The Queen of Gossip

After returning to the manor, Hoshino Huang walked into the living room with a gloomy face, but saw a woman who looked very much like her, kneeling in front of the table, quietly pouring tea.

Different from Saori, that woman has long golden hair and a pair of green pupils.

"What are you doing here?" Huang was in a bad mood, his face was smelly, and his voice was as cold as ice.

Mechelle turned her head, with an enchanting smile on her face, and her voice was brisk: "I came to see you for tea, Mr. Hoshino."

She was afraid of him and didn't dare to call him by his name.

Huang sat down opposite her, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and then frowned.

"Your tea art is too bad."

"You can learn and improve if you are poor, but if you are rejected by your lover, you may not have a chance."

"What did you say?" Huang sullen.

Mechelle shrugged: "Am I wrong?"

Huang snorted coldly, stretched out his long arms, and suddenly grabbed Mechelle's throat, his voice was like a ghost from hell: "I don't like your face very much."

The blood on Mechelle's face gradually faded, she smiled bitterly: "You are not the first to say that."

Huang squinted his eyes, and the strength in his hand gradually increased.

Mechelle's breathing became difficult, she opened her mouth, and made a high-pitched voice: "What a cruel man, looking at this face, he can do anything."

With dark eyes as deep as black holes, Huang snorted coldly, swung his big hand, threw Mechelle's body directly to the side of the sofa, and bumped into it.

Mechelle let out a cry of pain, grinned her teeth and stood up, walked towards Huang again, and said with a smile: "You really can't do it, otherwise, you wouldn't have thrown me on the soft sofa, but on the hard wall .”

"Do you know that you are disgusting?" Huang turned his head away, not looking at her face.

"I know, of course I know, I know better than anyone what a dirty woman I am."

Saying so, Mechelle slowly unbuttoned her jacket, and took off one by one in front of Huang.

"But I am so dirty, I am willing to be so dirty, I am so depraved, and I am willing to continue to degenerate."

In the end, she took off completely, like an egg with its shell peeled off, dangling the pair of nipples, and rubbed against his side.

She stretched out her arms, hugged him from behind, and rubbed against him tightly with the pile of soft flesh on her chest.

Mechelle sticks her head out, puts her head next to Huang's ear, takes a deep breath, and seduces with an extremely ambiguous and coquettish voice: "Do you want me, Mr. Hoshino, I am exactly the same as Saori face."

"roll."

Mechelle felt the majestic body of the man in her arms tremble violently, and instantly stiffened.There was a smug smile on the corner of her lips, and boldly, she put her hand into his white shirt, groping around without any rules.

"It's okay, I don't mind, you can treat me as Saori. Look at my face, it looks exactly like hers, you can fuck me, you don't fuck me, but her..."

"Get out!" Huang roared, raised his right arm, and put his elbow directly on the lower abdomen of the shameless woman.

Mechelle let out a miserable cry, and took a few steps back, staring at Huang's back with a pair of blue pupils.

She bit her lower lip, clutched her painful abdomen, and curled up into a ball.

"If it weren't for the fact that you still have value, I would have killed you long ago."