Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Yue Jie, you old-fashioned, embryo!" Ruan Xihe's face turned red all of a sudden, what kind of word is this?

"Ruan Ruan, want to see it, it's uncomfortable." He repeated.

President Ba, who has always been cold, spoke to her in this tone, matching the expression in the video.

Gan!

It's so exciting.

"No, I'm hanging up." Ruan Xihe refused.

"Don't let me see, I will fly to Nancheng to sleep now, you, I will come back when you are finished, you choose by yourself."

Yue Jie said the most shameless words with the coldest and gentle face.

Ruan Xihe:...

"Yue Jie, you are too arrogant!" She vomited blood. It's too scary for a man to be shameless.

"Ruan Ruan." He called her softly.

Wipe... For the first time in her life, she felt sad.

"Yue Jie, you're so angry, I'll forget it!"

"I want to see." He insisted.

No one understands Yue Jie's feeling of suffering. He cares too much about Ruan Xihe, so when he left that day, he actually wanted to take her away.

That growing possessiveness is getting harder and harder to control.

He has thought about it more than once, hide her, and only he can see her, can hold her, can kiss her, so that she can only see herself in her eyes forever.

But in the end, he didn't do that.

He didn't want to do things that she hated.

"Think clearly and tell me." Yue Jie said.

"What do you think." She finally compromised.

"You put your hands on the shelf, and then you wash." He took a puff of cigarette, and there was a bit of shocking coldness in his narrow eyes.

She was really embarrassed this time, her teeth were still biting her lips and shaking.

You can't see such a delicate color in normal days.

Yue Jie changed his posture and sat, with a cigarette between his fingers, putting it unspeakably. Dang Mili.

She clasped her fingers on the edge of the tube top, and a thin layer of pink had appeared on her body. The skin was so white that the powder was particularly obvious.

Ruan Xihe didn't dare to look back at Yue Jie on the screen, so he took off his clothes with his back on his back. With the collapsed waist and straight long legs, the lines stretched slightly.

Yue Jie stared at the snow-white back, the tobacco slightly burned his fingers, and he pressed the cigarette **** out in the ashtray.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly.

She walked over, bent down slightly, and tested the temperature of the water with her fingertips.

Yue Jie's breathing was stagnant.

When I bend down, the amorous feelings between my legs are too much.

It wasn't until she completely entered the bathtub that the stimulation and tension eased slightly.

She felt embarrassed, her face had been focused on the bubbles on the water, but she didn't look at the phone screen.

Yue Jie was a little bit dissatisfied with this.

"Ruan Ruan, touch the little bunny."