Robben could smell Emma's body and feel her breath, and Emma could feel Robben's too.

If you had to define a smell of sunlight, Emma felt that what she was smelling now was the smell of sunlight.

Bright, scorching ......

She was a little out of breath from the heat.

Luo Benben could sense that the breathing of the little witch in front of him suddenly became much heavier, and the temperature seemed to have risen a little.

Under the combined effect of alcohol and Heermon, the little witch was much bolder, she raised her head, and looked at Robben quite rebelliously: "What's the matter, what I said is obviously the truth!" The shoes will be returned to me, and I won't touch them for you today! ”

The little witch looked at Robben with a provocative gaze, as if to say: If you have the ability, you can do it, if you don't have the guts, get out of the way, and everyone will go back to their bedrooms.

Her head was dizzy, and she didn't know if she was convinced that Robben didn't dare to do anything, or if she was looking forward to further development.

Emma's breath stirred Robben like a flame, making his heart like a grassland with wildfire on fire.

Robben looked at Emma in silence and looked straight into her eyes.

Her eyes were like two amber stones, and Robben could even see his own reflection in them—like a flying insect, sealed forever in the perfect pair of amber stones.

Emma's heart was pounding, Robben's eyes made her dizzy and misty, and finally she chose to close her eyes, quite resigned to fate.

A pair of strong arms hugged her, carried her, and put her on the sofa in the living room.

Emma:?!

She was a little frightened, not knowing what Robben wanted to do.

"Don't touch it? But what if I want to? Robben's voice rang in her ears.

After hearing this, it was as if a burst of electricity was passing through Emma's body, which made her involuntarily shiver. The little witch opened her eyes and found that Robben was also staring at her.

"Hmph, if you want to do this, then you are the big bad, the big bad~" She bit her lower lip lightly, plucked up her courage, and did not fall behind in the slightest verbally.

Although the little witch was still stiff-mouthed, her hands clenching her skirt revealed her nervousness, and the poor skirt was repeatedly kneaded in her hands, leaving unsmooth folds.

Emma didn't understand why she was saying this, as if she did it on purpose, she was completely unaware of what she seemed to be expecting.

Robben snorted, he didn't expect the little witch to be still hard-mouthed, he thought she would be soft.

But no, the little witch regained her courage with her big eyes open, and looked directly into Robben's eyes, and those beautiful eyes were full of him.

Now it was Robben's turn not to dare to look into Emma's eyes.

He looked away and pulled a clean handkerchief from his bosom.

"Since I'm a big bad, do I really have to do something that a big bad guy does?"

As he spoke, Robben put a handkerchief over Emma's eyes, obscuring her vision, and tied a knot and tied the handkerchief around her face.

"Huh? Wait—" Emma was about to say something, but Robben had already grabbed her hands, tied the little witch's hands together with the ribbon on the long glove, and laid her on the couch on her stomach.

Emma, who was obscured from view and had her hands bound, couldn't help but clamp her legs.

Growing up, she had never been treated like this, and excitement, nervousness, and a hint of fear of losing control of her body intertwined in her mind, eventually turning into a spider web that enveloped her firmly.

"Yikes!" She let out an exclamation as her ankles were suddenly gripped in.

Robben held Emma's ankle with one hand and unbuckled the small leather shoes she was wearing with the other, but because the little witch was not very cooperative, and he himself had not practiced much, he buckled several times before unbuckling the buckle.

After the laces were loosened, Robben took off the girl's shoes with a light hook. He tossed the shoe that had just been ripped off Emma's feet and still had her body temperature and smell on the ground, and then did the same, taking off the other shoe, revealing Emma's feet in black pantyhose.

Today, the little witch's socks are somewhat peculiarly shaped, with normal black mesh stockings on one side and alternating thin threads on the other.

Emma symbolically resisted twice, but because she was lying on the couch and her hands were tied, she had no strength at all. Robben sat directly on one of her legs, grabbed her feet with one hand, and tore the other hand with force, tearing a small hole in the sock, exposing the little witch's soles.

Robben's actions shocked Emma, and she hurriedly asked, "Bad Robben, what are you going to do?" ”

Robben didn't answer, just stretched out his fingers, pressed them on the center of her foot, and scratched them on the soles of her feet.

The girl's feet are usually wrapped in fine silk fabrics and soft leather cushions, which are the most delicate and the most sensitive, and at this moment Robben scratches lightly on them, which only makes her sore.

"Ahh

"You stop!" Emma, who was pinched at the "door of life", just wanted Robben to stop.

But Robben said: It's late.

He must "discipline" this little witch today, lest she make another move that will kill her.

After two gentle scratches, Robben felt that it was not enough, and he directly took out his quill.

Emma struggled as if sensing something was wrong.

But it was completely useless, Robben still scratched her feet with feathers.

Now the little witch couldn't hold back.

She giggled, then twisted her body, trying to retract her feet, but how could Robben do her? He grabbed Emma by the ankle and scratched the quill on the center of her foot.

One, two, three......

Emma felt as if there were a thousand worms crawling on her feet, and they burrowed into her skin and ran deep into her veins...... The tickling touch almost penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

She slammed a spirit, her body shaking a few times.

The little witch who couldn't hold on finally relented: "Okay, okay, I, I was wrong!" Well...... Good Robben, spare ...... Spare me...... Hmph~mm-"

In the end, all that remained was an indeterminate hum.

"Will you say that about me in front of outsiders in the future?" Robben stopped what he was doing and asked.

"No......," Emma replied weakly.

"That's good." Robben let go of Emma and untied her hands and blindfolded handkerchief at the same time.

Emma tried to get up, but collapsed to the ground due to the weakness of her body, and Robben hurriedly helped her up.

"You're a big badass, big rascal...... Emma whispered.

Robben was a little embarrassed: his behavior was indeed a bit of a scoundrel - he must have been with the demons for too long and was brought to the ground!

"But I like it." The little witch leaned into his ear and added softly.

After saying that, she directly took Robben's earlobe.

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Hey, the first one is more present~

Second, don't wait, it's coming right away!

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