A new dessert shop opened on Baker Street, and the proprietress Yuna looks like an underage girl. However, it was this little girl who caused Mycroft to stumble frequently. But Mycroft's image may not have been established well when he wanted to be intimate with the little girl. The little girl's blue eyes were full of seriousness: I thought my husband would prefer platonic love. Mycroft hugged the little girl and used the softest tone in his life: Why do you say that? Little Girls: Your hairline, and your age. My husband doesn't exercise, and his belly has recently appeared. It seems that he can't keep up physically and mentally, right? Mycroft murmured into the girl's ear seriously and affectionately: "You can't draw conclusions just by looking at it." "My girl, this is the duty of a boyfriend. I will prove to you whether your husband is good or not." The last few words contained an inaudible upward pitch and magnetism. This article does not involve much about the plot, it is a short story. The main thing is sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet. Please feel free to point out any discrepancies.
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