In the third year after Chi Zhenyue divorced her frigid ex-wife, she did the most outrageous thing in her life.
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Don't be too gentle 1
I recall Song Wangshu's reluctant and reserved look every time he approached her, unable to go on.
Chi Zhenyue's teeth itched with hatred, and her whole body felt like fire.
[Slight s. P. A. N. K acceptable]
Is Song Wangshu just not good enough, or is it just Chi Zhenyue who is not good enough for her?
So annoying.
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"Name."
"Elaine."
"An. Quan. Ci."
"Young fawn."
Song Wangshu was wearing a long matte blue dress. She hid her face and answered the call.
The mask was completely covered, and the superior could not control himself. They did it again and again, until the night was wet and hot, and the bed was muddy.
The owner's slender fingers grasped Chi Zhenyue's soft hair from behind.
The song doesn't make the song, the tune doesn't make the tune.
Chi Zhenyue shouted the word "safe", but the master didn't want to stop.
When he turned around, he could only see the owner's solemn and distant eyes.
Get wet, wet.
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After months of entanglement, the good girl Chi Zhenyue couldn't live without this woman who was so compatible with her.
"Master, can you love me?" Under certain circumstances, she was confused and confused.
Chi Zhenyue wanted to get closer to this mysterious woman, so she touched the lower edge of her mask. Want to kiss.
"No."
The woman took off her mask and said coldly.
... Under the mask is her familiar, embarrassingly frigid ex-wife.
"Song Wangshu, aren't you very good at it?"
"Am I interested in playing like this?"
Chi Zhenyue gritted her teeth and shed tears from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing that the ends of his ex-wife's eyes were burning red, Song Wangshu stooped down and knelt in front of her:
"Chi Yue, let's stop making trouble, okay?"
The tide rises from bottom to top, and the moonlight shines brightly.
She coaxed her, leaned forward to hug her, licked her tears away, and held her ankles tightly. The movements are non-stop and the water sounds sticky.
"Song Wangshu, you are just sick." She bit her lip to endure the sound.
Song Wangshu remained motionless, his voice as dumb as a sigh:
"I'm sick, Chi Yue."
"I'm terribly sick."
"... I can't bear it, I can't bear it."
Hey, don't say such stupid things in bed.
Very foul.
*Miss Chi Zhenyue, Song Wangshu is a pauper.
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Concept: Love is a safe word
