Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

"more or less."

"What does almost mean?"

"Leaning towards the right meaning."

He put his hand into her collar. After getting used to An Shiyao's completely uncontrollable hand, the experience became new again.

"After seeing me... all you have in your mind is Cerse garbage?"

"After all, I haven't seen Xue'er for a while."

"I'm not your sister... Didn't you tell her that I'm at least seven hundred years old?"

"Not yet."

"Nothing about the vampires?"

"No."

"No wonder she dared to touch me! If she knew what I was, what right would I have..."

"..."

Her left hand slid to the hem of her dress. On one side was the hem of her dress, and on the other was her slippery black stockings. The pantyhose she had put on impatiently after taking a shower were a little warm.

"Woo..."

As she was holding back, thinking it would be straightforward, Su Ming changed his left hand and slid the edge of her belly button. It was very clean, without a speck of dirt. It was slightly tender.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Cher's belly button is beautiful."

"..."

She didn't say anything, but her hand trembled a little as she moved to where Su Ming should put it.

"You really are... a pervert."

"To be honest, this is the first time I see you dressed like this. It's a completely different style."

"Hmph, looks good, doesn't it? The maid also said that I look good in it."

"It does look good."

"Since you cared so much about me last time... and took the risk to call me by my name, I will... help you."

Are you talking about her?

There seem to be more techniques than before.

After a while she crawled into the quilt.

The leather drum wrapped in black silk was right beside Su Ming.

"?"

"Plato?!"

"Um...you..."

"..."

As far as I can remember, I've never done this to her.

Through her pantyhose and panties, it was getting hotter and hotter, and her delicate body was trembling from time to time.

"Tear it apart..."

"What should I wear tomorrow?!"

Tear a hole for her. The hidden heat instantly hit her nose, and a sweet breath lingered in Su Ming's nose.

At this time, it is okay to open it slightly even if the environment is very dark.

If the thumb is willing to work hard.

"..."

She had completely stopped moving and was only focused on holding Su Ming.

Perhaps because she knew An Shiyao was on this floor, she didn't want to make any sound even more than before.

"Woo!"

Until one moment.

She couldn't help but speak out.

"asshole!"

"It's completely torn... Find me an identical one!"

"Comfortable?"

"I'm not feeling well!"

Perhaps she noticed something strange on Su Ming's face, she felt extremely ashamed, "I don't feel comfortable at all! Who told you to go there without permission..."

"I plan to build a big house in this city. I want to choose a place with nice scenery suitable for retirement."

"..."

"As you can see, An Shiyao is indeed a good woman. Just like you."

"Don't tell me this while you're doing something nasty!"

"Xue'er, there's no hindrance at all."

Her eyebrows were furrowed and her breathing became extremely unstable.

"If you, say something like this on purpose again, you will stop me..."

"..."

I put my arms around her smooth back which had just been showered and kissed her.

“It smells like lipstick.”

"..."

Again.

"still have."

"..."

Again.

Her eyes were blurred and she stared at Su Ming with resentment.

"You...you really did that to her?"

"What kind?"

"Hold her up..."

"Honestly, you're lighter, right?"

"I was picked up without even thinking about it!"

"I would occasionally deliberately pick her up and hold her in front of the mirror."

"you dare!"

"..."

"Plato! You...you can't do this! I allowed you to bring her here, and you tease me again...I..."

Does it bite?

It doesn't hurt anyway. And has she forgotten that once blood is sucked, she will be more excited? It will make her more likely to do things that will make her want to die of shame when she thinks about it later?

"Plato...I hate you!"

"How dare you do this to me...you..."

"..."

"Xue'er, I haven't seen you for a while. You look beautiful again."

"Just... shut up!"

"..."

"Even though I sent you messages at about the same time... you never replied seriously. As soon as you left Windsor Castle, it was as if you forgot about me."

"..."

"Plato…are you happy? I can come."

"..."

"I, I'm very happy. Tell me you're happy! Ugh... don't just think about dirty things! Tell me quickly!"

4 month 21 day.

3 points in the early hours.

An Shiyao lives in the next room.

Can she sleep?

The answer is no.

I couldn't hear what was being said, but the soundproofing of this hotel doesn't seem to be enough to block out all sound when you put your ear against the wall.

She didn't sleep on the bed, but chose to sit against the wall, leaning sideways.

Occasionally, you can hear some subtle noises.

Snapped.

Or scruples.

Or a faint whisper.

Because she knew Su Ming very well, and because she had been fantasizing for six years and was very good at it, she could imagine a series of scenes.

The sound now... was that he felt good, so he started to speed up his attack regardless of whether she had reached her limit or not.

The current movement was a temporary tenderness after the full trembling. This was her favorite part. If it were her... she would hug his neck tightly and ask for a kiss. If it were her, he would most likely bully her before continuing. Would she be treated like this too?

Anyway, this is one of my favorite parts.

The towel had slipped off.

Why has it come to this?

Because it was driven by myself, if Mr. Su Ming were in charge, it would definitely take a longer or shorter time for things to develop like this.

But I don't want that.

Is it so important to accept it or not?

Isn't the key point that Mr. Su Ming really likes her next door and also likes the summer nights far away in Canada?

Tell yourself this cruel thing.

Killer...

The royal family...

merchant?

All I can do is to act more generous than Xia Ye...Will Xia Ye be so miserable? Her expression made it hard to tell what she was thinking.

Don't want to think about it anymore.

An Shiyao held the baby canteen with her left hand. She had experience in this kind of thing. She had done it before when Su Ming was not around.

Just imagine it.

'Yao,'

no way.

Because you teased me like this, it's all saliva. The aftertaste of cold and warm is still there, how can there be no reaction?