Instead of putting on clothes, she still kicked her feet a few times, so the quilt slipped off her shoulders.
Mo Shichen looked at the scenery, his eyes gloomy, and a few seconds later he asked dumbly, “Toss me to make you happy?”
She pressed her face to the pillow and curled her lips, “You seem to be really saying that.”
He slowly approached her, although he was already very close, with his arm on the woman’s naked waist, he lowered his head and approached her auricle again, saying in a particularly bewitching tone, “Then be my woman. , I will toss as you please, eh?”
She said faintly, “I am not a woman who has never been you. I don’t remember tossing you.”
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