QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Young Female Mermaid x Perverted Duke (4)

Fan Ziyan struggled to understand the meaning of this sentence, hesitated for two seconds, and understood this sentence to make him happy. She looked at Morse in a daze, nodding her head hurriedly: "Ahhh..."

The voice was clear and sweet, but I didn't know what it was talking about.

Mold's slender and well-knotted hands slowly squeezed Fan Ziyan's chin, and asked unhurriedly, "You can't speak."

The girl seemed to understand what he meant at once, and there was a touch of disappointment in her eyes. As if feeling a little bit, she turned her head and saw the scary cat stopped not far from her.

She seemed to be scrupulous about the man in front of her. Her mind was in a mess, and she suddenly remembered what she had done to the man in front of her. If she had that ugly thing in her possession, would he be happy?

Dangerous instincts occupied her mind, Fan Ziyan looked at Molder indiscriminately, and then hurriedly tore open the man's pants.

Molde had a look on his face, lowered his head and saw Fan Ziyan eagerly took out his penis with his cold little hand, and then—hold it.

The not-so-warm mouth was unusually delicate, the uvula was pressed underneath, with a greasy sensation, the glans leaned straight against her throat, and he raised his eyebrows.

Fan Ziyan raised his eyes and looked at him blankly. This ugly thing was a little uncomfortable against her. Is he happy?

There was still water in his eyes, and there was a faint innocence and worry.

Mold smiled swiftly, reached out and touched her unclothed back, with a gentle gesture and an intimate gesture. Fan Ziyan, who was still nervous, slowly relaxed.

As soon as the man caught it, he put the person in the quilt. Without looking up, he looked at her with a smile, but shouted: "Come here."

After a while, the butler appeared in the house, saw the scene in front of him, bowed his head respectfully and waited for instructions.

"Hold the cat out." Molde ordered lightly.

After a few seconds of noisy, the room fell silent.

He glanced at Fan Ziyan with interest, now he was transformed into a human body, and he looked only fourteen or five years old. Right in front of him, he could feel her restlessness.

Rarely, there was some interest in coaxing people: "Are you still afraid?"

Fan Ziyan poked his head out of the quilt and looked around. Without the cat that scared her, he immediately shook his head cheerfully. He couldn't help but reached into the quilt again and kissed his ugly thing.

This can be regarded as a gratitude to him.

There was a flash of amusement on Molde's face, and this little thing was really innocent and a little silly. He stretched his right hand into the quilt and fished Fan Ziyan into his arms, looking at each other with the same beautiful eyes.

"You like this?"

Fan Ziyan shook his head immediately, but then nodded again. She didn't like it, but she liked him very much. He likes it, she likes it.

She said "ahhhh" and gestured with her hands. Mold watched her movements, but understood her meaning: "You like me."

Affirmative.

Fan Ziyan's face blushed at once, then looked at him a little bit twisted, nodding slightly.

The corners of Mold's mouth were upturned, and somehow he was a little happy. He leaned against the head of the bed, holding a small thing in his arms, and his tall body could perfectly hold Fan Ziyan into it.

He touched Fan Ziyan's two thin legs with warm hands, and suddenly said, "Let me see."

He wanted to see if all the structures of this little thing were the same as human women after it came out of the water.