On this day, Lu Ming was wearing a green suspender lining, a semi-transparent white cardigan, revealing her looming waist and round belly button, and jeans that were slightly raised and floor-length. Along the way, a spirited young man kept whistling and even wanted to come up and ask for WeChat. , A certain man couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to pull her, "Aren't you cold?" Lu Ming was forced to stop, "Aren't you cold?" "Are you cold?" Someone answered domineeringly for her, then stretched out his two hands and lifted her pants up a little, covering her waist and navel. During this period, I accidentally hooked my underwear, and made a small sound of "click" as it bounced against my skin.
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She exploded.
She exploded!
She exploded! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
His face instantly turned red and could bleed. Both of their ears were red.
"I, I, I... There were a few energetic guys staring at you just now, so I just wanted to help you put on your pants..." Ji Yanxin explained quickly, his tongue almost tied.
Lu Ming quickly covered his mouth, "You, you, you, stop talking, let me embarrass myself for a while, okay?"
It is not appropriate to go out today.
The sweet story of a short-sighted sand sculpture girl vs. A straight man who is an accountant
Concept: A sweet story about a short-sighted girl and a straight-faced accountant, trying to save each other. The prototype is myself.