The Coercion of Scum

"What are you looking at?"

When she walked to my side, she asked in a low voice, displeased.

"Ah, I just think you are a good fit for this."

I sincerely said with emotion.

This is by no means slanderous, because after she wore a decent ancient costume, her cold face revealed the arrogance of a female hero even more, and she could have a vague glimpse of the clear collarbone when she looked down along the Borg. The hands and wrists exposed from the saggy long sleeves are as white as the first snow.

No matter how she looked, she seemed to have traveled through ancient times.

"Hmph, you really wear this casually, it's not suitable at all."

"Is there? I think I am like a peerless hero."

Hearing her merciless ridicule, I didn't realize it. While smiling and waving the sword, I took out my phone and patted at us.

Click, click, click...

"Don't shoot me!"

Beautiful eyes flowed, and Jasmine seemed to be shy because she was taking pictures with me in an ancient costume. She gritted her teeth and gave me a light push.

"Hey, how good is this, isn't it just for memorabilia?"

"Woo...then this time, you won't take pictures of me in the future."

Jasmine blushed slightly, but she still compromised. She gently raised her hand to close her hair that was messy because of emotional instability. Such a small gesture could also reveal a natural femininity.

And I handed the phone to a passing couple.

"Two people, can you please take a picture for us?"

"Well, it's okay."

"Eh? Is this still the case?"

"Of course, it's a memorial after all, this is not your ugly photo, don't worry about it."

"..."

After hearing what I said, although Jasmine didn't say anything, she still accepted it lightly.

She also picked up a slender wooden knife, held it in front of her chest with her hands, and slowly leaned against me.

"Okay, 3...2..."

As the boy taking pictures slowly counted down, I smelled a strange smell.

Such a refreshing fragrance is just like a precious rouge.

Secretly glanced at Jasmine, who was leaning on her side, and I spoke to her secretly.

"You are very suitable for wearing this suit. Maybe you were still a female hero in your life."

"You were a hooligan in your life, right."

And she puffed up her cheeks, and responded with unkind words.

"……1"

Click.

The heroine Jasmine and the gangster Zhu Zeyu's costumes are taken together, get

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"Today, it is still very rewarding."

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, we all leaned on the seat cushions, letting our bodies weaken tiredly.

Listening to my meaningless sigh, Jasmine just put her legs together dignifiedly and put her hands on her knees, continuing to maintain the posture of the heroine she was playing, and turned her head slightly in contempt.

"I'm very tired, not only was you pulled over inexplicably, but I also had to take various photos."

"What? We played very well. I think if there is a return picture on the Internet, we will be well received."

"cut……"

After listening to my insincere comfort, she really didn't make her mood better, but she could see that this was also a novel experience for Jasmine, so she didn't complain anymore.

It was the evening when the sun was setting, and the orange light dangling from the car window made us sleepy. Jasmine had been hitting Hache when my upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

The car sent Jasmine home first, so I felt a little bored at the moment, so I continued to talk to her.

"Jasmine, are you going out dressed like this today?"

"Yes, my mother and I said that they were going to the show with Sunflower. It's okay now, Sunflower really went there."

Jasmine leaned her head against the glass window, and answered me with a tired face, her tone of self-deprecating tone.

Probably because she accidentally ran into Sunflower, she felt a little bit upset. In addition, she found that Sunflower originally liked two-dimensional male stars, and Jasmine, who had cut off her friends and had the idea of ​​Lala, was naturally even more depressed.

"Ah, that's great, at least you have to report to your parents when you go out..."

When I thought that unlike Jasmine, my parents didn't seem to care about me at all except sending money. They also "exercised" inexplicably, and I was almost out of anger.

But this time Jasmine didn't take my words.

"So sleepy... I'll go to bed first."

She said this vaguely, then put her hands on the side of her head, her eyes closed naturally, her slender eyelashes curled up, and her cherry pink watery lips exuded a fragrance as she opened and closed slightly.

Probably I was very tired today, and Jasmine could only sleep in the car.

After all, she is a weak woman, although she can still be stubborn in her mouth, her body is really honest in every sense.

Thinking about this, I also started to feel sleepy, and I could only look at the lightly sleeping Jasmine refreshed.

After falling asleep, her white and tender legs wrapped in leather coats unknowingly separated a little, and her head gradually tilted to one side, her long pink hair hanging down to one side, covering her peaceful and delicate face while she was asleep. .

She should be exhausted. She no longer reacts to the outside world like a flower that closes at midnight, but her plump chest rises and falls slightly with her breathing, and the girl's rounded breast curve looks brighter and more attractive under the setting sun. .

At this time, a devilish idea naturally appeared in my mind.

It would be great if she could pull down her zipper.

After all, it's a tights that Jasmine doesn't normally wear. It should give me a new exciting experience. Just touching the clothes through the clothes feels a bit cool.