Feast of villains

The neon light shining outside the window gave the interior a psychedelic pink-blue hue.

Sister Marlene's face was a little red, her legs were clamped, and she was leaning slightly in front of the sofa, with her feet bare.

It seems that after Nance came back, she suddenly became radiant, and those moving eyes seemed to say: I can finally be alone with you.

Nance noticed that there was a beautifully wrapped box on the table.

He returned to the sofa and sat down, subconsciously looking at the slender and flat box.

"My gift to you." Sister Marlene smiled.

Nance opened the package.

There was a tie inside, an elegant blue silk tie. It must have been bought a long time ago and was waiting to be given to him.

Sister Marlene took out the ice bucket from the small freezer, put ice cubes into the cup, and said to him: "I saw this when I was shopping a few days ago. I thought it matched you well, so I bought it."

"Thank you, the tie looks great."

"Some men don't like to receive ties, because they feel that women are restraining them." Sister Marlene said with emotion.

"I don't think so. After all, it's just a gift." Nance shook his head and quickly glanced at her tall and plump breasts. His voice became hoarse, "And you have good taste. I like the tie very much...

"

"That's good." Marlene said, with a charming smile on her face, "Put it on and show me."

Nance took off his coat and put his tie around his neck.

But the hands that were very dexterous when refining the medicine suddenly became clumsy. He couldn't tie a neat knot in front of his chest while holding the tie.

"Uh-huh?……"

He untied the half-tied tie and tried to tie it again, but it became even messier.

Sister Marlene's delicate and charming face was pressed against the warm velvet, her beautiful eyes staring intently at his movements.

He had already rolled up his sleeves, maybe because he didn't mind being seen with the buttons on the cuffs missing. The arms were very strong, with a layer of golden hairs growing on them as if his skin was shy.

"I can't tie my tie. I forgot how to tie it for a while. What's going on..."

Nance used clumsy gestures to wrap the tie around his finger, trying to pass the other end through the middle, but it got tangled up. Then his eyes were filled with a dark and desperate shame, making Sister Marlene's eyes

More and more happy.

She rang the bell next to the sofa to call the maid, then stood up and walked to Nance: "Is it bad or something?"

"It must be that my hands are too cold and I can't move flexibly..." Nance said harshly.

Sister Marlene raised her hand: "I'm here to help you."

Those white and flawless fingertips picked up the tie on his chest and adjusted its position. A faint scent of perfume came from her hair, and it smelled very intoxicating.

"Ma, please..." Nance's body stiffened, his hands resting on his thighs uneasily.

Sister Marlene lowered her head in front of her and moved her fingers dexterously on his chest, patiently and gently.

Nance's drooping eyes were aimed at her slender neck, and the white and greasy skin was also filled with a fragrance.

"Ah!" She stopped suddenly, her cheeks turning red, "I don't know how to tie a men's tie..."

"Then don't wear it, okay?"

"No, as a man, how can you not wear a beautiful tie..." Sister Marlene's expression became serious, and her fingertips were wrapped around the tie. "As a woman, I want to make sure that you wear the best clothes when you go out every day."

Show your good face to the outside world..."

The tie was in her hand, sometimes going around and sometimes straightening.

At this time, she did feel an unusual enthusiasm. She was not only attracted by the blue texture on the tie, but also because her fingertips touched Nance's neck.

There is a live, hard, Adam's apple in the middle of the neck, as vibrant as summer grass.

"It'll be fine soon, please raise your head." Sister Marlene said, pressing Nance's chin with the back of her hand and gently lifting it up.

Her chin was touched by her fingers and felt a slight chill. Nance raised his head and closed his eyes: "Sorry to trouble you..."

"You don't have to be polite to me." Sister Marlene held her breath and lightly touched his Adam's apple with her fingertips, causing his whole body to tremble.

Then, without any shyness, Sister Marlene, who was immersed in the pride of her own charm and the peaceful joy brought by the docility of youth, smiled slightly, with her white and neat teeth exposed at the corners of her mouth.

After tying his tie, he carefully straightened the knot and smoothed the collar of his shirt.

Sister Marlene took a step back and naturally used her fingertips to push the hair hanging down her face behind her ears: "Okay, it's perfect."

Nance opened his eyes and looked at her.

"It suits you very well." She smiled, then turned her eyes away and turned her face to him.

The delicate cheeks, the roots behind the ears, and the earlobes all turned red, and even the snow-white and slender neck was dyed red, like freshly blooming flowers.

Nance felt like he was shocked by her shy gesture.

What a terrible woman.

Even though she knew it was fake, she still wanted to convince herself that she was sincere.

Regarding this vixen, Nance really didn't dare to neglect it. He opened the medicine bag as if to avoid the topic: "You'd better check it out, otherwise I'll be a little restless..."

"Heh, I won't eat you."

Sister Marlene chuckled lightly, blinked her charming eyes, and looked at the two bags of magic potion with a little curiosity. Her eyes first fell on the coagulation gel, she probably confirmed the quality, nodded lightly, and then slowly

Looking at the unit catalytic fluid, it gives people a feeling of lightness and lightness.

She was obviously very anxious, so stop acting... Nance looked at her silently.

At this time, the door opened and a maid in cheongsam uniform walked in.

"Ms. Marlene, what did you call me for?"

Sister Marlene pointed to the red liquid on the table: "Take a bottle and drink it."

The maid didn't ask any questions, just picked it up and drank it in a gulp.

The bitter taste made her frown slightly, but she did not express any other emotions. After a while, pain spread through her body, and the reaction of the magic element seemed to become more abundant.

"It works." She nodded.

Sister Marlene waved the maid away.

There were only two people left in the room, and she was not in a hurry to speak. She propped her two delicate arms on the armrests of the sofa, and looked at Nance who was sitting upright with her beautiful eyes, looking at him with a half-smile.

Or look at the Cowherd's gaze.

Nance looked very flustered, sometimes looking away from the window.

But every time she stared at it more amusingly.

"Hey, Marlene!" After a while, he finally stood up angrily and looked down at the charming woman in front of him, "What do you mean? Do you want to talk about it? If you don't want to talk about it, I will leave -"

"Ah..." Sister Marlene covered her red lips in surprise, "Why are you angry?"

Nance stepped in front of her, pressed his hands down on the back of the sofa next to her shoulders, and said viciously: "I feel like you are playing tricks on me!"

His eyes became aggressive.

This is untamed wildness...

Even though her body was already within the scope of his confinement, Sister Marlene couldn't help but reveal a happy smile. In her eyes, Nance was like a wild big cat who had just started to get in touch with the upper class. He was cautious and hidden.

With aggression and rebelliousness.

His dark, thick long eyebrows and sharp eyes all conveyed a sense of danger.

Feeling the strategizing pride in her eyes, Nance wailed inwardly: It's really tiring to fight with such a vixen.

Sister Marlene looked at him who was gradually becoming more dangerous with a smile, and a different thought occurred in her heart: she really wanted to reach out and grab a handful of his hair, and let his oil stain her white palms.

So she stretched out a hand, put her fingertips into Nance's hair and rubbed it gently.

"You have such a good figure, and your strong chest is as stable as a four-legged stool." Her green jade fingers touched his chest, and Sister Marlene said with a crisp and tingling smile, "I really want to

Sit you under me and give it a try..."