She couldn't have been poisoned by something else...
Yin Meng thought to himself... No matter what, continuing like this is not an option...
When Yin Meng got out of bed, she had to be settled first no matter what.
At this moment, most of Dai Yuan's body was lying on her side on the bed, with her calves still on the ground... Yin Meng got out of bed and wanted to move Dai Yuan's legs to the bed.
He just wanted to get her to the bed, but Yinmeng didn't mean to violate her. He only lifted her skirt. She looked very light anyway, so Yinmeng thought it would be enough to just lift her skirt, so that he didn't have to touch her legs.
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Who would have thought that as soon as she lifted her skirt...something Yin Meng could never have imagined would happen...
Dai Yuan's entire thigh was exposed, her snow-white thighs... shining and naked.
"Ah - my God, my God, I didn't mean it." Yin Meng covered her eyes with her hands, and the sage said: Don't see what is inappropriate, don't see what is inappropriate, it is a sin.
Fool, you didn't do it on purpose, but this princess did it on purpose... Dai Yuan was feeling happy in her heart.
It turned out that Dai Yuan had expected that Yin Meng would get her into bed, so the lace was naturally opened for him... just waiting for him to lift the hem of her skirt...
Dai Yuan was naturally still in a "coma". Although she couldn't see Yin Meng's embarrassment, she knew it when she thought about it.
Yinmeng closed her eyes and wanted to pull up her skirt, trying to cover her snow-white thighs...
He hoped that when he opened his eyes, those two white thighs would no longer be there...
But after all, without practice, Yinmeng could only touch around for a while with his eyes closed, but couldn't find where the skirt was... After all, he had only glanced at it for a short time, and his eyes were focused on his thighs. As for where the skirt was, it seemed
I really didn’t pay attention...
Yinmeng's hand was groping around and touched something soft, as soft as cotton and elastic... very smooth and delicate, like fine silk...
The more Yinmeng touches it, the better it feels. The material of this dress is just different... I will buy one myself in the future.
Yinmeng's hands moved higher and higher, so that he could cover it properly... Wait, no, no, why is the material of this clothes still warm...
It's warm... This, this doesn't look like a skirt... What is it? I don't seem to have sheets like that.