sweet and mellow, the aroma is elegant and high, the soup is green and yellow, and the bottom of the leaf is tender and tender.

The appearance is also excellent.

When she walked to her, she realized that she was really tall standing next to her. She looked up at herself with her neck up, her eyes filled with shards of light, and she was so beautiful that she wanted to possess.

"Learned the tea ceremony?" He is very close to her now. In addition to the fragrance of tea, he can also smell her body if there is no seemingly scent, which is very unique, not like shower gel or perfume, but like body scent.

"When I was young, my mother taught me something, and then I figured it out by myself." Ruan Xihe smiled more and more innocent and gentle.

"Not bad." Mo Tingshen rarely praised.

Ruan Xihe seemed to think of something, and suddenly took a big step back, farther away from Mo Ting.

Mo Tingshen frowned, "Am I scary?"

"No, it's because the precautions stated that you don't like girls getting too close to you." She waved her hand quickly.

Mo Ting swallowed deeply. He really didn't like women being too close to him before, but she suddenly stood so far away, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"You don't need to be so far away from me." He said.

"That's great. Be careful all the time. It's really tiring." Ruan Xi and his eyebrows were crooked, smiling very cleanly, and they took the initiative to get closer.

Mo Tingshen suddenly felt a little excited, just like a young boy, his mood fluctuated.

When the two looked at each other, no one spoke, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Ruan Xihe is best at handling this kind of ambiguity, and the other party who can hook up is tickled until the point is reached.

She took the lead in looking away, lowered her head slightly, and dodge left and right in embarrassment, blushes rose on both sides of her cheeks, her fingers clasped the corners of her clothes unconsciously, and her teeth gently bit her lower lip: "You drink, me, I'm going out first. ."

Mo Ting's subconscious gaze followed the mole at the corner of her eye, an unknown tingling sensation appeared in his heart, and he wanted something vaguely and eagerly, but he didn't know what he wanted.

Ruan Xihe's steps were a little anxious, and she lost her foot without paying attention to her high heels. She whispered and closed her eyes.

Mo Tingshen had been paying attention to her, naturally reacted extremely quickly, and took a step forward.

She was trapped in her arms, avoiding the fate of falling.

Mo Ting's deep spray is Darjeeling tea perfume, with the warm and **** musk and woody amber as the base, and the warm and surplus scent lingers on the tip of the nose.

She opened her eyes, her eyes were misty, her eyebrows frowned, and the moles of tears were so charming and attractive.

Mo Ting's long arms circled her waist and met her eyes, subconsciously tightening a bit.