How honestly does the master need to confess?What kind of promise does the master need to say?
Enough, enough.
The white wall completely fell off and the domino pushed to the last one.
If the owner is even willing to ignore the danger for the safety talisman, then Chen Sirong will have no reason to continue to be cowardly.
Caesar got up and walked to her side.
Instead of sitting on the sofa, he squatted in front of Chen Sirong.
Holding her trembling hands, she asked her to look at him from her tears.
Chen Sirong's chest was still rising and falling, but the moment Caesar held her hand, she couldn't help but hug her.
Caesar picked her up, stood up, and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Chen Sirong was hugged on his body, his legs tightly clamped against his waist.
The hot, wet face snuggled up to his face, tears fell down her eyes to his face.
The tip of the nose is skewed to the tip of the nose, and the lips are against the lips.
Kissing was almost instinct. Chen Sirong hugged Caesar's neck and wanted to kiss him, but Caesar leaned back slightly, stared at her eyes, and said:
Grace, friends won't kiss their lips.
Even when this time comes, he wants her to figure out the relationship between them first.
Caesar's answer here has always been Yes, but he needs to know Chen Sirong's answer at this moment.
She was not drunk at the moment, her thoughts were clear at the moment, and he wanted a definite answer.
Chen Sirong's tears even more, like a stream that was soaking the faces between the two.But she knew that she shouldn't shy away, at least this time she had to give a clear answer.
Tears were temporarily stopped by her, her chest undulating and exhaling, her lips tightly against his ears.
Master, I miss you very much.
Chen Sirong began to speak Chinese with Caesar again, and her tears once again burst out of control.
The loss is restored and the jade is returned to Zhao.
Chen Sirong's thin body was lying on Caesar's chest, and his arms folded, completely putting her on his chest without missing a trace.
The first thing I kissed was her tears.
Chen Sirong was stunned, and Caesar kissed and sucked the tears on her eyelashes and cheeks.
Then, kissed her nose.
Finally, come to her lips.
The lips, which became more rosy due to crying, also seemed to become more fragile.
Caesar's kiss was light, slowly tracing along the outline of her lips.
Chen Sirong's whole body was tense, and he could only tighten his legs and arms to restrain his desire to tremble.
Her palm also stroked Caesar's cheek and gradually took the kiss back to her hand.
She carefully sucked her master's lips and felt her master's response.
Everything is too precious and pity.
Start rubbing from all the small places again, and cannot bear to swallow anything whole.
Chen Sirong carefully took the forehead, eyebrows, eyelashes, cheeks, and then the tip of the nose and the jaw with slightly stubble growth.
My fingers were still stroking the place where the end of my eyebrows were injured last time, confirming that there were no traces of wounds there.
The kiss ended in the jaw, not sucking his Adam's apple, nor trying to make him hard.
In the strong emotions, sexual desire becomes unremarkable.
The lips finally coincided with Caesar's, and they kissed and rubbed endlessly in the quiet living room, as if they wanted to make up for all the time they were separated.
Chen Sirong's body gradually calmed down, but tears were still flowing silently.
She pulled away from the kiss and shouted in choking: Master...
Caesar kissed her: Grace.
The two men's bodies separated slightly, and Caesar wiped away Chen Sirong's tears with his fingertips.The black hair was wet and wrapped around her cheeks, and Caesar also ran away from her ears.
A small face was blushing and wet, and her eyes were even more so.
Caesar asked her: Are you still afraid of me now?
Chen Sirong shook his head heavily.
We've made up, are we?
Chen Sirong nodded heavily.
So can I cry here and take a break today?
Chen Sirong nodded heavily again.
Caesar's fingers gently stroked her lips and asked again:
He turned into a little mute while crying?
Chen Sirong was stunned and couldn't hold back his laughter.
She smiled, and Caesar felt relieved.
I'll take you to wash your face.
He patted Chen Sirong's butt and signaled her to come down first.
Caesar got up and went to shut down the fire in the kitchen first.
Then, he walked to Chen Sirong and asked her:
Do you want to wash in my room or in the guest room?
Chen Sirong held Caesar's hand and whispered:
Master's.
Caesar nodded: OK, then follow me upstairs.
Chen Sirong kept holding Caesar's hand, and Caesar did not let go of her.
On the spacious stairs, the two walked side by side.Chen Sirong was so moved that she was about to shed tears, but she had promised her master that she would not shed tears again.
Walking all the way to the bedroom that the owner had just seen her, Caesar took her in and gave a brief introduction.
The bedroom is very simple and has a large bed.Near the balcony is a seating area surrounded by several sofas.On the other side are the walk-in closet and bathroom.
I heard James say you didn’t sleep all night last night?Caesar asked.
Chen Sirong nodded: Yes.
Then you take a shower here and I will ask someone to bring you the clothes.
