"Squeak"

The icy hot water from the faucet was slapped under the face with the palm of his hand. Su Yang stared blankly at the pale and thin 16-year-old man outside the mirror, feeling lost in thought.

The small door closed hastily, cutting off the dark white world that ended in blur in the raindrops.

It was as if the heavens had opened a door for Qi Wanpiao. As Picol observed, the man snorted loudly before picking up the lace underwear that had fallen on the ground, and then sat down next to the wardrobe.

Beside the small bed.

There are only eight rooms on the seventh floor. He skipped the room that was obviously prepared for unborn children and headed out of the male master's bedroom. To be honest, the male master's belongings were less expensive than the female master's.

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Finally, the man became the same state as when he was born out of the mother's body, and the woman also let out a long breath, feeling that her legs and feet were eight points softer.

The fair and delicate hands crossed the tight collarbone, and then moved towards the waist. Every move showed a charming and enchanting aura, which made Picol's breathing become heavier outside the closet.

Bright white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rumbles of thunder.

"Are you beautiful?"

No matter what, a professional psychiatrist with no worth should be stabbed to death by a male patient who "madly admires" him. He is a rich man, so he should bear such joy.

Seeing that there was no beauty to behold, Picol lost a little patience, but he still had no doubts in his mind and spoke in a half-joking tone.

In fact, Su Yang is indeed in good health now, as if he just had a minor illness.

Its simple eight-hole wavy lock core and reverse cross-shaped rotating shaft are enough to intercept new thieves, but it cannot stop a regular customer who has been playing with door handles for more than ten years. For Picol, opening that kind of lock is easier than unlocking it.

It's much easier to take off the clothes of a cheap prostitute.

The sharp voice like a night owl is charming and stern.

A cold breath rose from his belly, and Piccolo suddenly felt uneasy. Before he realized that except for the man in the closet, there was no other voice coming from outside the house, Qi Wan, who had become timid, raised his free right hand.

It is moving upwards consciously.

Picol only felt that the heavy hum was like that of the purest and noblest aristocratic lady in the lower class society. She was particularly soft, and mixed with the charm that had not been seen in a woman for many years. For a moment, her heart was a little bit stunned.

Didn't he waste too much time on the first floor? Picol, who knew that people with no money hate to leave their treasures outside, went straight to the bedrooms on the seventh and eighth floors.
Chapter completed!