To pickle sour?

"Woman, let me love you well, okay?"

Bai Xiayuan's cheeks were stained with red clouds, and he timidly said: "Can you turn off the lights first?"

Wu Ming curled his lips and said: "Don't you know that men are sensory animals? After turning off the lights, all women are the same."

"Is it okay to just turn on the bedside lamp?"

"Okay!" As soon as the lights dimmed, Wu Ming patted Bai Xiayuan on the shoulder and urged: "Take off your yukata and underwear quickly, turn around and lie down with your butt raised."

Bai Xiayuan grasped the hem of his clothes with both hands and said weakly: "Wu Mingjun, I think this posture is so provocative!"

Wu Ming said seriously: "How could it be? All women from good families use this posture, and only the more unrestrained women use the posture of man on top and woman on bottom."

Oriental women are always more submissive to their men. Wu Ming just said a few words casually, and Bai Xiayuan compromised. She only has one man, and her man will do whatever he says. Even if her man says crows are white, she

I would also admit that crows are white without conscience.

But, is the dog-like posture really not evil at all?

Due to their nature, men always like to compete and compare. Two men separated by a wall were competing with each other. I persisted, I persisted, I persisted and persisted. Their persistence won the approval of women, but they were the ones who were wronged.

In the middle of the night, Wu Ming was lying on the bed with his arms around the exhausted Bai Xiayuan. He was also so tired that he could hardly lift his hands. Hearing that there was no movement next door, he showed a proud smile as if he was at the end of a crossbow. Damn that stinky rat.
Chapter completed!