Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Chapter 881: Qijingtang Green Tea

"Do you still scold me?"

"Stop scolding."

"In the future, will you still wear this?"

"Woo, don't wear it anymore." She began to tremble slightly, he, how could he.

Fu Xiu didn't feel good about this, so he could only kiss her.

But the closer you are, the more you think about it.

The hand is getting too much.

She arched her back uncomfortably: "Fu Xiu, please, don't be like this."

"Really not? Loosen a little and be obedient."

The red blood on her face: "Don't talk."

"Okay, don't tell me."

At last she screamed and shivered.

The hands are full.

Ruan Xihe leaned back in his chair, his chest fluctuating.

Fu Xiu wiped his hands with a tissue, so seriously, wiping them one by one, which was too embarrassing.

She doesn't need to think about it now that this man will definitely be particularly strong and fierce.

When I got out of the car, my legs softened and almost knelt down.

He let out an inconspicuous chuckle, held her waist with one hand, and caught her leg with the other.

Picked up people easily.

Fu Xiusheng's tallness and the feeling of being suspended in the air made her subconsciously clasp his neck tightly.

Fortunately, there are not many people at night, otherwise the thin-skinned one would have to blush.

The little girl was wearing a short black suspender dress. The shoulders and arms were very beautiful. The collarbone was deep and straight. She was hugged by a man. The black stockings on her legs were not regular at all, and she knew it was torn by people. Cracked.

An extremely long crack spreads all the way into the skirt, and you can only get a glimpse of the snowy style while walking around.

Fu Xiu held her upstairs.

She was so embarrassed in the car just now, the stockings were also torn, but he was still well-dressed, nothing messed up.

There is no expression on his face, but his fingers are so excessive.

The more I thought about it, the more angry he became, buried in his arms, and didn't want to talk.

"password?"

Fu Xiu asked her for the password, and she only entered the password on the door lock.

"Let me down."

He stared at her with this hot feeling again.

She turned her head uncomfortably.

Fu Xiu let her down.

"Go back, good night." She helped to close the door, and he leaned against the door without giving her a chance to close it.

Forced to take a step back.

Fu Xiu closed the door with his backhand.

"What are you afraid of?" He was a little dumb in his voice.

"No, I'm not afraid." She was a little afraid of Fu Xiu like this, privately like a small volcano that would erupt at any time.

The expression on his face softened a bit, and he picked him up and went to sit on the sofa.

"You wear this at night, I can't bear it, the car is a bit too much, did it hurt you?" He lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows.

"No." She blushed and leaned in his arms.

He said that he was too much, but in fact, if he did it again, he would do it again, because he would marry her, and he did not hide his desire for some intimate things. It is not normal to have ideas about his future wife. Well?

"I'll take a shower and go to bed soon. I'll come over tomorrow morning." There was a subtle gentleness in his voice.

"good."

Ruan Xihe went to close the door and thought of what happened in the car inexplicably. The feeling seemed to remain, well, it was too burning.

I can't imagine what happens if he can't help it anymore.

I'm afraid I can't get out of bed.

Go back to the house and put water in the bathtub.

Shaking his head, I can't think, can't think, Fu Xiu is simply poisonous.

Take a bubble bath and drink red wine, and sleep will be particularly fragrant.

In the dream, it seemed to be back in that car again.

The black silk stockings broke through a big hole, and they were gradually torn bigger and bigger by the hands with thin calluses.

The broken grid couldn't stop the heat in the palm.

The fine electric current ran through the body, causing a wave of silent tremors.