"Yes!" The black cat head of the cheap dragon nodded heavily and agreed again, "She is shameless!"
How dare you use such plump breasts to rub against a married man, without even noticing an unmarried man like him? How shameless!
Tsk, tsk, tsk, it would be great if it was him.
A scene like this appeared in the mind of the cheap dragon——
Between the two huge and white balls of softness, he squinted his wet eyes and rubbed happily in the waves until he was drowned.
After receiving the affirmation, Ling Luo's mood suddenly became much smoother, but her mood changed from anger to depression.
"Prison, tell me, is that witch not as beautiful as me?"
"Yes! Not as beautiful as you!" Jianlong had a serious expression.
"Then, tell me, my figure is not as good as hers?"
"Yes! Not as good as her!" said with a serious face.
Ling Luo turned her head suddenly: "?"
The cheap dragon suddenly realized: "!!!"
It's bad, it's bad, it's leaked...
The eyes of a certain black cat suddenly opened wide, looking at the very angry expression of its master in horror, and it shrank back bit by bit.
"Asshole! Men are not good things!"
Ling Luo was furious, stretched out a hand, grabbed the skin behind Jianlong's neck, and threw him out from the second floor.
"This emperor is innocent——"
With a scream, a big fat cat was thrown away in a gorgeous arc.
Ling Luo had a livid face, lowered his head, and looked at his body. He bit his lip, stretched out his hands, and touched his chest.
Although it is quite promising, there is still a certain gap compared with the witch named Xin Kui.
Thinking of this, a jealous wife couldn't help but pout.
She has to think carefully about what good ancient methods are there to enlarge her breasts?
Ling Luo took out a pen and paper and tried hard to recall the health-preserving techniques given to him by his master, Xiling Muxue, a thousand years ago.
How to make your skin whiter, how to make your waist slimmer, how to make your breasts plumper, these things seemed to have been mentioned by Master before, but at that time, I didn’t care much about them, so I didn’t remember them.
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You have to think back slowly and don't be impatient.
While she was thinking, she was sketching on the paper, and she didn't notice at all that a certain big fat cat that she had thrown out of the window had climbed back out of the window with perseverance.
"Xiaoluo, Xiaoluo."
The cheap dragon jumped into the room from the window sill and rubbed against Ling Luo's feet. He circled around and gently rubbed her calves with his body. His long tail rolled up her slender ankles intentionally or unintentionally.
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"Don't make any noise." Ling Luo frowned impatiently. She had just thought of something important and didn't want to be interrupted.
"Um, Xiaoluo..." Qianlong rubbed her leg with great affection, raised his head, and there was a hint of flattery in his voice, "I can smell the horns."
Ling Luo's writing movement stalled, and a large ball of thick ink dripped onto the rice paper, smearing a large area.
"What did you say?"
The cheap dragon jumped up, jumped onto Ling Luo's legs, rubbed her with its furry cat head, and said: "When I fell from the window just now, I smelled the smell of dragon horns from behind."
With a "pop" sound, Ling Luo put down the pen in his hand, looked at Jianlong with a frown, and asked: "Really?"