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The big palm clamped around her waist, scratching lightly through the chiffon skirt, and the warm smell of tobacco hit her cheeks.

The July day was already very dry, the night wind blew by, blowing her hair draped over her shoulders, under the imprint of the silver-white moonlight and dim light, the woman was even more charming and enchanting.

And because the big palm tickled her, the eleventh "giggled" and fell into Qi Junzhe's arms with a "giggle" smile.

Women are afraid of itching, especially in front of their own men, and they are even more afraid of itching.

Women like to be coquettish, especially in front of the man they love deeply, coquettishness can arouse the man's love and affection, and of course it can induce a certain lust in his heart.

He laughed as he hung his hands around his neck, and said weakly to the man in a delicate and seductive tone, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I was really wrong, I don't dare next time, you have spared me a lot this time. Don't scratch, don't scratch, itch, itch. ”

The woman's whole body is basically completely hung on the man's body, almost no different from an octopus.

Under the skirt, the two jade legs rubbed against the man's knees intentionally or unintentionally through the pants.

The man's deep eyes were plated with a layer of thick and turbid desire, and the hand that clamped the woman's delicate waist used some strength slightly.

Somewhere it's even more geared.

"Call me what? Huh?"

The man seems to be very patient, and until this question is answered satisfactorily, he just doesn't plan to let the little woman go.

"It's a good thing. ”

The eleventh raised his eyes, blinked his watery eyes, and looked at him a little mischievously.

The man was dissatisfied, clamped her waist with his hand, and continued to tickle, watching as the danger in her deep eyes deepened again.

"Huh?"

An extremely long nasal sound at the end indicates that he is very unhappy.

"Uh, uh, no!"

The eleventh immediately changed his words, smiling like a flower like jade and delicate like the sun.

Reaching out and pinching her gouache-like cheeks, the man hooked his lips with a slightly satisfied smile: "Xiaoxiao, I'll let you go for the time being." I'll be back in a moment and see how I clean you up!"

Mi Xiaoqi's face sank, his eyes drooped, he raised his hand and twisted it fiercely on the man's chest, gritting his teeth: "Qi Junzhe, what's the matter! You still did it? Tidy me up, right? If you dare to clean me up, don't think about going to my bed tonight!" Hmph!"

After a snort, his chin curled, the corners of his eyes raised, one turned around, his buttocks flicked, and he left in high spirits.

As soon as he took two steps, he turned around and pointed to the tandem that had fallen to the ground, "I'm still riding, you continue to carry me!"

Qi Junzhe's eyes narrowed, smiled, his arms were wrapped around his chest, his tall body bent down slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Mi'er, ride this thing, don't go back and ride me! I must let you ********, how about it, huh?"

Yu Eleven's cheeks were flushed, and he raised his hand to hit him on the chest again: "Qi Junzhe, you undisciplined, unbounded hooligan ruffian!"

"What's the use of the festival? There are also more hooligan ruffians with no lower limit, which will open your eyes when you go back in a while. ”

Men, in front of their own women, will always have no discipline.

If there is a discipline, it is really abnormal.

Eleven: "......"