"Sister Lucas Wen..." Jasmine's voice trembled. For some reason, she was a little scared, and she looked at Lucas Wen timidly with her beautiful eyes.
Jasmine always wore suspender pajamas when at home. Because the two of them moved too much just now, the thin straps on their shoulders slipped off, revealing half of the spring scenery of the towering mountains, and Lucas Wen's dark eyes became darker and more like ink.
Jasmine's heart was beating very fast. Her hands were tightly bound by Lucas Wen and she couldn't move. She couldn't even pull up the shoulder straps.
A pigeon flew out of the window, stood on the windowsill for a while, and then flew away again.
Jasmine's skin is very white, as smooth and delicate as milk, and paired with bright red lips, it can arouse the most direct and unbridled desires in people's hearts. Lucas Wen's chaotic brain has long lost her reason. She lowered her head, her eyes blurred. .
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