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Han Zidong sat at the head of the bed, glanced at the pair of very charming purple stockings.

It can be seen that Pei Zhuxuan is still a little confused. She stuffed her little hand into a stocking, as if she was using her hands as her legs to simulate the effect of wearing it.

His gaze moved up with the little hands, his slender and white neck and pink lips finally slowly met Pei Zhuxuan's eyes. Before Pei Zhuxuan spoke, he raised his hand and reached out to Pei Zhuxuan.
"Zhu Hyun, why didn't you dry your hair?"

Pei Zhuxuan, who was originally planning to drive Han Zidong out, grabbed her hair: "It's because she didn't find a hair dryer. She's almost done it anyway, so it's not a problem."

Han Zidong got up, took the towel from the bedside table, and sat on the side of Pei Zhuxuan again.

"This is not possible. Natural air drying will damage the hair. I'll wipe it for you."

"Forget it."

Han Zidong still insisted on waving: "Come here."

Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips. She really had no choice but to crawl out of the quilt and sit by the bed, just so she turned her back to Han Zidong.

His hands slid from the corner of his eyes to the back of his ears, gathered his hair, and all pulled it behind his head, tilted his head slightly and shook it.

"If your readers knew you were so inappropriate in private, they would definitely break the filter and shout, 'You are not Do Minjun at all'."

Pei Zhuxuan put his hands together and gathered her hair together. Her thick hair naturally obediently gathered together. Han Zidong held a towel and wiped them one by one from the end of her hair.

"Du Minjun is just a serious person. When the plot unfolds a little more, his style will be broken, and he will turn from that cold man to a romantic fool who speaks of right and wrong.

To be honest, I have been following updates recently, changing the source and switching, and pronunciation aloud. Yeguo Yuedu Android and Apple are available.

Besides, no matter how inappropriate the boyfriend and girlfriend are, they are very serious!"

Bae Joo-hyun chuckled: "Anyway, I can't tell you, you have so many fallacies~"

Han Zidong looked sincere: "This is not a fallacy, this is the most profound saying of an ancient man in our country."

Pei Zhuxuan turned her body and said, "Oh, stop lying."

"Really."

Han Zidong stopped the work, walked around Pei Zhuxuan's waist with both hands, and hugged the other person tightly.

"I remember it seemed that it was during the reign of Emperor Xuan of the Western Han Dynasty. The words of Jingzhao Yin Zhang Chang and Jingzhao Yin were roughly equivalent to the mayor of your Seoul."

Pei Zhuxuan leaned against Han Zidong, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Han Zidong and nodded slightly.

"He was harsh in his work and was selfless, so he was quite afraid of some powerful people. So these people impeached Zhang Chang without dignity and insulting his manner. One of them was that he drew his own wife's eyebrows."

"Inner?"

Bae Joo-hyun doesn't understand, why does painting thrushes insult her politeness?

Han Zidong did not explain the so-called feudal etiquette details, but just smiled and said, "So Zhang Chang defended himself, "I heard that there are too many thrushes in the boudoir." The general idea is that I heard that the boudoir between the couple

There are some private things inside that are even more excessive than thrush.”

Pei Zhuxuan frowned: "That's it, how can we attack others with their privacy? These people are really bad."

Han Zidong sighed: "It's a pity that this has become a stain on his resume. With his talent, he might have gone further, but he could only stop there."

“It’s so too much.”

"It's just too much," Han Zidong cursed: "In fact, there is a short story in it when Zhang Chang painted his wife's thrush."

"What little story?" Pei Zhuxuan asked anxiously.

"Zhang Chang's wife kowtowed to her eyebrows since she was a child, leaving a subtle scar. You also know that with ancient techniques, the scar on her eyebrows could not be repaired at all. Moreover, she is a woman, and there is a scar in her conspicuous place to hit her.

It's quite big."

Bae Joo-hyun nodded in agreement. Everyone has a love for beauty. If you leave scars on your body or scars on your face, you will be very concerned.

Han Zidong leaned toward Pei Zhuxuan's face and continued, "So Zhang Chang's thrush for his wife was not only the idea of ​​covering the scar for the other party, but also conveying that he didn't care about his wife's small scar at all.

"

Pei Zhuxuan suddenly realized: "That Mrs. Zhang Chang is so happy."

"So I said, boyfriends and girlfriends should be inappropriate, not colleagues," Han Zidong looked at the stockings beside the bed: "Zhu Hyun, put on stockings quickly, stockings are cold... No, fried rice cakes are cold.

It's not delicious."

Pei Zhuxuan leaned against Han Zidong, buried her face inward again, stretched out her right hand and gently hammered Han Zidong's chest: "You are the most unreasonable."

"Ninene, I am the most unfair, but I am only unfair to you."

Han Zidong picked up the towel and wiped the hair on the top of Pei Zhuxuan.

Putting away the towel, patting Pei Zhuxuan's back with one hand, and holding the pair of purple stockings with the other: "Okay, put on the stockings, we're out."

Pei Zhuxuan slowly got up and opened her body, looked at Han Zidong, and then looked at the pair of stockings.

"I've agreed in advance, I can only see it."

"Inner."

Han Zidong nodded quickly and silently added in his heart: his promise is only responsible for this moment.

Pei Zhuxuan sat beside the bed, lifted up the hem of her nightgown until her knees, revealing a pair of white and tender calves swaying in the air.

