Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Fu Xiu thought she was calling her own name. Could it be that the old man arranged someone for him.

This little girl did look like her own heart, but she was obviously drunk now, and he would not do anything to take advantage of others.

"Where do you live, I'll take you back." She was wearing a hotel bathrobe, and she probably lived on this floor too, and the father took great pains.

"Where you live, I will live." She held the person without letting go, and touched Fu Xiu's wrist.

The place she touched by her fingertips was faintly hot.

"Why don't you bring the Buddhist beads?" she asked, pressing against his chest.

Fu Xiu didn't expect that the old man would even tell her the prayer beads that he did not leave. Recently, because of the inconvenience of the task, he put away the prayer beads: "It is inconvenient recently. I didn't bring it."

"Hug~"

One wanted to hug, the other didn't respond, and the two were so stalemate in the corridor.

Five or six seconds later.

"Fuck"

It has been a long time since he exploded, but tonight, when she said hug in a soft voice, he could not hesitate to refuse her.

Give her a hug.

"Hold it up, sleep."

The next second was really beaten and hugged by the man.

The little girl nestled in his arms and secretly kissed his profile, smiling like a little fox.

Fu Xiu's body was even more rigid.

The place where she had been kissed was numb.

He walked a few steps forward and found that 888 was open. It seemed that she lived here.

Go in and put the person on the bed.

She was about to leave, but she knelt on the bed and hugged him, softly pressing on his back.

"Don't go, stay, stay with me."

Fu Xiu's face changed several times, and this woman was afraid that it was not a fairy. He admitted that he did have an idea, and he couldn't refuse her at all. He didn't even want to refuse her, but she was drunk.

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." The voice was extremely aggrieved.

Fu Xiu had no choice but to break her hand and move a chair by the bed: "You go to sleep, I will leave when you fall asleep."

The little girl sat on the bed dumbfounded, and suddenly there was no response.

In the next second, tears suddenly began to fall, one after another, and the people who watched felt distressed.

Fu Xiu was at a loss for a moment, and his cold voice became softer subconsciously.

"Don't cry."

"Then you still don't kiss me!"

Fu Xiu: ...

But the next moment, she sat directly on herself.

Fu Xiu's muscles tightened.

Before he had time to say anything, his lips were attacked by the smell of sweet wine.

There was a blank in my mind for a moment.

After regaining consciousness.

He wanted to refuse, and opened her mouth, and her little tongue poked in.

Slowly, the smell of wine came over the sky, lingering between the lips and teeth.

His naturally drooping hands also slowly supported her waist.

The little girl began to unbutton his buttons, one after another. He knew this was wrong, but his body did not obey, and the arm around her tightened again.

She is too bold.

Fu Xiu's breathing became heavier and heavier.

She was twirling.

He gasped.

The little girl kissed him on the chin again and again.

"Let it go, let it go." His voice was a little hoarse, with a slight tremor.

"Don't let go." She kissed him.

Fu Xiu's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes became dangerous: "You know you are like this, what would a man want to do to you?"

"Do you want to sleep with someone?" She said something similar to an invitation in such an innocent tone, and Fu Xiu felt that her whole body was surging.

He panted, clasped her shoulders, and kissed her hard.

"Pattern"

Those little hands untied his belt.

Fu Xiu tensed and froze instantly, breathing chaotically, and said in her ear like a warning: "Let go."

"No." Not only did she not let go, she rubbed it.

"Hmm~"

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