Transmigration: Heroine Arrives, Insignificant Woman Retreats!

The way to treat the company's affairs is not thinking about how to think about how to think about how the Snowy princess of his family is thinking about how serious things are thinking about.

He didn't know that he would facilitate the risk of losing Shirley.

Gu Sheng is thinking about it. Before that day, I adhesive him, and then stick him.

The other side is another side.

After eating dinner with his grandfather grandmother, then three people scattered in the garden, Anvili finally couldn't help but excuse to say that they were sleepy, returned to the room.

Her room is like all the romers of all the rich girls, full of luxury princess, is a little girl dreaming.

She doesn't like it.

However, everyone thinks that Anvivi should like this style, not just her room, her clothes, her jewelry, even her school bag, all is the dreamy Lolita style.

Even Anvivi's own person, you can convince yourself under the self-hypnosis of yourself, she likes this style.

Because of her elders, like this kind of little princess who is cute and obedient.

Only when there is no outsiders around now, she can release the true desire of their inner heart.

I have collapsed the naive smile on my face, take off my pink lace princess dress, and put it on a pure white nightgown.

Awuwei, sitting in bed, is just like two people.

There is no expression on her face, and the faint black big eyes take a strange taste under the dim light.

The desire to depress the bottom during the day. I hope to get wake up.

It seems that there is a flaming, and you are thirsty and co-burning, let her eyes become a bit mad.

It's so uncomfortable, what she needs, come with the more and more strong desires. I hope, not once again.

What need?

She feels that she needs to see blood, see those young desperate eyes, feel the warm blood flow through their palms, hear the miserable sorrow of the ear, let her have a sign of the whole world Satisfaction.

But she can't.

Her grandfather lives inside the room next door.

She can't let them see the face of her well-behaved granddaughter.

She can only endure.

In this long night, in the torment of time, this burning impulse gradually presses.

The nails deeply pierced into the flesh, and Anvapi Weiwei did not wrinkled.

Only pain can inhibit her inner madness.

The hour is a little bit.

Finally, after the two laps, the fire in the heart was generally strong. I hope that the gradual stop will come.

Anvili is low, there is no unexpectedly seeing his own left-handed arm has been bloody - this is she just brought out with himself.

Looking at those traces that have already dried up, ghosts, she walked forward, and she got a little bit.

With a salty rust, it is not delicious.

But Anvili is like a magic, a little bit, and all the traces are all clean.

The heart of the heart, and finally disappeared.

It is also good to taste.

She slowly got up and walked to the huge wear mirror.

The girl in the mirror wore a wide white nightgown, the hair was scattered, and the faceless face showed a strange feeling in this unligated light.