Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

But every time, they just stop at thinking without taking any action.

Tennessee is actually quite scary.

She knows very well what kind of image she is in the eyes of others.

If I wear a dress like that, everyone will laugh at me...

Tennessee smiled wryly and shook her head. She planned to put the dress back and ask Belfast to bring the combat uniform.

However, just as Tennessee folded the dress and was about to put it back in place, she saw a small note in the bamboo basket.

Puzzled, he opened the note, and there was a line of ugly words written crookedly on it:

When I was shopping in the mall in Ziegfeld, I saw you, Ouda, staying in front of the window of this dress for a long time.So, I quietly bought it.Hehe, to be honest, I'm really looking forward to Oita's appearance in a dress.So, please, Lao Tian, ​​just once, please show me this dress!

——Your handsome commander stays.

"Commander... I really don't know whether to call you gentle or lustful...

After putting away the note, Tennessee picked up the beautiful one-shoulder dress again.

This time, she didn't plan to escape any more.

She, Tennessee, also wants to wear a girly, beautiful dress once in a while.

Then came the problem.

"Even the underwear is new?"

Looking at the dark blue underwear set at the bottom of the bamboo basket, Tennessee's eyes twitched.

Withdrawing the foreword, the commander of her family is indeed just a pure sex monster.

"But having said that, the size is just right? I don't remember, did you tell the commander my measurements?"

Confused Tennessee would never have imagined that the size of her underwear was actually calculated bit by bit by An Lun taking Guang Hui and her photos, and even using a scale.

Who said that the knowledge learned in the classroom will not be used when you grow up?

Scale is the way it should be used!

PS: The second update~ ask for a ticket meow meow~

Chapter 127. Meeting Su Guanhai Again

I have to say that when a person changes his own style and the change is successful, it will indeed bring a rather amazing feeling to those who are familiar with him.

For example, Tennessee at the moment is a very good example.

Tennessee was a pretty girl

It's just that after changing into a dress and covering up the desperate energy on his body, this kind of "pretty" seems to have become more intense.

The long light yellow hair was tied into a simple and capable ponytail by a dark blue headband.

Although the dress was not as prominent as the tight battle suit, the belt around the waist still helped her draw out a beautiful curve.

The two calves under the skirt are straight and slender. If he hadn't witnessed the scene of Tennessee beating up a polluted species half an hour ago, An Lun would have thought that the person standing in front of him belonged to some noble family. Daughter.

"What, how is it, is it pretty?"

Tennessee looked a bit restrained, obviously he usually stepped on boots with heels, but his walking posture was surprisingly clumsy.

"nice!"

An Lun nodded honestly, then hurried forward to support Tennessee.

"To be honest, Lao Tian's femininity has completely exceeded my expectations."

The sea breeze was blowing her hair. An Lun took the orange juice not far away and handed it to the beautiful girl: "Miss Tennessee, can you have a drink with me?"

"of course."

Encouraged by An Lun, Tennessee's movements did not look so stiff.

She nodded, and gracefully touched the goblet in her hand with An Lun.

Although it was only orange juice, it forced her and An Lun to create a feeling as if they were drinking 69-year-old Lafite.

However, all of this stopped before the mouth of the cup touched Tennessee's lips.

"Commander, I'm not polite."

With that said, Tennessee opened his mouth.

With just one bite, I poured half a cup of orange into my mouth.

At this moment, An Lun suddenly thought of his roommate from Northeast China when he was in college.

That guy is drinking like Tennessee.

An Lun was at a loss.

He didn't know whether he should drink up the orange juice in the glass as boldly as Tennessee, or savor it slowly at his own pace.

Fortunately, An Lun will not have to worry about this problem soon.