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Prick: Thirty-six strategies are the best

Almost in the middle of the night, everyone was already asleep, and the moonlight shot through the transparent window, shining on the sleeping people's faces. Everything was so peaceful.

The door was slowly opened, and then made a meticulous sound.

The person on the bed moved lazily, pulled the quilt to cover his sleeping face.

"So cute." A sweet voice sounded in Lan Xuanche's room, and she was saying to herself.

I was a waitress in the hotel. I missed her since I saw them in the morning. However, their doors were locked and they could not open in without a key. Fortunately, God had a vision, so he gave her a door without a key, which was Lan Xuanche's room.

She was wearing a sexy low-cut lace pajamas with a little wildness, and she cated and closed the door gently, step by step, approaching the bed where Lan Xuanche was lying, drooling at him.

She climbed onto his bed lightly, laying against the wall, gently lifting the sheet covering his face.

She seemed to hear her saliva, which further increased her attention.

Duo Jun's sleeping face, how great would it be if he was his boyfriend. Although she was 20 years old...but her 20-year-old sister is more attractive and elegant than those sisters... She thought, and she became arrogant.

Her hands unconsciously stroked his sleeping face, rubbed it, and sighed in her heart: Wow, it's so smooth... I couldn't help but pinch it again, and praised in her heart: the elasticity is also good...

Lan Xuanche felt itchy on his face, so he swept his face with his hand and continued to sleep.

She looked at him, her heart full of sweetness: "It's him." She decided to make some benefits from Lan Xuanche, so she couldn't let her be in vain once, right? Thinking of it, she slowly bent down and approached her thin lips.

He felt very upset when he breathed warmly into Lan Xuanche's face. He was so upset. Why was his face so hot? It was so uncomfortable! He was confused and reached out and met something warm.

Hum? What? I frowned, soft? Very elastic? Hum? Big? I really couldn't feel it. I squinted and opened my eyes. What caught my eye was a face or a face that was close to me, and my hand was on... her chest!

My brain was short-circuited all of a sudden, so I quickly withdrew my hand, retreated, and pointed at her in a confused manner: "You... who are you? Why are you in my room..." Could it be a ghost, right? My heart was cold.

She lowered her head shyly: "Just call me Xiaoying (Xun: Xiaoqing?!). You just touched it... Oh, I'm embarrassed to say..." Although she said that, her body leaned towards me.

Oh my god! A living pervert! My heart became even colder. "Misunderstanding, that's purely a misunderstanding!" I had retreated to the edge of the bed and could not retreat any more.

She looked pitiful in the blink of an eye: "Then what you mean is, don't you have to take responsibility after eating my tofu?" Your sister! I'm still responsible for climbing onto my bed in the middle of the night. If you take the wrong medicine, you!

"This..." I answered hesitantly, but my hands were fumbled into Yin Zaixi's key in the room.

Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy! After touching the key, I have hope of life.

"I think... you should wake up!" My tone was far from before and after, and I grabbed the quilt and covered it on top of her head, and ran away by myself.

Open quickly! I tried my best to open the deadly door lock.

"Oh. Don't squeeze others so much~" The coquettish voice was approaching the door.
Chapter completed!
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