In the end, the girl sat in the chair and did not move.
After Mr. Song finished handling the dishes and chopsticks, he washed his hands again, took out a piece of tissue paper to dry the water stains on his hands, and then came to her, before she could react, he hugged her sideways and crossed her legs. The skirt went up, revealing white and tender thighs. The girl tried to grab her, but she was already placed on the bed in the bedroom.
It was the worst case she had thought about before, but if it could be exchanged for a ray of life…
But just when she closed her eyes and prepared to take mermaid meat, Mr. Song just covered her, leaning on her side with one hand, each other’s breath intertwined, she was nervously afraid to look at him, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if Butterfly wings.
“How old?”
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