Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

This is not a joke, you must know that ordinary people are not allowed to enter Miss Fifth's yard. tu>

Moreover, that pet ghost was really fast, and he wasn't even a little sure that he could catch that little thing.

"What's the matter, didn't you just say you want to listen to me, why can't you do this?"

Luo Yiran gave An Sheng a disdainful look. Although the housekeeper's son is quite old now, he has never married a wife.

She also knew in her heart that An Sheng liked her a little bit, and her favorite thing was to use the man she liked to do things for her. [

This kind of feeling is really speechless, she likes the feeling of being held by a man the most.

Seeing that Miss Six was angry, An Sheng no longer considered the consequences, and immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"I will definitely catch that little thing, don't worry, Miss Six."

Hearing An Sheng's words, Luo Yiran's face became happy again,

His fingers brushed An Sheng's cheeks faintly, and the faint body fragrance rushed into An Sheng's nose again.

This familiar smell made his mind flutter once again.

"Miss Six."

Now that they have entered the yard, there are only the two of them here, being molested by Luo Yiran.

An Sheng felt a fire burning in his lower abdomen. He felt very uncomfortable. Looking at Miss Six who had admired him for a long time, he felt his mouth dry for a while.

Looking at the man in front of him with such an expression, how could Luo Yiran not know what kind of situation this is. When women in ancient times were in the boudoir, there were mothers who taught them about sex.

Although Luo Yiran is only 14 years old, she really understands this aspect very well.

Her fingers slowly approached An Sheng, and a bewitching aura erupted from Luo Yiran's body.

Fingers slowly slid across An Sheng's neck, and a trace of coolness continued to spread, which made An Sheng confused.

His fingers were slowly brushing across An Sheng's earlobe, and after a few light strokes, he immediately felt An Sheng's body tightening, and there were waves of trembling.

"Ansheng, do you like me?"

Luo Yiran stood on tiptoe, and next to An Sheng's ear faintly felt the temptation to take a step closer. He exhaled like blue, with a fragrant smell, and took away An Sheng's last sliver of reason.

Turning around abruptly, her big hands tightly hugged Luo Yiran's slender waist. At this moment, their bodies were tightly attached without a single gap.