Taking the coat he had taken off, and hanging it on the hanger for him herself, these broken locks had been done since she had married him, chiefly to please him. Ling Weihao wanted to reach out and unbutton the two buttons on his shirt. However, she was stopped by Jin Puai, and glanced at him with a coquettish smile on her lips. Tonight, she specially wore a purple low-cut suspender skirt, which was looming in the northern hemisphere, with black lace underwear visible inside, an apron tied around her waist, and a faint pink smeared on her lips, which was somewhat enchanting in sexiness. The voice is soft, as light as cotton: "Let me do it!" Ling Weihao, who had no expression on her face, did not stop her, put down her body, raised her chin and let her solve it. He could clearly smell the perfume of roses on her body, which was so strong that it made people feel dizzy, and he couldn't help frowning. She unbuttoned very slowly, but her slender fingers were deliberately drawn on
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