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Chapter 500 Bai Li's Memories 3

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"Brother, why don't you turn on the lights when you're at home?"

He didn't say anything, but just looked up at you. The red bloodshot in his eyes made him look a little scary.

"Xiao Li, come here."

Your heart beats faster and you feel even more guilty because of the fear you feel.

Usually, there are only you and the boy at home, and the maid will leave after finishing her work.

You changed your shoes, walked to the sofa, squatted beside the man's legs, put your hands on his legs, and looked up at him.

The boy raised his hand and touched your head, slowly sliding down, tracing your brow bone and nose bridge with his fingers.

When it slid down to the neck, it suddenly pinched it hard.

You suddenly felt uncomfortable and wanted to struggle, but the man didn't move at all. You were scared.

You saw murderous intent in the man's eyes, but you ignored the pain and squeezed between the man's legs to kiss him.

The hand on your neck loosened its grip and instead grasped your chin.

"Who were you with just now?"

"My classmates are celebrating their birthdays, so I'm going to the party."

"Oh? Just classmates?"

"Ah."

"Ah."

The man lay back, picking up a bunch of photos from the table and throwing them at you.

You look down at the photos. Some of them are photos that you saw on the wall and couldn't help but save.

The man with the warm smile above was none other than squad leader Qi Lu.

There are also many secretly taken photos, which you can't help but look at.

"me."

You didn’t know how to explain it, but you knew that the anger of the boy in front of you was still burning, getting more and more intense.

The man took out his cell phone and played this audio clip, which was the sound of you after you went to the party.

"There is a recording device in your phone, my little Li."

You sit on the ground dejectedly, knowing that you are finished.

"Xiao Li, do you know what to do?"

You swallowed and nodded.

He stood up, but his feet were numb from squatting for too long, so he fell straight down and was held firmly by the boy.

You steadied your body, and decided not to let him down, so you raised your hand to touch the boy's face.

Take off his glasses, the burning lips are still on his face...

The boy must have just taken a shower, and he smelled particularly good.

Your hand slipped down and you untied the belt of his bathrobe.

"Xiao Li, I'll process the paperwork for you tomorrow and let you study here. I'm worried about you being out there."

The boy's hand was still on your head, and after hearing what he said, you wanted to beg him not to change.

You have been in xx for two years and have a good relationship with your friends. You don’t want to suddenly change to a strange environment.

Or the school where the teenager attends, then you will have even less freedom.

You know that the school he attends is a high school and college program.

He is three years older than you and is in the upper division.

As if he noticed that you were distracted, he pinched you and said "ah ba ba ba".

You cried out in pain, not daring to think about anything else.

Kissing his lips. [Cannot appear, please Mr. Star*]

[I have written a lot about this story line. I am not good at writing short stories, so I can only leave it for a while and not let it take over the main story.]

Compared with the eight non-bigu bigu, split it up. qwq.

A long time ago, there was a man who took a longevity pill and became a storyteller in a teahouse. He told everything he saw and heard with a little polish. The storyteller was called Yun Jianbing, but the teahouse still fired him. As for why? The people in the teahouse said that after listening to the storyteller's stories, the girls didn't want to get married anymore, and their faces turned yellow.

It can’t be changed, so my little cuties, just take a look at it reluctantly. The law has been strictly enforced recently.

[You know what I can't write. See you at our secret base. I promise it will be a different style from before, a wilder one.]