How to Develop the King of Anime

"Yao's figure is very good..."

"Because I exercise every day."

Not as good as those bodybuilders, and Jingu Yao doesn't like the look of that kind of muscle knots, being able to see prominent muscles without exaggerating is what he pursues.

After crossing the road, he has the money to buy the best equipment, enough places to store the equipment at home, and hiring the most professional people to help him reasonably advise him on exercise, so that he can achieve the body he wants.

Therefore, as long as you have money, many things can be done with less effort.

Mashiro carefully felt those muscles with her fingers, as if she wanted to remember them deeply in her mind.

From time to time, she picked up the drawing board on the side and drew something on it with a brush.

"If you are drawing material for your own new comics, then I suggest you give up, because a male protagonist who knows nothing but only knows how to draw comics can't have such a figure."

Jingu Yao, who had just finished speaking, glanced at Mahiro's beautiful figure, and was suddenly stunned...

He swallowed his saliva and said with a dry smile: "...Ha, haha... Not necessarily, because a girl who only knows how to draw cartoons and knows nothing can have a good figure."

The soft body suddenly leaned over, and Mashiro quietly lay on Jingu Yao's chest, listening to the powerful beating with her eyes closed.

"The heart is beating."

She spoke softly.

"Of course, don't you think it's jumping faster and faster?"

"kindness."

The two fell silent.

"hug me……"

Suddenly, Shiro spoke up.

Jingu Yao did not refuse, just wrapped her arms around her smooth and warm back.

"A little more force..."

The two arms are getting harder and harder, as if to rub Mashiro into his body.

"Yao...are you excited?"

"Yeah, I'm so excited I can't help it."

Jingong Yao spoke out with difficulty, his body trembled, and a crazy desire and hope rose up in his heart, "...You are playing with fire and setting yourself on fire, really white!"

"Then don't bear it..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jingu Yao threw her onto the bed.

He panted and looked at the calm, pretty face that became more and more beautiful. Although Jingu Yao urged himself to regain his senses, the instinct of a man made him unable to do it at all.

He raised his hand to touch her, but suddenly bumped into something next to him.

Jingu Yao was taken aback for a moment, and he turned his head to see that it was the white knee-length socks that Mashiro usually wore when he went to school.

Jingu Yao didn't want to go to the UK to see an orthopaedic surgeon, but he really couldn't hold on anymore.

"Really white, put on socks..."

He said in a hoarse voice.

Mashiro was a little puzzled, but she still took the white knee-high socks that Jingu Yao handed her and prepared to put them on.

After working hard for a long time, the socks were still hanging on her delicate jade feet. She stared at Jingong Yao's eyes, raised her feet, and handed the beautiful little feet to Jingong Yao's eyes, as if asking him to help wear them.

Holding the jade foot that was cold and warm, Jingu Yao skillfully put the socks on.

The other bare foot was handed to Jingu Yao again, but he just shook his head and said, "...No, don't wear this one, I like the feeling of wearing only one sock."

Grabbing Shiro's ankle, Jingu Yao's eyes flashed with burning desire, desire and madness.

"So, if you've stirred up my anger, then use these feet and legs to help me solve it."

Zhenbai widened his cherry-colored eyes and opened his moist lips slightly, as if he didn't understand the meaning of this, but also seemed a little shocked.

Chapter [-]: A Touching Treasure

"Yao..."

Mashiro's calm voice seemed to tremble a little, Jingu Yao didn't know if it was his own delusion, whether it was Mashiro's instinctive shyness as a woman, but Jingu Yao couldn't control that much anymore. When a man is about to reach the final peak, the man at that time will never be rational, and his heart is only filled with the madness of the beast and the power that can shatter everything.

"What's the matter, really white?"

Breathing heavily, Jingu Yaohe spoke with difficulty, biting his lip tightly, even the extremely low air conditioner in the bedroom could not stop the sweat on his head, feeling the With that softness and tenderness, Jingu Yao only felt like he was falling into a cloud.

"Feeling a bit tired……"

An unnatural blush appeared on her really fair and fair face. She pinched her delicate body, as if to find a more comfortable position for herself. Her beautiful white and smooth legs were slightly bent, and she played under the command of Jingu Yao. A famous song that made people blush.

"Just hold on, you'll be fine soon."

At this time, Jingu Yao no longer has the tenderness and concern for women, and now he only thinks about how to let himself out.

"..."

After being silent for a while, Zhen Shiro said softly, "...Well."