I bought an oil painting-colored orange-flowered shirt and paid the money. Fenghua pulled the boy back to the hotel and asked him to change his clothes for himself.

Although Yan Che was helpless, he met his girlfriend's requests.

He picked up his clothes and turned around and walked into the bathroom.

After a moment, a slender and beautiful hand with bright white joints gently pushed open the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

The girl who was lying lazily on the big bed, holding her head with one hand, flipping through a brick-thick fashion magazine book, heard the sound of the door opening, maintained her current posture, and raised her delicate eyebrows and eyes.

The boy walked out, and his slender figure hit her eyes, occupying her sight.

Fenghua was stunned for a moment, and his slender fingers were paused when he flipped through the book.

...Damn it.

Is it so good-looking?

She didn't expect that a normal or even a little ugly floral shirt would not damage his appearance at all when worn by Zhuma.

This fancy color and no style of silk shirt, if you are not careful, you will be wearing it as a car accident scene, without any temperament or beauty.

However, Zhuma actually used his magical face to wear clothes that were a bit too fancy and vulgar for boys to create a stunning feeling like a fashion master.

This was the first time Yan Che wore such a dress. Seeing the girl looking at her with bright eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable, raised her long legs and walked over: "...It's ugly, right?"

"It's not ugly." Fenghua let go of his hand, closed the fashion magazine that he was flipping, and pointed it at him on the cover, "It's even better than the male model in the magazine."

At first glance, Yan Che, who was showing off his muscles with his body exposed on the cover of the magazine: "..."

Honestly, a little jealous.

How can my girlfriend look at other men's bodies?

Even if it's just through a magazine.

So, Zhuma's mind became hot and said in a strange way: "Then... do you want to take a look?"

Words, just say it.

It's no longer possible to take it back.

The young man's white ears suddenly turned red.

...

Fenghua was slightly stunned.

He looked at the naked male model on the cover and then looked at the bamboo horse.

She slowly reacted.

Is it what I mean?

Fenghua's eyelashes blinked, a little uncertain.

However, when she caught a glimpse of Zhuma's look shy when she said the wrong words, she immediately threw away the fashion magazine and said firmly: "You want it!"

Yan Che: "..."

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In the room, the lights dimmed, leaving only a dizzy wall lamp.

The light is dim and floating in ambiguous way.

Fenghua sat on the bed with her chin and cross-legged, and lazily spit out two words like a female boss who forced a good woman to sell herself: "Take it off."

It's just a cigarette in my mouth.

Yan Che was really helpless.

Who is the boy?

Seriously suspect that he had the wrong gender with his girlfriend.

When he met his girlfriend's shiny eyes in the dark, the boy silently opened his eyes, but his ear tips were hot.

Knowing that Zhuma was shy, Fenghua was not in a hurry and looked at him with interest.

Slim hands on your knees, and your fingertips are careless and gentle.

Once, once...

It's like admiring the last moment of the prey's death struggle.

Oh, although this metaphor seems inappropriate to use here, it cannot be vivid and vivid.

Yes, I'm a hunter.

Her Majesty the Queen smiles.
Chapter completed!