In the gymnasium, two vigorous figures on the soft cushion moved around, snapping~pop~pop...they kept making the sound of physical collision.
Bei Zhai hugged his pillow in anger...
"How can I do this for my sister! Obviously I and the admiral are playing a game! Even halfway through the game, I ran over to pull the network cable! This hatred, Tirbitz, took note of it!" Beizhai held the square pillow with his sister printed on it, left and right. fist…
Prince Eugen also sat aside, staring closely at the two people on the stage, without concealing his worry in his eyes.
The North House looked at Prince Eugen, lying on one side of Prince Eugen's plump legs.
"So worry about what to do." Beizhai mumbled.
"Is there?" Prince Eugen lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Is it so obvious?"
"It's written on your face, the admiral, come down quickly, people are so worried about you! Stop fighting and fight with me until dawn!"
"Why!" Prince Eugen waved his hand on the head of Beizhai in shame.
Bei Zhai rolled his eyes and hit it, holding a pillow to block Prince Eugen's attack.
"What about Bismarck today..." Prince Eugen looked at Bismarck who had the upper hand, kicked the admiral's leg, and wished to rush forward, taking out his shield...
"Go, go, steel front! Protect your admiral, beat my sister, and remember to use a torpedo." Beizhai hugged Bismarck's pillow with a smirk, and his sister's weakness is very clear.
The whiteness on the stage has already fallen, and there are fewer trainings, and there are so many wives. There are no plug-ins. They have been drained long ago. The admiral has been working for a long time. Laiyue salted fish full of cured flavor.
Baidu was careless, and Bismarck seized the opportunity to throw it. Bismarck, who was very proficient in ground fighting skills, quickly wrapped around, his wrists were fixed, the plump thighs pressed against Baidu's neck, and his right hand was also hugged by Bismarck on his chest. , The overall situation has been decided, Baidu quickly slapped the floor, otherwise Bismarck with resentment would have to suffer for Baidu a little bit.
Bismarck let go of the whiteness and sat on the ground, his face showing a healthy blush after exercise, and the silver-gray hair on his forehead was also wet with sweat.
"Admiral, you are weak." Bismarck reached out and pulled the whiteness on the ground up.
"It's not that the admiral has become weak, but the sister who has been training hard every day is too strong, waiting for the admiral to come back, and venting her empty, lonely and cold grievances."
"Tilbitz is your turn!" Bismarck raised his eyebrows and said to Beizhai unhappily.
Bei Zhai suddenly persuaded me, I'm just a house girl, please don't embarrass me~
"You just want to teach Beizhai a lesson!" Baidu stretched out his hand and squeezed Bismarck's face.
Baidu's movement made Bismarck's "fierce" look stagnant, and he turned his head and glanced at Baidu.
Clap your hands and get up.
"Tilbitz clear the ground."
"I didn't go up again." Beizhai hugged the pillow and prepared to struggle.
"Don't think I didn't hear what you said." Bismarck's face was stern.
Beizhai was as if all the books he had drawn had been confiscated, and his face was weeping, but his eyes wandered to Prince Eugen's body, and the German maid took a look.
"Prince Eugen is not allowed to help!" In Bismarck's last sentence before leaving, Baidu patted Beizhai on the shoulder and followed Bismarck.
The housemaid is about to work, and Bei Zhai is heartbroken. He raises his head and looks at Prince Eugen with a plea for help...
"Bismarck just said..."
Bei Zhai stopped three steps and picked up the mop heavier than his own naval gun, suddenly raised his head and said.
"Sister, let's take a bath, and the admiral will follow. This is going to be a boat ride!"
…
Washing her hair, one thing she likes, her wedding ship and little Lolita have experienced the whiteness of the "head breaking".
Bismarck's silver hair looked submissive under the washing of the water, not at all the stubbornness of cat ears after drying.
Bismarck sat on the bench and did not speak, and Baidu did what he did. Baidu knew that this was Bismarck's expression of his dissatisfaction. As a wedding ship, whoever was "lined up" to the back would always be dissatisfied.
"Is my Bismarck angry with me?" Baidu squeezed Bismarck's smooth shoulders.
"No… "
Baidu smiled without piercing: "Where did Oscar go in the past two days? Why didn't I see it by your side."
"I don't know. I ran away after eating the cat food every morning without touching the house. I came back tonight and tied the rope to this cat who doesn't love home."
Whiteness is a bit unnatural, I'm talking about myself no matter how I feel, but Oscar, think about Hood yesterday, Whiteness seems to understand something.
Talking about some love words with Bismarck, the cat's face looks much better, Baidu grabbed Bismarck’s hair, grabbed a few weird hairstyles, Bismarck "furious"...
Sitting in the bath, holding Bismarck in his arms, heart-to-heart, from zero distance to negative distance, biting lips, swaying waves, the soft cat is finally back...
At night, Bismarck was dressed coolly, showing his white arms and tight and round thighs, lying lazily on the sofa, like a cat basking in the sun. The opposite is the sister and the admiral who are leaning against each other and playing video games. .
After a round of play, Bei Zhai stretched his waist, looked back at his sister who closed her eyes and calmed down, and stabbed the whiteness on the side.
"How many times?"
Baidu made a gesture, and Bei Zhai narrowed his eyes: "The admiral, don't favor one or the other!"
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