He pinched one end of the stockings with both hands, glanced at Han Zidong, shook his head funny, and then quickly pressed the corner of his mouth. She found that since she met Han Zidong, the eight-character pattern on the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious.

No, she has to control her expression. Although her calves are short, they are better than white and tender.

Han Zidong nodded with satisfaction as he looked like two dragons, sliding from his feet to his calves without any obstacles, not over his knees, and nodding in satisfaction.

Xu Songcheng doesn't bully me!

Purple is indeed very charming.

The only regret is that the nightgown was too long and directly covered the top of the stockings. He couldn't see the lace circle at all.

Pei Zhuxuan put on slippers and stood on the floor, her hands folded together, and her fingertips were restlessly lit: "How is it?"

Han Zidong looked over and felt almost like hell: "Zhu Hyun, can you tie your hair up?"

"Oh," Pei Zhuxuan looked around with her mouth: "Wait for me."

After saying that, she ran out of the bedroom and when she left, she did not forget to close the door.

About ten seconds later, the door was pushed open again.

Pei Zhuxuan covered her face with both hands, just like an ancient lady covering her face with a round fan. She took small steps and walked in.

"The God of Beauty is Coming!"

Han Zidong said with a smile.

I have to say that dressing can really magnify the advantages and modify the defects. Just by tying a bun, the visual center is raised above the waist, making people ignore her height.

I just got into the early age of 20, and I didn’t need any cosmetics to modify at all. One word: tender!

Hearing Han Zidong's comments, Pei Zhuxuan smiled embarrassedly, put down her hands, pinched a corner of her nightgown, lowered her body slightly, and turned around like an elegant lady.

After doing this action, he covered his face and ran to Han Zidong.

Han Zidong took Pei Zhuxuan's hand and hugged the other person in his arms. Pei Zhuxuan's head was buried in his chest, and his two short legs in purple stockings were swaying up and down in the air restlessly.

Hiss, this guy Xu Song is definitely a realistic guy!

Following his heart, he stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on Pei Zhuxuan's knee. Seeing that the other party did not resist, his momentum became more powerful. His left hand reached in from under the hem of the skirt and gently rubbed the line.

Lace edges of stockings.

Pei Zhuxuan felt her body numb and immediately sat up straight, pressing her hands tightly on the legs of her nightgown.

"Mo?"

Han Zidong stopped when he saw that he was fine, and finally pinched it and pulled out his left hand: "If I say I have a strange disease, sometimes I don't control my own hands, do you believe it?"

Pei Zhuxuan handed her arms and looked at Han Zidong quietly, saying that the three words "I don't believe it" were almost written on her face.

Han Zidong smiled and put away his thoughts of promoting medical problems for Bae Joo-hyun, and picked up the other person directly.

Suddenly being picked up, Pei Zhuxuan hurriedly hooked Han Zidong's neck: "Ah~"

"Okay, if you can't get over now, it's really cold to stir-fried rice cakes."

While talking, Han Zidong hugged Pei Zhuxuan and shook her. Her two slippers fell weakly to the ground like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

In the living room.

Han Zidong sat on the sofa, opening his mouth from time to time, and naturally someone came over a rice cake.

He was not idle either. He wandered up and down Pei Zhuxuan's thighs. After several rounds of groping, he had discovered that as long as he did not go deeper than his thighs, Pei Zhuxuan would basically not resist too much, or had given up on resisting.

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Pei Zhuxuan was not very hungry. After eating two rice cakes, she lost her appetite and discovered new fun.

A rice cake was forked and reached to Han Zidong's mouth. She opened her mouth with a "ah" shape. Han Zidong opened his mouth mechanically, chewed it, and then swallowed it.

Two times she deliberately rubbed the rice cake to the corner of Han Zidong's mouth, but the other party did not react at all. She was still afraid that the rice cake sauce would drip on her clothes, so she sucked a piece of tissue and wiped off the sauce for Han Zidong.

Han Zidong touched his purple silk thighs and thought that this was probably a gift for someone with a rose, and the fragrance lingered in his hands. Although he was massaging Pei Zhuxuan's legs, he was extremely happy at this moment.

Before I knew it, a fried rice cake was wiped out by Pei Zhuxuan's feeding.

Pei Zhuxuan put down the cardboard box, picked up the tissue, and patiently wiped the corner of Han Zidong's mouth.

After doing all this, she looked at Han Zidong quietly and asked after a moment: "Do you feel comfortable touching?"

"Are you comfortable?" When Han Zidong replied, he didn't put down his work: "If you feel comfortable, I will feel comfortable."

"Didn't you say you want to outline a comic scene?"

Han Zidong raised his hand and made a gesture of silence: "Don't talk first, I'm capturing inspiration now."

Pei Zhuxuan shook her head funny. This was the first time she heard of this strange way of inspiration, but what made her speech the most was that Han Zidong seemed to have a pathological obsession with her thighs, and she had to feel it for fun before she could stop.

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My boyfriend likes to touch his thighs, what else can she do? She can only spoil him.

"Then tell me some stories, it's like the boudoir just now..."

"Inside the boudoir, there are more people than those who paint thrushes."

"Yes, there are people in the boudoir that are more than thrushes."

Pei Zhuxuan repeated it again, and she found that the story of Xia Guo seemed to have a different flavor.

"Then I'll tell you a story of the same period. The protagonist of the story is the emperor Liu Xun at that time..."