With drooping eyelids, she gave a vague protest.
"Can I repair it myself …"
"You? ！” The forehand work was finally finished. The cold owl came over with her black face and her hands supported on both sides of her body. She took one look at her lower abdomen and tattooed herself into a cold hum. "I personally fuck … the knife."
Do it yourself …
My heart is pounding, and I don’t know if I’m shy because I’m not dressed like a naked model or if the temperature in the greenhouse is too high. Bao Qi feels that her face is almost too hot, and the heat accumulates all over her skin, making her whole body look like she’s barbecued in a fire, and her body is covered with a beautiful pink color.
Beautiful!
Beautiful men’s eyes are dark.
His throat tightened, and he sat in the swivel chair with a cold face, righting the little girl and putting her greasy and tender legs on the two armrests of the swivel chair respectively.
"ah! Uncle, what are you doing? ？” Just being stared at by a man in such an open place, even if they are intimate again on weekdays, Bao Qi also feels that this posture is broken by 20 plus signs.
"Don’t touch! Be careful to plunge into the wrong place. "
Clamped her ankle and moved her swivel chair forward. After ignoring the little girl’s embarrassment, she pulled through the bracket cabinet and focused on repairing her tattoo.
Baoqi is going to die of shame. She hopes that there will be a curtain to cover that piece, at least a little masking to control the natural reaction …
Shy, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed, shy …
Forced by nai, she can hide her ears, burying her face in her hands and suggesting in her heart-
He can’t see, he can’t see, he can’t see …
Cycle several times!
Different from the tattoo parlor, the master made transfer paper stick to the owl and be bold, but directly painted her with a tattoo pen, which would make her look less beautiful. rosa multiflora re-outlined that it should have been tender and beautiful.
Pen by pen, pen by pen, pen by pen, gently touching, scratching in the body, scratching in that embarrassing place, like a number of ants crawling and itching, I can’t tell what it feels like
I feel ashamed and want to laugh, so my body shakes …
"Don’t move-"
Heavy face looking down at the tattoo pen in her man’s hand, a light at the bottom of his eyes.
Bao Qi blushed and turned to look at him. He just touched the line of sight.
"… I’m sorry. You draw so well. I’m a little excited. Cough, I’m excited-"
Whether she was excited or not, she bowed her head and bowed her head, and her overbearing lips were unceremoniously followed. She took a hard bite and said, "Touch you again."
Kiss him back and bite him in the corner of his lip. She asks evilly, "What should I do?"? Huh? "
The man’s eyes are on fire-
She doesn’t need to tell the answer to the technical question at all. He will naturally move and tell her that the evil finger suddenly touched the place
"Well …" She whispered that the cat was gentle and moving.
Kissing is the most elementary stage, fingers are the intermediate stage, and now her body has no cover at all. She has to fight back unarmed and surrender when men kiss and invade …
My girl is honest.
Repaint a rosa multiflora without flowers and spend too much time in a glass greenhouse. rosa multiflora sets off his face. He is a great painter who can sketch.
And she is not his model, but he draws paper.
Hoo …
Finally, rosa multiflora finished painting, and the only thing left was that tattoo machine cut the line and fogged it again-
Man’s sex is quite cold, usually rough, old man, but he moves very lightly when doing this. Honestly, when tattoo machine’s needle pierces the body, Baoqi feels that it doesn’t hurt as much as when she tattoos herself.
However, people are very strange. Creatures can tolerate no matter how much pain they make themselves, while others can’t stand it if they hurt a little.
Itchy pain-itchy pain-itchy and painful-
Repeated feelings made her heart tangled and funny, and she kept opening her mouth and breathing, changing her breath and holding back that strength. In the end, she couldn’t help but shout it out.
"Hey, hey, be gentle … be gentle …"
Looking down at her, the cold owl twisted her eyebrows to "shut up". The first time she tried it, it would affect her mood to yell a few more words.
"… bully!"
Bullies are upset! In a second, he bent his head to his lips and covered her with a vicious bite. He said in a low voice, "You yell at me again and tattoo it on your face."
Oh, my god, mom! Face?
Imagine what it would be like to wear a rose flower on your face. After all, it is no longer the era of "putting a wreath on the mirror", but looking at the cold eyes of men and beasts in front of her, she has a feeling that this guy really dares to do it.
Forget it. She’ll keep putting up with it!
She bit her lip and stared at him. Why does her brain work poorly every time she is with him? It doesn’t fit her image as an enemy girl at all.
Go on-
She didn’t know that he endured more pain than she did.
Section 17
The slightly blue man took a deep breath and intently continued the manual work. The line of sight eventually fell on her smooth and smooth rosa multiflora’s serious side, Yan Ranbao and Qi became speechless.
Who said that serious men are the most beautiful? How right!
Seriously, Uncle, it’s not just good-looking, it’s just a confused look, it’s so good-looking, it’s so bad-looking, it’s so crazy-
Poof, it’s over!
Hua chi thought in astonishment for a while, but she squinted slightly, endured the itching, crispness and shallow pain, and wondered how unknown his serious appearance would be.
He never smiles, and his gentle eyes are either cold or cloudy, or calm and purer than water.