Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Uncle, do you like it?" She kissed him softly.

Huangdu was in joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, with something in his palm, and his body trembled with a light touch.

Ruan Xihe seemed to have found joy.

"Yeah." Yan Fufeng's overflowing voice was magnetic and deep.

Every sound rang in her ears, she didn't hold back, just a little bit like that.

"Ruan Ruan." He called her name.

"Uncle, it's hot."

Yan Fufeng, who was irritating/exciting, couldn't say a word, so he could only hold him tighter and tighter.

"Ruan Ruan, Ruan Ruan, Ruan Ruan." He shouted to her.

She kissed his chin.

Yan Fufeng's panic was all in Ruan Xihe's hands.

His mind was blank, and there was no way to describe the feeling just now.

The moment he hugged her tightly, he knew clearly that he had been completely planted in her hands for the rest of his life.

"Lack of energy?" she asked.

Men will feel a little weak after that.

"It's okay." He put his head against her neck.

"Let's take a bath together tomorrow, you go sit outside." Ruan Xihe kissed his chin.

"good."

Stand still.

"What's wrong?"

"Hold for a while."

......

The sound in the bathroom was very clear.

Yan Fufeng sat on the bed in a daze.

After a while, he looked up and stared at the closed bathroom door.

After a while, he went to the bathroom outside to take a shower.

......

When she was nestled in his arms at night.

"How do you feel at night?" Ruan Xihe asked.

"Like it and dislike it." This is quite honest.

"Comfortable?"

"Comfortable."

"Uncle, it's fine." Ruan Xihe closed his eyes and pretended to sleep after speaking.

After Yan Fufeng reacted, his face became a little hot. In front of her, he always looked like a hairy boy, and couldn't get up at all.

He couldn't sleep a bit, and the things she did to him in the bathroom replayed in his head over and over again, and his whole body was hot again.

At the same time, she was a little wronged, so she just fell asleep.

Repeatedly did not fall asleep until dawn.

Ruan Xihe was still asleep when he woke up, and she did not go to work on Sundays.

She doesn't need to get up early, so she can do some boring things in leisure, such as counting her eyelashes, and counting how many eyelashes Yan Fufeng has.

The uncle is so elegant, I really want to put a cinnabar on the center of his eyebrows, so that it will smell like a Buddha.

Without holding back his thoughts, he turned a few turns and got into the car. The brakes couldn't stop on the powerful one. So why does the fox love scholars and not the holy monks?

To ask her to say that it is obviously to pull the Buddha without sorrow or joy into the world, tearing apart the pure truth in his undisturbed eyes, and let him taste the joys, anger, sorrow, greed, anger, ignorance, joy/pleasure and pain in the world. You gave it to the ultimate.

She got up, got up early and took a shower to make people feel refreshed all day.

Hair is half-dry, wearing pajamas to sit on the terrace, have a small glass of wine, can beautify and beautify.

When Yan Fufeng woke up, his side was already cold, and a panic arose in his heart uncontrollably.

When I saw her sitting on the terrace, my heart was relieved.

He hasn't been drinking for many years, but seeing her lips pressed against the mouth of the cup in the morning, he was inexplicably anxious and confused.

He picked up her wine glass and drank the wine at the place where she had drunk.

The liquor ran across the throat, astringent and sweet.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious."

Ruan Xihe poured another glass.

Shake gently.

The red liquid shook against the bottom of the cup.

I couldn't tell whether the wine made people drunk, or the screaming with the wine glass made people feel itchy.

She took a sip.

The red wine lightened her lips. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Yan Fufeng with a smile: "Uncle, do you want to try again?"

He squeezed the arm of the chair in an instant.

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