Madam Dihao is not good

"Why is it not enough?"

He said in a low voice, as if talking to himself: "I really want to know, how long will I be infatuated with you?"

Xia Nai'er wanted to push him away, but because her back was facing her, she couldn't do it with both hands, so she could only whisper annoyed: "Su Shijie, don't go too far!"

It's getting too much!

When I came back in the afternoon, I asked her once in the swimming pool, and now I changed to the terrace.Is he going to be in public next time? [

Suddenly Su Shijie's body sank, and he squeezed in without any prelude.

Chanel groaned in pain.

"Too tight and a bit dry."

He withdrew, made something on the tea table next to him, smeared it on his desire to help lubricate it, and went in smoothly this time.

Chanel moaned: "What did you paint?"

"Honey."

When Su Shijie drinks tea, he always adds some honey into it, which is a little quirk of his.

"Why are you scribbling on everything, go out..."

Chanel frowned, her body was pressed against the window sill, and she grabbed the edge of the sill with both hands.

Although unwilling, but can only be forced to accept the violation...

Two servants went out into the yard to water the flowers.

One stumbled upon the view from the terrace and didn't understand what they were doing.

"The young master is being violent." She tugged at another servant's cuff in fear.

This servant is about seventeen or eighteen years old, although he is not so stupid that he doesn't understand things, but due to his inexperience, it is normal for him not to be able to see it for a while.

The other servant was older, looked up, and immediately understood a little bit, his face instantly burned red!

"Idiot, the young master is doting on the young mistress... Don't look, let's go in! It would be terrible if the young master finds us peeping!"

"Where are the flowers..."

"Water it later."

“可是，少爷看起来在揍少奶奶啊，怎么是疼爱了？”[

"You will know when you have a boyfriend in the future..."

Seeing the servant suddenly appearing in the yard, Chanel became anxious: "Quick...stop...someone..."

Su Shijie speeded up instead, Xiexie raised the corners of his mouth: "Is it fast enough?"

he deliberately misinterpreted