Slag Girl Illustrated Book

It has never been like this before.

But like last night, the discomfort was not strong, so he didn't care much.

Close your eyes and enjoy, he is used to being a master of play.

"Is this strength okay?" the masseur asked.

"Can."

She doesn't have that many thoughts, so let's just ask if people ask.

"Does it need to be heavier?"

"It can be heavier, but it's okay for now," she said.

"Either here?"

The masseur pointed to her calf and asked her if she wanted to press it.

"want."

Fan Qingtong couldn't listen anymore: "Go down and change to a masseuse."

The masseur was a little reluctant, but he couldn't go against the wishes of the client, so he could only cast his eyes on Ruan Xi and hope she could keep herself.

But she didn't say a word.

The masseur can only leave.

The masseuse had stretched her hands to Fan Qingtong's inner thighs, but she converged a bit when she saw this.

After this set, the whole person is indeed much more comfortable.

There is no white flower at 3999.

After getting in the car, the two began to chat.

Fan Qingtong said that he was a small radio anchor, but he didn't disclose any other identities. He only said that the conditions at home were okay. After all, if you want to hook up a girl, you have to thoroughly understand it.

"Your voice is very similar to that of an anchor I know." Ruan Xihe started.

"Which platform is it called?" Fan Qingtong asked.

"Mangyin's name is Dongfan, it's not you, right?" Ruan Xihe said.

"Coincidentally, it's me, what is your id's name?" He asked, actually still his own fan.

"Little rose with green tea flavor." She didn't hide herself.

Fan Qingtong suddenly laughed twice: "Sure enough, it's thorny. Yes, you said that Lian Mai came to Nancheng yesterday. It's a coincidence."

Fan Qingtong's attitude towards fans is still different.

All of a sudden a lot of seriousness.

This encounter seemed to be plain and plain, but there were too many mysteries hidden in it.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Fan Qingtong asked.

It was noon in a flash.

"It's okay, I don't choose." She said so.

"Then go for hot pot?"

"good."

Hot pot is really a good thing. When you don’t know what to eat, it’s okay to eat this.

There is a balloon seller at the entrance of the mall, which is very cute.

The aunt who sells balloons is very good at doing business. Seeing two people getting off the luxury car and walking this way, she hurriedly followed: "Handsome guy, buy a balloon for your girlfriend."

Fan Qingtong didn't buy less of this low-cost thing that can capture the hearts of little girls.

After all, it is a very ambiguous thing not to refute the relationship defined by others for the two people. What's more, he has never admitted that the other party is his girlfriend, but it is out of his consideration for the girl to think about it.

He smiled, and was about to say that he wanted one, but he spoke over there.

"Sorry, no need, we are just friends." Ruan Xi and the aunt who sold balloons smiled politely and gently.

Gan! Heartbreak!