Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 498, I am like a metamorphosis

Shen Qianshu’s inexplicable red face, holding a shirt and smelling it gently, is the wooden sandalwood scent she is familiar with. It is elegant and far away, and it is very good. Shen Qianshu just took a shower and his face was red.

"I am like a metamorphosis in the trough!"

Which girl is holding the man's shirt and smelling it.

Too abnormal! ! ! ! !

Shen Qianshu hesitated for three seconds, put on his shirt, buckled freely, went out of the bathroom, went straight to the cloakroom, and then stunned.

Sir, how are you in the cloakroom?

The bedroom of the Night Mausoleum is a complete set of rooms. The right side of the bedroom is connected to the small door of the study room. The bathroom is right and the right is the cloakroom. The night mausoleum is choosing the clothes to be matched with tomorrow, and looks back at the enchanting Shen Qianshu.

It is also caught off guard!

The night mausoleum is very high, the shirt is custom-made, relatively long, worn on Shen Qianshu, just over the buttocks, not long or short, like an ultra-short mini skirt, a pair of long legs that have just showered pink and moist, like It was a good jade. The long hair was dry and draped over the shoulders. It was still dripping with water. The position of the shoulders was moistened with a large piece. The buttons were clasped in a mess, and the water droplets seen by the neck ran along.

A good picture of a lively fragrance.

The night gaze was heavy, and the amber eyes were bright and scary.

"Mr...." Shen Qianshu only felt a hot brain. The man had not reacted yet. He turned and ran. The night Ling suddenly took her wrist and held her in her arms. She instantly slammed the man in the cloakroom door. On, she bowed her lips.

Shen Qianshu whimpered, and the subconscious closed his eyes. The night tomb came to a **** kiss. His breath is messy and deep, like the most fascinating fragrance, a deadly poison for her.

She remembered that she had just changed her clothes in the night to kiss.

It is like a metamorphosis of the youngsters who like to steal the girl's inner collection when they first opened. The feeling is shameful and the whole body is shuddering. The hand of the night mausoleum has a white shirt and stretched in. Shen Qianshu has rounded his eyes.

She didn't wear anything inside! !

The night mausoleum suddenly picked up Shen Qianshu, and pressed against the door of the cabinet, separating her legs. She had no choice but to clip his waist. The rough clothes rubbed against the soft skin, and a shame felt in the face. Shen Qianshu stared at him nervously. Clothes.

"Mr……"

She scared herself as soon as she heard out.

It’s soft like a spoiled voice. Is it really her? If you want to refuse to welcome it, you will not be her own! ! !

The night mausoleum contained her earlobe, and she bite slightly. Shen Qianshu hurts him tightly. There is a mist in her eyes. It looks pitiful. The long hand of the night mausoleum glides through the looming ditch, all the way down, slow and steady. Unbutton the shirt.

This action, long and sultry, Shen Qianshu is like a rebel waiting for the death penalty, heart mad, nervous and panic, hurriedly took his hand.

The first button has been unlocked.

The night mausoleum looked at her, her eyes were dull, and she seemed to be restrained. Her forehead was jumping on the forehead, and she was forbearing. Shen Qianshu didn’t dare to look at his eyes, but he had no strength in his hand. The night tomb opened the second. Buttons.

The buttons on the shirts were all untied, and the beauty of the shirts was unobstructed. The nightlings held her out of the cloakroom and pressed them on the bed. The avid kiss is like a storm, and the sinking tree is like a duckweed in the rain. It is caught off guard by the storm and bears it with tenderness.

(End of this chapter)