Griffin's Son-in-law

In terms of her character, she shouldn't make excuses for herself, probably the latter.

Immediately, Lu Ming's perception of Type 97 rose a lot.

My sister-in-law is so nice, why don't I accept them together.

Just as he was thinking this way, Lu Ming saw that the 97-style front foot had just entered the bathroom, and the 95-style back foot came out of the bathroom.

The Type 95 that came out of the bathroom looked in good spirits, probably because it had been washed.

Seeing Lu Ming looking at her, Form 95 smiled at him gently and asked him:

"Did you not sleep again, Commander?"

"Let's talk about it later, I'm not very sleepy."

Lu Ming shook his head. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help nodding slightly in the 95th form, and then asked him:

"Since you have time...can you do me a favor?"

"Help you with something?"

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the bare feet of the 95 style wearing slippers, and asked her:

"what's up?"

Could it be helping her put on pantyhose?

If that's the case, she might have overheard her molesting the 97-style just now.

Lu Ming felt a crisis in his heart.

But fortunately, Form 97 didn't say that to him. Instead, Shi Shiran sat down from the bed, stretched out his hand to brush up his hair, revealing a white and tender neck, and asked him:

"Can you tie my hair?"

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, he was thinking about the fart, how could Type 95 ask him to wear pantyhose for himself.

Although it was a pity, Lu Ming still took over the headband of the 95-style, and tied a bun for the 95-style.

It's just that, during the process of tying, the fragrance of shampoo constantly emerging from the 95-style hair, and the smooth arms exposed from her back, no matter which one it was, stimulated Lu Ming's nerves and distracted him.

So, after finishing the ponytail, Lu Ming couldn't bear to look at the messy hair on the Type 95's head.

He gently pulled the 95-style hair, and couldn't help but say to her:

"That...sorry, I haven't pierced this thing before, it's not very good...how about you throw it away and let 97 pierce it for you?"

"Need not."

Form 95 shook her head slightly, put her hands on the hair that Lu Ming tied for her, and said gently:

"That's good, Commander, the hair you tied for me is the best gift I have on the battlefield."

Style 95 looks like she is going to bring this to the battlefield, as if this bun is her source of strength.

Lu Ming thought to himself, no wonder this guy suddenly wanted to tie her hair by himself today, so it was for this reason.

You know, the 95 style used to be the type with long hair spread out and never tied up.

When it's over, I suddenly feel that 95 is so flirtatious, what should I do.

Lu Ming had the urge to tie her up a few more times, but when he thought that the 95 style would be covered with bags by him later, Lu Ming finally gave up.

Style 95 is still looking at the mirror opposite the bed, with a smile on her face. No matter how dissatisfied Lu Ming is with this bun, she seems to like it very much.

After scrutinizing it for a long time, the 95-style came back to her senses. Looking at Lu Ming in the mirror, she suddenly asked:

"Commander, do you want to give me another look?"

"No problem, what is it?"

Lu Ming agreed very decisively, thinking, whether it's trimming eyebrows or putting on lipstick, just go ahead.

In the end, as a tactical doll, Type 95 wouldn't be able to do this.

This time, Form 95 directly took a pair of pantyhose on the chair, looked back at him with a smile, and asked him:

"Can you help me put this on?"

"..."

Looking at the pair of black pantyhose handed over by Form 95, Lu Ming remained silent.

She really heard the words she molested Type 97.

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"give it to me!"

Faced with the black pantyhose handed over by Form 95, Lu Ming patted his chest and agreed, eager to try.

Form 95 smiled and didn't answer, watching Lu Ming hold his pantyhose in his hands.

The moment he got it, Lu Ming felt that the 95-style pantyhose was very silky and soft, but this was not the first time he had held the 95-style pantyhose in his hand, so he was very calm.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ming jumped off the bed, squatted on the ground, lifted up the 95-style feet, and was about to put on socks for her.

Form 95 exclaimed, hurriedly stretched out his hands to cover his lower body, and said to him:

"Can I wear it on the bed? This angle will be a bit inconvenient..."

angle?

Lu Ming froze for a moment, squatted on the ground, looked up, and soon he discovered the problem.

From this angle, looking up, following the long legs of Type 95, the line of sight falls right into the hem of her skirt, and you can see the silky black fat edge.

It's a pity that Form 95 stretched out a hand in advance, blocking most of his fat times, so Lu Ming couldn't enjoy it.

