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In front of the out-of-print bookstall, which costs three pounds and ten yuan, Cui Qingyao perfectly avoided all the flashy novels such as "The Romantic Emperor's Passionate Country", "The Fake Eunuch Is Really Rich", "My Ex Was the Number One Scholar", "The Lord Jin Yiwei Shows Mercy", and slipped into "The Eunuch Tortured Me Thousands of Times"
Ever since, Cui Qingyao woke up and saw a bloody human skin hanging from the dark beams. Fresh blood dripped along the outline of the human skin to the tip of her nose... The great eunuch raised his eyelids and looked over with a cold look. His eyes were like knives, scraping away the goosebumps all over Cui Qingyao's body.
Later, an unscrupulous Taoist priest told Cui Qingyao: The purpose of living in this world is: to make the eunuch crazy about you! Crazy for you! I'll hit a big wall for you!
Cui Qingyao: If I was asked to seduce a eunuch with a bad temper and no kid, I would choose death.
Later, Cui Qingyao fell in love with the eunuch who was warm in winter and cool in summer. He followed the eunuch behind and licked his face all day long, and his pussy was all over the floor.
The eldest eunuch snorted coldly, looking for jealousy every now and then.
Cui Qingyao clasped the eunuch's sharp-jointed, slender fingers as white as warm jade, comforting her shamelessly, kissing, hugging, and smoothing her hair