Rainy sat back next to Huan, rested her head on Huan's shoulder and fell asleep.
"Are you two in love?" Huan asked with concern, and suddenly thought of something, "Hold on, did Leon bastard break up with his girlfriend? Did he break up with the woman he took with him at the party?"
Michelle tilted her head and thought for a while. She nodded and said, "Yes. He did."
"That's good, or you will become a mistress." Huan breathed a sigh of relief, "He had done "that" to you. Is he your boyfriend now?"
Michelle pouted and held Huan in her arms, "No, Leon is not my boyfriend."
Caught off guard, Huan was almost knocked down. She felt like a tumbler, with a Rainy on her left shoulder and a Michelle on her right.
She sighed. When she heard Michelle said that Leon wasn't her boyfriend, she was so pissed off that she almost leaned back.
Then, Aron stood up and stood behind Huan. He couldn't help but yell in his heart, 'Why should I come to a party that are all women?'
"Bastard! Leon is the rare bastard in the world. If I see him now, I will scold him badly." Huan scorned.
Hearing this, Michelle immediately said, "No! You can't do that. You can't scold Leon!"
"I don't want to talk to you. Go to the washroom and wash your face to see what you look like now." Huan moved her shoulders and pushed her out.
"Okay." Michelle got up obediently and went to t
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ars with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "You used my used bed sheet and quilt, and..."
The bed sheet and quilt cover he had slept on were private things. When Michelle took them away, she felt too ashamed. Now they were exposed face to face, and the shyness spread all over her neck and face.
Even if she couldn't see clearly, she could feel a layer of heat all over her body.
Michelle lowered her head in shame and reached out to push him, but was firmly caught by his big hand. The hand that was pinching her ear slowly slid across her face and neck.
She got goose bumps like a limp current running through her body.
Michelle was so soft that she called him Leon in a sobbing tone.
"I only ask you one question. Do you like me?"
"Yes, I do." Michelle planned to tell him tonight. Now that he asked her to answer, she didn't need to be nervous and said it naturally.
Leon gasped for breath. And when he spoke again, his voice was even lower, which was the man's suppressed and restrained lust.
"Who do you like?"
"Leon."
"Who likes Leon?"
"Me..."
"Good girl, say it again." Leon rubbed her nose with the tip of his nose and breathed more heavily.
Michelle pursed her lips and replied gently, "I like Leon." She paused for a second and said firmly, "Leon, I like you."
After a long time, Leon kissed her nose and said, "I like you too."
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