Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Kibai was still a little unbelievable about Roselle's interest in herself, and she had to ponder for a while and try to find a little trace of the spider silk horse or something.

But at the end of the day, she couldn't figure it out, so she decided to wait for Roselle to come back and take a closer look.

Without Yardev's restraints, life is still quite moisturizing.

It's just that when someone knocks on the door in the morning, they always subconsciously think the person outside is Roselle.

“Good morning, Miss Lornay.” After she went down, David waited to say hello.

“Good morning, David.” Shen Wood smiled.

Head down and start having breakfast today, then lie in the garden this afternoon for afternoon tea. The receiver was lying quietly and did not receive any message.

Ghostly silence.

Without Roselle, she wakes up late every day thinking that she's free to eat as much as she wants.

Shen Kibai felt he should be happy, but wondered why he was feeling a little depressed.

Snacks before bedtime are a necessity, and when Roselle is here, she secretly eats and worries about getting caught.

Now, you probably won't know how many people you eat.

Remove a box of chocolate from the locker, peel off and eat a few pieces, satisfied squint eyes, shen wood white This put it away, rolled it around the bed and went to sleep.

Confused, I noticed someone standing beside the bed, rubbing my eyes, wanting to see clearly, but useless.

Too sleepy, very dizzy.

The man standing in place approached a few steps, slightly curling his eyes and looking at the girl. Then reach out and cover the brightly colored red red red lips.

Soft touch deepens his eyes slightly.

The girl's lips and teeth were pryed open and two slender fingers stretched in, stirring slowly ||.

“Hmm..." slightly raised his cheerful eyebrows, a slight tangled divine color appeared on his delicate face, trying to spit out that obstacle in his mouth.

Roselle couldn't see the look on her face, her eyes kept on the girl's lips, and those two fingers didn't pause slightly to make her mouth soft.

Red lips slightly open, pink little truncated, secreted silver wire flowing down the corners of lips, obscure | mi.

The deep blue on the bottom of the eye was almost thick enough to turn into a bunch, but still maintained a forbidden valley arrears | self-contained appearance, pulling out the fingers and leaning over them with thin lips.

The soft, restrained breath in her mouth was instantly chaotic, and Roselle kissed the girl hard, holding her back with one hand, seemingly trying to reach the deepest point.

The girl curled up slightly, her snowy cheeks stained red, her eyelashes trembled uneasy, seemed to want to open her eyes, but was powerless as if she were stuck in a muddy pool.

Roselle reached out a hand, untied her collar, and moved her slightly cooler lips to the beautiful swan neck, clearly in a full possession position, leaving no visible marks anywhere.

“My calm, only for your disintegration. ”

The girl with her eyes closed squeezed her eyes, her pink toes curled slightly, her fingers grabbed the sheets beneath her voluntarily, and a pair of people picked || enough to make any man go crazy.

Slim fingers stick under the nightdress and Roselle's lips go all the way down, stopping at the last critical moment.