Chapter 1773

Muyazhe gently stroked her hair, but listened to her suffering from the wrong way: "you want to spoil me so, will you spoil me?"

Will she be more indulgent and willful, more lawless.

Muyazhe is a natural tone of voice: "I should spoil you, spoil you lawless, spoil you like a little princess, willful and arrogant, and spoil you more than anyone else."

She could not help but wonder, "why?"

He looked down at her, but smiled softly: "because of this, you can't leave me."

Pamper her a little more.

She depends on him a little more.

He likes her dependence and never gets tired of being together.

If Lu Jinyu is here at this moment, seeing this scene, he must be old-fashioned and sigh: "the sour smell of love! It's dog cruelty. "

make complaints about it. In silence, Tucao can't escape the fate of his wife slave.

Yunshi's poems are even more crying and laughing.

Wife slave!

Wife first.

She is also happy.

At a glance, he saw a pair of red high-heeled shoes placed quietly on the low table.

He suddenly picked her up horizontally and put her on the sofa. Then he knelt in front of her on one knee and picked up a high-heeled shoe. In the other hand, he easily caught a white and bright little foot under her skirt.

His touch, however, made her timidly shrunk, but he did not allow her to retreat, holding her little foot firmly in his hand.

Her feet are not really big. She is only 35-36 yards. Her height is not short. However, her small feet are not as big as his slap.

A person's small hand is also small. Even this pair of jade feet are grasped with one hand.

"You..."

She burst into a voice and tried to stop him.

He raised his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were so deep and bright that she immediately blushed, grabbed a corner of the skirt nervously and crumpled it.

Seeing this posture, is it necessary to try on the high-heeled shoes for her wedding party in person?

Can see him so one knee kneeling, so condescending to come down expensive, she unavoidably some cannot adapt.

He has always been a high, imperial figure, but now he kneels in front of her on one knee, how can he feel a little shy.

Thinking of this, she immediately blushed and said, "I I can do it myself! "

"No, you sit!"

He said so, holding her jade feet, put the beautiful red high-heeled shoes on her feet gently.

No big, no small, just right.

Red high-heeled shoes, no repeated design, shiny bevel, but set off a luxurious and elegant.

He took another one and put it on for her.

In silence, there is even a kind of silent sacredness, as if there are some pious rituals going on.

Contrary to her embarrassment, he was like a light cloud. It was natural that he served her to wear shoes. There was nothing to be surprised about!

After wearing it, he helped her to stand up, and her skirt fell to the ground, covering a pair of jade feet. She walked back and forth, and the high-heeled shoes just fit her feet.

Cloud poetry with skirt, turned to him a smile, smile between eyes, but streamer.