Trafford’s Trading Club

Xiao San is sitting in a broken glass office… you should say squatting.

As for squatting, it's the only desk in the office.

Little Santa pointed at the broken glass window and blinked. “Oh? You said she hadn't been here, and the ghost baby didn't know. So, you tell me who broke this, and all those monsters downstairs have just hallucinated! ”

“Well, in old age, they're supposed to be in collective illusion.” Tortoise's hands shrunk and said slowly.

Little Santa Claus slapped the table, jumped down, almost hit the turtle in front of him, and glared at him: “Old turtle, don't you believe I broke your turtle shell with a stick? ”

“Boss, you knocked once when you were drunk earlier this month.” Tortoise has something to say: “So I believe in old age. ”

Little San Gordon scratched his ear and scratched his cheeks. He jumped like a thunder. Finally, he reached out and sorted out his clothes. “Ah, Master Turtle, Grandpa Turtle, I just broke a little last time. How can you compare these chicken and garlic skins with me? Grandpa Tortoise, you can have pity on me. Tell me straight, is Zijun really back? ”

“Boss, when you asked me to be the manager, we had three chapters.” Tortoise is not shocked: “I stayed until you asked me about the princess. Boss, are you going to be fat? ”

Little St. Gordon pulled a turtle's mouth, “Turtle Chicks, do you really not understand or are you fake and confused? Why would I promise you that? Isn't that why I kept you because I knew your princess would come back for you? ”

Tortoise sighed: “Boss, you are a good man, even though your mouth is full, you have taken us in... Regardless, I respect you, old man. But to the princess, old I am loyal. ”

“Rotten!” Little Brother San let go of the turtle and shook his head. "Never mind, if you don't tell me, won't I find it myself? Now that I'm back, I can't believe I found it! ”

“Thank the boss for understanding.” Tortoise slowly for a week, then slowly again: “Boss, aren't you really going to change your clothes? ”

Xiao San... Sun Xiao San Tong stunned and subconsciously touched his naked ass, "Shit... forgot. ”

……

……

The tongue is dry, the head feels like it's being pressed hard with both hands, and there's even a feeling of stomach upset - that's when Lorraine woke up.

She woke up with no memory of what had happened, just looking around, a strange feeling that greased up - not the room in the pet center she was usually used to sleeping in.

Little butterfly can't say what it looks like here, but it's different from the modern style she's usually used to... the floor seems to be made of wood and the bed style...

“What a big bed! ”

She even has an impulse to roll around in bed... she doesn't seem to have the first moment to think about the dangers of not being dangerous in a strange place.

Probably because of his personality, or because his brain hasn't fully woken up, he hasn't been able to react to many things at once.

Luo Zheng laid on the bed with a white pillow, silently stuck for a while, then suddenly sat up: “No! Sister Zijun! Uncle Mouse Demon! ”

Little butterfly knocked on his head with some annoyance: "How could I forget? ”

She mumbled, and Lorraine jumped off the bed in a hurry, her shiny feet stepped on the wooden floor, and the cold feeling made her a little uncomfortable.

“Where are my shoes?” Lorraine twisted her head.

Not only can you not find your shoes, but you also have clothes on you that don't seem to be the one you wore yesterday… but a white sleeping dress that fits together.

A little short, probably just up to her knees.

Little butterfly crouched down, bent over, probed under the bed, wanted to look. But that's when the door to the room opened.

“What are you looking for? ”

Because of the probe to the bottom of the bed, it's technically a very indecent posture —— for normal people. After all, the skirt has been lifted so that you can see between your legs.

It's just that the monster is not human after all, and the little butterfly that mirrors human society is even less conceptual... and the owner of the sound of the questioning... the maid naturally has no intention of avoiding anything.

Hence, the little butterfly demon, who had just woken up from a hangover, came to meet the club maid in a way that looked backwards from between her legs.

“Ah! You are, you are, you are...”

Little butterfly was too surprised. He raised his head suddenly, but too quickly and too unnamed, his head pounded heavily on the bed, and suddenly shouted 'yay’.

The maid smiled and walked into the room. After putting what she held in her hand, she walked over. She lifted this little butterfly up and said softly: “My name is Yunight. ”

“Oh, right! It was Yu Night... sister” Rubbing her head while rubbing her face slightly red: “I'm sorry, I, I... I didn't think of that. ”

“It's okay.” Yu shook her head gently, "I washed your clothes for you. You can come down after you've worn them. ”

Lorelei glanced at the neatly stacked clothes on the plate - her clothes yesterday, and even her shoes.

The shoes look new and look like they've been washed inside and out.

“Well... why?” Lorelei subconsciously tunneled.

Night smiled. “Have you forgotten? Last night, you threw up on my master. ”

“Ah?!!” Lorraine suddenly jumped and looked slightly pale, half because she was hungover and half because she was scared.

“but didn't throw up.” The maid made up the last sentence.

“Scare me...” Lorraine let go of her breath and patted herself on her little breasts.

“But...” the maid said suddenly.

The little butterfly suddenly raised her voice again, afraid to hear anything worse from the maid, "But... but what? ”

Yu Night snorted and smiled: “Next time you don't wear a nightdress, your underwear will show up. Girls like this, it's not elegant. ”

……

Lo Qiang followed the maid down the stairs with great care.

She didn't know where she was before she went down the stairs, but only after she got down did she find out that her place was... a club.

When she glanced over the maid in front of her and saw the owner sitting at a small round table, she whispered her tongue.

You didn't upset him, did you? Little butterflies are secretly worried.

At this time.

Lochu was staring at the newspaper, and the black tea in front of him had already been drank, and the dishes had been eaten.

Turning the newspaper owner Lo raised his head, “Wake up. Hungry? I let you prepare some food. Yoo Night, go get your stuff out. ”

I've already eaten up a thick Xinhua dictionary butterfly long ago, and naturally I know what the word ’elegant' means. At this point, she felt the night sister in front of her, really good at explaining when she was elegant.

Nod your head slightly, smile just right, make people spring wind, then turn around and hold your hands between your waists, with very little body swing between each step.

Little Butterfly even thinks that if you put a book on the head of this Young-night sister, it probably wouldn't fall off, would it?

I can't do it anymore...