Chapter 8 Underwear

What's wrong with you? Looking at Afang next to him sitting down rubbing her butt, Xiaomao asked curiously

It's not the "Mediterranean" yet. The beating hurts so much that the deputy squad leader and Yu Juan were both beaten... Afang thought he was concerned about him, and he told Xiao Mao about the experience of several other pretty girls being raped at the same time.

Oh ho

Xiaomao didn't expect that Yuan Xiaoli was also affected by the fish. She looked over and saw the deputy squad leader rubbing his butt in the seat, and his snow-white skirt was wrinkled. He could vaguely see the pink inside from the light that passed through...

Oh! Xiaomao felt his ears tighten and his head was pulled back to his original position.

Does it look good? Afang asked gloomyly, looking at him with his eyes slanted, like a knife

Fangfang, do you feel pain? Come on, I'll help you rub it. Xiaomao hurriedly stretched out his hand with a pleasing look on his face, but forgot to be in the classroom for a while

Death! Don't touch me!

Unexpectedly, he should have reached out and opened Xiaomao's thief's hand with the book.

Thinking of the feeling of touching himself in the morning, Afang's face turned red

Take a look around, but fortunately no one noticed

Attend class!

Old man Lu, who taught history, had already stood on the podium and held his reading glasses with his hands to start his lecture.

After bowing, Xiaomao sat down and did not listen carefully. Seeing Afang's shy look just now, she couldn't help but have the idea of ​​rubbing her head.

Ah! Not long after the class started, a scream came, which scared everyone

Classmate, what's wrong?

I was asking, "Who knows, what dynasty was the first feudal dynasty in China?"

The old man Lu lowered his reading glasses and looked at Liu Fang. He actually couldn't see who it was, but he just felt that he looked more majestic when he pulled down his glasses.

Old, teacher, I know!

Afang has no choice

The class was very good. The dead ghost next to him actually touched his legs, touched his skirt more and more, and finally pinched his thighs.

This is really my eyes are sore, my heart is as painful as a slap; how can my enemies who love evil spirits do not know how to cherish spring and protect flowers?

He glanced at the little hair next to him; he stood up slowly with a deep smile

If you know, raise your hand and answer. Don't be surprised. Say it. Old Man Lu didn't realize that something was strange. He spoke with encouragement and his glasses were even lower. He seemed to want to see who the volunteer female student was today.

Yes... Yes... How could Afang know that history is a girl's weakness. If it weren't for movies, paintings, model operas, and every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, no one knew

Now that she is forced to go to Liangshan, how could she, a little woman, enter the hero's "Juyi Hall"?

But she is a study committee member, and if she can't answer, she will lose face.

Afang was angry and hated. If he had known this, he would have obeyed him and asked him to touch him for a few seconds. He was unwilling to accept it again. This guy was just a hooligan and would not let him go in class. If he hadn't said he was 'responsible', he would have announced Xiao Mao's evil deeds against humanity and socialism against her in front of his classmates and teachers.

It seemed that the treasure hat was a little big, and I was reluctant to let it go; in an instant, my heart was full of tenderness, and finally I had to take out the murderous gaze again, wishing I could stab this killer to death with one knife, and then I would do it with him.

Three-point comfort and seven-point satisfaction. After pinching mutton fat jade, the little hair was still unsatisfied. At this time, he held his chin with one hand and looked at A Fang, whose face was flushed.

After a spring of wandering, she will not return home, and she will be surrounded by wind and rain. She is not afraid of her angry eyes. She put the other hand that had just teased the little girl and put it in her mouth and nose and smelled it again and again, but there was still a fragrance.

Seeing her embarrassed and anxious look, she pouted proudly and kissed her palm.

Dear, dear...you! I have seen a hooligan, but I have never seen such a hooligan Afang, so angry, but I know I am still in the classroom, so I have to point at Xiaomao with my finger, but I can no longer say

Yes! Very good, it's the Qin Dynasty!

Old man Lu is dizzy and confused, "Dear, Qin" can't tell the difference between the same pronunciation

I didn't hear the word "you" afterwards. The answer was correct, and there were a lot of final sounds.

After letting Afang sit down, Old Man Lu began to talk about the history of the Qin Dynasty.

Xiaomao was in trouble, and Afang also followed him, held his chin and looked at the book with one hand, and launched crazy revenge on him with the other hand; twisted and pinched, even Lao Sun, who was sitting behind Xiaomao, could feel the tremor of the other person's back chair coming to his desk. He was confused and didn't know what the young couple in front were making trouble.

The end of the battle is a piece of paper

Xiao Mao was quick to learn to know that at the critical moment when the troops were at the city, he finally saved the last piece of good meat between his waist and thighs.

A man is a real man. Although he usually fights and kills, he has three strategies for Xiao Mao and Zhang Fei; war is just a continuation of politics. Politically overwhelms the enemy's war naturally disappears, and everything returns to peace.

Afang saw that the little gangster who had just touched her wrote five words to her: You are not wearing underwear!