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112. Your masculinity is pitiful 8

After much scrutiny, the little loli finally came out. [26nbsp;]

No, no, no - he was invited in.

Guests entering the curtain?

Be flattered.

When he entered the door, he saw her closing the door - his little hand pulled the door and locked all the little palace maids and other people outside.

close the door???

Interesting. It's so interesting.

Originally, he wanted to keep it in check, but he was embarrassed, but unexpectedly, the little loli was so proactive, so understanding, and so much that he thought—

It really fits my heart.

In his heart, he loved her three more points.

She smiled sweetly: "We talk, it's inconvenient for the palace maids to be there."

“Yes, yes…”

He nodded like pounding garlic, which was inconvenient. At this time, one more person means one more obstacle, and it is absolutely impossible.

The girl's boudoir is simple and generous.

In the red gauze tent, the quilt is fragrant.

Bed, big bed.

His heart suddenly became weak.

He first smelled a scent - not rouge, not gouache, not even any floral scent - really, it was just a person, exclusive and exclusive scent.

It is a clean, fresh fragrance.

The little loli has a brand new tight green skirt, and a layer of gentle yarn in the same color, which makes her look slim and graceful.

Her hair was half dry, black and scattered behind like a small waterfall. After bathing and fumigation, her little face turned red...

The most hateful thing is that she sat halfway on the edge of the bed, holding a gauze tent with one hand, wanting to refuse but still waiting, half covering it, and smiling with her little mouth...

Oh, I can't stand it.

He suddenly rushed over, no, he must take a bite - this tempting little apple, if he refuses to accept it, tonight, he will not be injured in the selves, but will be killed...

He rushed over and a small hand pressed against his chest.

But, very gentle and obedient, she was obedient, like a little sheep, looking at him from top to bottom, without even letting go of every tiny pore of his:

He looks good in his eyes and his nose is straight. Although it doesn't fit her guess about the appearance of a scumbag, it's almost the same. Logically speaking, a scumbag shouldn't be so handsome, after all, he gave it to him.

Her impression is mostly rough...

However, his lips were red, his face was red, and his eyes were red, so he became as red as a thief...

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