The red car door was opened, and what came into view was a pair of delicate calves that were glowing white even in the dark night. Below the calf, at the slender ankle, there was a silver ribbon wrapped around it, which matched with the silver high heels full of diamonds, making it particularly eye-catching.
The half-gathered champagne-colored backless ball gown with a long train was lowered, covering the half-exposed scenery. Further up, the girl's slender waist was tied with a huge black silk bow, which rubbed against her long, soft, black curly hair as she walked. Although one could guess that she was angry from the back, the twisting of her waist suddenly made the words "swaying and graceful" concrete.
The girl ignored him and walked forward angrily, stamping her feet, not caring that the water stains on the ground had stained her haute couture dress and delicate sheepskin-soled shoes.
The door of the Gust was opened, and a refined man in a suit got out. He was holding a cake box in his hand. He caught up with the man in two steps and coaxed him in a gentle voice.
"Luanluan, Dad didn't mean it. It's all a misunderstanding. It's getting dark and curfew is about to start. This place is not like China. Get in the car first, okay?"
"What do you mean he didn't do it on purpose? He did it on purpose!" The girl shook off the man's hand, angrily. "He knew it was my birthday today. I flew all the way from China to see him, but he was called away by that woman. He disappeared before the party even started. Why did he agree to it so reluctantly?"
The girl wiped her tears in grievance and turned to leave, but was grabbed by the man.
"Luanluan, Dad knows you're angry, so he asked me to take you to Laiya Bay. Look, I brought the cake you made yourself. Dad said he wanted to apologize to you and cut the cake with you!"
"Who asked him to apologize? I missed it, I missed it. I don't care..."
The girl said, snatching the cake from the man's hand and taking two quick steps.
Balu only felt a faint fragrance he had never smelled before floating into his nose, light, cold, and sweet. It rushed into the top of his head so suddenly that he couldn't react. Before he could react, something was stuffed into his arms.
"I'll give it to you!" the girl said, then turned and said to the man arrogantly, "I'd rather give it to a homeless person than let you eat it!"
After she finished speaking, she lifted up her skirt, turned around angrily, and stomped her high heels.
The "homeless man" sitting on the ground curled his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Which spoiled young lady has such a bad temper!
The elegant man glanced over here from the corner of his eye, saw the cake in his hand, and frowned.
He raised his hand, and with his bony fingers he pushed his gold-rimmed half-frame glasses, then took a step forward to catch up.
Baruxiesi's eyes swept coldly over the man's back and landed on the exquisite cake box. The tip of the knife casually cut the pink ribbon and lifted off the delicate lid, looking like a gangster.
The pink cake is not very complicated, and it is inlaid with a white swan.
He pressed his rough fingers covered with calluses into the vagina, dipped them in cream, and slowly put them into his mouth.
The murderous look on the boy's face slowly faded, and was replaced by a thick amusement.
It's damn delicious...
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