Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Si Yuzhu heard a familiar voice. It should be her. There was no one here. The lights in the swimming pool outside were all turned off.

He was really worried about an accident, and he didn't care about the difference between men and women, so he had to walk into the women's dressing room, which was divided into more than ten small dressing rooms, and one room could accommodate more than a dozen people.

He followed the sound and stopped in front of a door.

"Ruan Xihe?"

"Siyu Zhu?"

"What's wrong with you inside?" he frowned and asked aloud.

"My clothes were taken away, can you help me find a suit?"

Ruan Xihe hasn't been so embarrassed for a long time. Someone should have done this maliciously. Her suitcase was opened maliciously. After the shower, her clothes and swimsuits were gone, let alone her mobile phone and bag.

For the first time, Si Yuzhu resented that there were too many thoughts in his mind. When she said that, his first reaction was a hazy snow-white figure.

She behind the door is too fanciful.

"I'll give you the coat, you wear it first."

"thank you."

As soon as the door opened a little, Si Yuzhu heard a voice coming from the women's changing room. It should be a girl who came to change clothes.

Not deliberately, but subconsciously pushed the door in, trying to hide.

"Ah ~ Well!" She exclaimed, Secretary Island is the candle over his mouth.

It was so bright inside, and he could see all the crazy things as soon as he lowered his head.

Ruan Xihe hugged him so that he couldn't see it when they were pasted together. Although she had socialized with many people, she hadn't reached the last step. For a while, her ears became blushing.

"Don't watch." Her voice was dull, and she seemed to be a little wronged. Girls, it is indeed uncomfortable to encounter such a thing.

"Okay." The voice had become a bit rough and low at this moment.

She was already in the corner, and after this tossing, the blood tension between the two men and women rose up, and Si Yuzhu's breathing became heavier.

"I turn off the lights and don't look at it. Are you okay with your clothes?" Si Yuzhu's tone was gentle, with an inexplicable reassuring power.

"Yeah." She hung around his waist and replied softly.

"Papa." He backhanded the switch in the house.

The whole room fell into silence, Ruan Xihe went to grab the coat in his hand, Si Yuzhu's reaction gradually became obvious, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Surrounded her between the corner of the wall and her palm, and licked her earlobe with her head sideways.

"Hmm~" Ruan Xihe's earlobes can't be touched, they are too sensitive, and their legs are soft when touched. If Si Yuzhu hadn't taken the initiative to encircle Ruan Xihe's waist subconsciously, she would have to sit on the ground.

The next moment it fell on her neck, she also trembled.

The warm touch of the palm is blank in my mind.

Before Ruan Xihe pushed him away, Si Yu left automatically.

He also put the coat on her.

For him, it is a medium-sized windbreaker, the kind that can be worn as a skirt for Ruan Xihe.

When the two of them came out, Ruan Xihe didn't even look at Si Yuzhu. After all, he was a little embarrassed.

She refused her request to send her home, and drove away by herself. The clothes, she tied the waistline tightly, and to be honest, they looked pretty, and there was no feeling of disobedience at all.

Si Yuzhu thinks that Ruan Xihe is probably the kind of person who puts sacks on his body and looks very beautiful.

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"Hehe, I have found out that woman." 044 has just been investigating the monitoring and investigation.

Ruan Xihe leaned on the sofa and opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the electronic sound of 044, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Wang Beibei, a freshman in business administration, probably is motivated because she likes Feiye, and not only can you be with her male god, but you also don't cherish him, which is malicious revenge."

Ruan Xihe looked at her information.

"She doesn't have a boyfriend, tusk, there is more than one." Ruan Xihe paused with his fingers.

Then the corner of the mouth evokes a malicious arc. Some people do the first year of the junior high school while others do the fifteenth. Since in the name of love, go, come on.