The young man in a black tuxedo wore a perfect smile, bowed respectfully, and said elegantly: "Yes, my lord."
The young man with short dark green hair sitting on the sofa looked arrogant, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked.
"Ah ah... So cute... As expected, Sesha ah ah~~~..." The blond girl on the side held her face in her hands, her cheeks were red, her eyes were filled with red hearts, and she screamed intoxicated.
"What's wrong, Elizabeth?" The young man turned his head, his expression slightly helpless and puzzled, as well as a hint of... Accustomedness.
The black-haired deacon still smiled, but it was more meaningful.
This article is written by Qing Shui, BL, short story, CP Sexia.
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PS: I won't abandon this article, it's just a matter of time. Just write if your hands are itchy. As for if your hands are not itchy... Hehe~~ (laughing dryly)