God knows what Zhang Zhenyuan, who has been on patrol for one night, thought when he called early in the morning and saw three people lying on the double bed in Song Yaxuan's dormitory.
The subconscious reaction was: Liu Yaowen's skin was itchy again, and the other two children couldn't beat Liu Yaowen and could only indulge him to do whatever he wanted.
So Zhang Zhenyuan decisively picked up the broom behind the door again and chased after Liu Yaowen, who was just sober and was still rubbing his eyes. The latter didn't expect that he would be severely beaten by Brother Zhang, the king of power, so early.
He fled, he chased, and Liu Yaowen couldn't fly.
Song Yaxuan took Song porridge, which was awakened by Liu Yaowen's screams, into his arms, wrapped her tightly with his coat, and sent her back to her own dormitory.
songyaxuanCome on, go back and change clothes.
After Song Yaxuan finished his instructions, he went back to watch Zhang Zhenyuan beat Liu Yaowen violently. He had been on a business trip for so long before, and he hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.
What could be more interesting than watching Liu Yaowen be suppressed?
Song Yaxuan, who was in a hurry to go back to eat melons, missed the frown that flashed across Song Porridge's face, and her hand pulling the bed sheet gradually became stronger. Thin lips tightened, suppressing the desire to moan.
Hearing the click of the door, she suddenly relaxed, and the strong sense of unease and discomfort swept over like a surging wave.
It's time for her to be in heat...
She snorted from her tight lips and sat on the floor. Fortunately, her glands were now attached to the restraining sticker, otherwise the tempting and criminal white rabbit candy smell would have been able to attract the three people on the opposite side from the crack of the door. come over.
Song porridge touched the wardrobe with confused consciousness, trying to find the box of inhibitors, but there was none.
The inhibitor is lost!
She started to panic, fell to the ground, and had to curl up in the corner, her confused consciousness no longer supported her to continue thinking about countermeasures.
During estrus, her body became particularly sensitive, her body trembled slightly involuntarily, her face flushed, and her whole body was hot, especially her glands covered by restraining pads.
yanhaoxiangAre you awake, porridge?
Yan Haoxiang's voice rang out as he knocked on the door. His beautiful day started when he knocked on the door of Song porridge in the morning. He had long wanted to do this, but unfortunately Jackson Yee had the habit of holding morning meetings and never gave him a chance.
No one responded, and he thought it was some little lazy cat who was possessed by a sleepy bug like the last time he heard his story.
And then he found -- the door was unlocked.
songzhouzhouDo not want...
He pushed the door open a crack, heard the hard and lustful sound of Song porridge, and then saw the girl curled up beside the wardrobe with a flushed face and hugging her knees.
The fawn's eyes were misty, its pink lips were slightly parted, and it was panting lightly, calling the name of the person she saw.
That pitiful look, anyone who sees it will be moved.
songzhouzhouYan, Haoxiang...
Only then did Yan Haoxiang realize that Song Porridge, the little milk O, was in heat, and he happened to meet him. This was a good opportunity to win the trust of the little guy.
He walked towards her step by step, but the little girl shook her head and stepped back, her mouth trembling and saying words of rejection.
songzhouzhouDon't come here, please...
But her back pressed against the wall behind her, and she could no longer avoid it. The sensitive body groaned again when Yan Haoxiang picked her up.
His palm passed lightly across Song porridge's waist, like a casual tease. She was in his caress, and her body gradually softened in his arms.
yanhaoxiangYou won't feel bad if your brother marks you, okay?
He was content with the current state of Song porridge at his mercy, and said softly.
yanhaoxiangIf you kiss your brother, your brother will not do anything else.
Song porridge, following her almost irrational thinking, finally straightened up reluctantly, and the milk-scented lips brushed his cheek.
However, the mark in Song porridge's imagination was not in place, and she was a little anxious. Now there is only one in front of her, if the few on the opposite side also know...
The consequences are unimaginable.
Yan Haoxiang put his hand into Song porridge's clothes and lightly pinched the soft meat on Song porridge's waist.
yanhaoxiangOn my brother's mouth.
yanhaoxiangOtherwise it doesn't count.
