Playgirl took Nicole for a walk and changed her clothes. Well... changing clothes one way, of course, does not mean changing clothes the other way. In short, those who understand will naturally understand, and those who do not understand, there is no need to understand.

After she felt comfortable, she criticized herself, saying that she shouldn't eat too much, as she would become fat if she continued like this. But what should she do? She couldn't stop, and she often wanted to eat again right after eating.

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In fact, this is not accurate. While she was eating, she was thinking about what to eat next.

She knew this was a disease and a serious mental illness. But she couldn't change the situation and felt that it was better to be full than to starve to death.

A clear stream flows slowly, and there are osmanthus trees on both sides of the stream. The fragrance is very rich and intoxicating. The osmanthus flowers are blown by the wind, fall into the stream, and flow into the distance.

She sat on the big rock next to the stream and asked Nicole to sit over. The two girls were back to back, watching the reflection in the water, flickering.

The white clouds in the sky are also in the water.

The flower girl took off her shoes and socks, threw them on the shore, and stepped on the cotton-like white clouds with her white feet. The clouds broke when her feet touched the water.

She giggled, as if she had found a fun game, and the more she played, the more excited she became. She put her feet into the water and kicked up splashes.

Nicole couldn't sit still anymore, stood up from the big rock, and looked around. Her young lady was playing too crazy. If a man came over and saw her young lady's feet, wouldn't it be a big deal?

Playgirl was really crazy about playing: "Nicole, Nicole, come and play together..." Her feet were in the water, kicking out even more graceful splashes.

The clouds broke and the sky broke, as if the Monkey King was causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace. She, the grandchild of the monkey, laughed sweetly. At that moment, two people walked out of the jungle on the other side of the stream and were heading towards her.

Look around.

Nicole was shocked. She only looked at the wind here, but she didn't expect there could be people on the other side.

The flower girl was also in a hurry, especially when she saw the man in black robe, who was really an enemy and wanted to kill him.

The cool breeze blew in time, blowing up her short skirt. Her pink and white legs were so brightly exposed to the public.

The stream dyed the jade legs with a layer of bright color...

The flower girl panicked, leaned forward suddenly, and plunged straight into the water.

It stands to reason that in this situation, a hero should appear to save the beauty. For example, a rope could be thrown from the air, tie her around the waist, and pull again, and she would fly up like a cloud, and then fall gently to the ground.

On the ground or in the arms of a handsome man, this is scientific.

For another example, doesn’t that enemy across the street look like a handsome guy? What’s the point of using a handsome guy? Shouldn’t he take a leap at this time, jump into the water, take a few gentle steps, and then

Hold her waist and rescue her ashore?

In short, those countless possibilities have been stifled by reality.

The reality is that the flower girl just flopped into the water. What is even more tragic than this reality is that if the stream was deeper, at least it would not be so ugly to fall.

It was really tragic. The stream was very shallow, barely knee-deep, and the water was too clear. All the embarrassment she suffered when she fell was almost completely covered by the clear water.

A man's laughter came from the opposite side, it was so clear and harsh.
Chapter completed!