Even so, the plump thighs in the skirt, and the side buttocks exposed from the fat times, looked extremely astringent in front of her.

"I'd better go to bed and put it on for you."

Lu Ming stood up from the ground, holding his nose, and said in a muffled voice. He felt that his nose was very wet, and there might be a nosebleed.

Seeing that he looked up and glanced at the inside of his skirt, and he became like this, the 95-style shook his head a little funny, but didn't say anything to him.

She moved back, sat on the bed completely, and then turned sideways, putting both long legs on the side of the bed, showing them perfectly under Lu Ming's eyes.

"Okay, you can come and dress me."

Sitting on the side of the bed with a pair of long legs outstretched in the 95 style looks a bit enchanting.

Mainly because she has a great figure.

Lu Ming immediately sat over, sat at the feet of the 95-style, and reached out to hold one of her feet in his hand.

The 95-style feet look very beautiful, like a work of art, the skin is white and pink, and the slender capillaries under the skin are clearly visible. Lu Ming held it in his hand and couldn't help but squeeze it gently. The soft touch reached his hands, and he was a little reluctant to let go.

Seeing that Lu Ming didn't put pantyhose on her for the first time, but picked up his own feet to play with, the 95-style looked at him helplessly and smiled, with a little doting in his eyes.

Lu Ming also noticed the gaze of the 95-style. Although the gaze of the other party was very gentle, he still looked a little embarrassed. He felt that he was touching other people's feet, just like a wife.

He hastily stopped his behavior, picked up the pantyhose with a serious face, and began to help the 95-style put it on his feet.

Because the skin of the 95-style itself is very smooth, Lu Ming felt that the whole process of putting on the stockings for the 95-style was very smooth.

Wrapping the toe of the sock on the feet of the 95 style, Lu Ming easily pulled the sock from the ankle to her thigh.

In the process of putting on stockings for her, the backs of Lu Ming's fingers inevitably ran across the long legs of the 95-style, and touched the skin of the 95-style legs. He fully understood what milk-like silk is.

The suppleness is no less than that of the Kaiser. Sure enough, the humanoid skin really doesn't feel like what humans can have.

"Uh, how to wear it again?"

When pulling the 95-style stockings to the heel of his thighs, Lu Ming encountered another difficulty.

There is a 95-style skirt in front, and her fat legs are covered under the skirt. He, Lu Ming, can't just lift up her skirt and put her pantyhose on, right?

Type 95 only said to ask him to wear pantyhose for himself, not to show him fat times.

From the way she covered her skirt with her hands just now, it can be seen that she is not the kind of guy who casually shows her fat to others.

"I'll do it myself."

The 95-style stretched out her hand to take over the hem of the pantyhose, and the next step was really difficult to wear. She was worried that the two of them would be embarrassed, so she decided to call it a day.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming refused to let go at all.

"No, since I promised one thing, I must finish it!"

Lu Ming spoke solemnly, with a firm expression on his face.

Seeing him like this, the 95 style was a little helpless, but he still didn't refuse, but pondered for a while, then gathered his legs, covered the hem of his skirt, and knelt down on the bed.

Anyway, the pantyhose under her thighs has already been put on, and there is only one last thing to mention, so kneeling and sitting will not affect it.

Form 95 leaned forward, raised the buttocks behind him, looked at Lu Ming and said:

"Okay, come here and help me put it on."

"Come... come..."

Lu Ming swallowed, and knelt on the edge of the bed in the 95 style, with his buttocks raised very attractively.

This pose is the most familiar to him. In the past, 98k often posed this pose to him, but it was a pity that Lu Ming was always behind him at that time.

Sitting in the front now, Lu Ming can't see the raised buttocks of the 95 style, which makes Lu Ming somewhat regretful.

His movements were not slow, he moved in front of Type 95, and reached out to grab the pantyhose next to Type 95's legs.

The moment he sat down, the 95-style dumped her upper body into Lu Ming's arms, lying on his chest without moving. When Lu Ming grabbed it, she shook her body, twisted unnaturally, and said:

"Commander? What you grabbed... doesn't seem to be my pantyhose..."

"Cough, sorry, wrong catch."

Lu Ming said while holding the two buttocks of the 95 style wrapped by fat times with both hands.

Form 95 sighed slightly, and told him:

"If you don't hurry up, 97 will come out after washing."

"Okay, right now."