But then, it was not as strange as it is now.
He always thought that this kind of sweet, with a seductive sound that seemed like nothing, only a woman would make it, just like those people in the room. However, until now, his uncontrollable voice broke his cognition.
Su Kui has been admiring silently behind the door for a long time. Seeing her cuteness pulls her legs, she wants to run. She has quick eyes and quick hands. She opened the door of the room and dragged in He Fan, who was still far away in the future.
"Boom—"
The delicate brown wooden door was heavily closed behind him.
He Yifan blinked his eyes in surprise by the sudden change, and when he stood still, the moment he turned and looked back, he saw the picture in front of him, and his head blushed completely.
"Song, President Song..."
Women seem to be around twenty-five years old, and they are at an age between a young girl and a mature woman. Her body is mixed with the sweetness of a young girl and the domineering style of a mature woman, which is very confusing.
The lights in the room were half turned off, and only the warm orange wall lights were turned on. The dim light hit her body, putting her porcelain-white skin on a layer of honey-like luster. You don't have to get close to it to feel that the taste must be very sweet and greasy.
Wrapped in a white lace-up bathrobe, she stepped barefoot on the furry carpet, her white and round toes looming in the black fluff. For some reason, Fan's throat was inexplicably dry and tight.
he wants-
What do you want
He blinked, barely holding on, not letting himself fall, embarrassing in front of the woman. He wanted to use his ability to suppress the agitation in his body, but he was even more shocked to find that the ability in his body was completely gone.
No, it should be said, he can't do it at all!
what 's wrong
Su Kui fiddled with the short hair that was dripping with water, a pair of shining, breathtaking peach eyes were raised, slowly admiring the boy's unintentional sex and helplessness. He narrowed his eyes slightly, curled his lips and chuckled.
With the white palms spread out in front of his eyes, Su Kui said indifferently, "Where is the script?"
As if unmoved at all by the beauty in front of him, why Fan suddenly returned to his senses, his head became clear, he hurriedly handed the crumpled script in his hand to Su Kui.
The eyes involuntarily fell on her feet that were carefully crafted by the above-mentioned good craftsmen. The color is porcelain white, the toes are round, and the toenails are pink, like warm jade.
He Yifan doesn't know why he looks at her every move so clearly, but deep in the body, from the soul, they are clamoring, get her, get her!
The voice was so crazy, he couldn't suppress it at all.
Two steps forward quietly, soon, his sanity returned, and he couldn't help feeling ashamed. How could he treat a woman who didn't know it so shamelessly? If the father is alive, knowing that he has done such a Meng Lang thing, he must be a monk, and he will be cleaned up severely, right
No, this will never work!
Su Kui glanced at the script faintly, and raised his hand to pick it up. Cold fingers seemed to rub the back of his hand inadvertently, then took the script over and flipped through two pages at random.
She reacted mediocrely, why Brahman drew her hand back suddenly as if she had touched something terrible.
The cold touch brushed his fingertips, carrying a string of electric current, and there seemed to be a crackling sound in his mind. The heat in his whole body was taken away by this touch.