Chen Sirong immediately agreed when she thought of her bad underwear.
Caesar turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled by Chen Sirong.
Master, aren't you here?
Caesar gently held her hand and I needed to deal with my wound.
Chen Sirong's eyes moved downward, and then she found that there was already a faint trace of blood on his white shirt.
She instantly knew that it was because she had just sat on Caesar, and she had completely forgotten his wound.
An anxious and annoyed mood suddenly surged into Chen Sirong's heart. She pinched Caesar's shirt with her hands and wanted to lift it up, but Caesar grabbed her wrist.
Grace, it's not a serious matter, don't be so nervous.If I lifted my clothes to show you now, I would be very embarrassed later on the doctor.
Chen Sirong was stunned for a moment, and then instantly understood what Caesar meant.
She withdrew her hand, but still said guiltily: Sorry, Master.
Caesar bent over slightly, his eyes level with her.
Grace, you don't understand one thing.
……What?
I am very grateful for this wound, in a sense, it brought you back to me.
Chen Sirong's eyes were swollen, ...Don't say that, I was too timid and had been delayed for so long.
Caesar stood up straight and reached out to touch Chen Sirong's hair.
Go and take a shower, I will see the wet Chen Sirong later.
Chen Sirong nodded like a drum beat, and quickly turned around and went to the bathroom.
The hot water from the shower head came so quickly that it quickly delivered the steam to every corner of the bathroom.
Chen Sirong took off all her clothes and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
This bathroom has a huge full-length mirror, and Chen Sirong was attracted by the eyes as soon as he came in.
In the mirror, her long, slightly curly black hair hangs fluffy under her breasts, and her bright red nipples and slender shoulders seem to grow out of her black hair.
The narrow, thin and flat waist and abdomen are connected to the round and perky buttocks, and below are a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs.
She stepped on the cool floor tiles with barefoot barefoot.
Chen Sirong closed her eyes, and the damp water vapor slowly wrapped her.
It's like floating in the clouds, like flying on the moon.
Those numb, painful, and conflicted emotions disappeared without a trace on this day. She returned to her master's side and became the lively Chen Sirong again.
After taking a long and careful bath in the bathroom, Chen Sirong only used a hair dryer to blow his hair half dry.
I let go, my hair was still drooping on my shoulders, which was in line with the wet Chen Sirong that the owner wanted.
Walking out of the bathroom, there was a card on the bed: The clothes were already placed in the cloakroom.
Chen Sirong walked into the cloakroom and saw a row of women's clothing hanging.
She hesitated for a moment, turned around, and took out a white shirt from her master's closet.
In the living room, the doctor had just finished packing everything and left.
Caesar put on his clothes again and was sitting on the sofa waiting for Chen Sirong.
The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and his eyes moved silently.
The white, soft barefoots were stepping on the heavy carpet without sound, and the slender calves seemed to be broken in his hand, and their thighs were still not covered by the skirt. Going up, it was surrounded by an empty white shirt.
Her hair was wet and scattered on her light, thin white shirt, fainting from a large area of transparent and wetness.
The bright red nipples then became particularly clear, as if they had been planning to meet again again.
Her face was clear and her eyes were pure, and she asked him: Master, can I wear your shirt?
Caesar looked at her deeply, his breathing being restrained to a very slow state: OK, Grace.
Chen Sirong smiled softly at him and continued to walk towards him.
Caesar remained motionless and leaned against the soft sofa.
Watching her walk to her, watching her walk between her legs, and watching her kneel down.
Master, can I see your wound?she asked.
Can.He said.
Chen Sirong went to untie his trouser belt. She was even a little clumsy and couldn't pull it away.Or, it's because the pants are too tight.
The belt drooped one side, the buttons were easily opened, and Chen Sirong's fingers pinched his zipper all the way down.
The wound has been reprocessed and bandaged by the doctor, and the snow-white cloth looks clean and pure.
But... the gray underwear had already revealed traces of emotion.
Grace, do you know what you are doing?Caesar said in a deep voice.
Chen Sirong looked up at the master.
Yes, master.I'm doing what my master did for Grace.
Enough, enough.
The white wall completely fell off and the domino pushed to the last one.
If the owner is even willing to ignore the danger for the safety talisman, then Chen Sirong will have no reason to continue to be cowardly.
Caesar got up and walked to her side.
Instead of sitting on the sofa, he squatted in front of Chen Sirong.
Holding her trembling hands, she asked her to look at him from her tears.
Chen Sirong's chest was still rising and falling, but the moment Caesar held her hand, she couldn't help but hug her.
Caesar picked her up, stood up, and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Chen Sirong was hugged on his body, his legs tightly clamped against his waist.
The hot, wet face snuggled up to his face, tears fell down her eyes to his face.
The tip of the nose is skewed to the tip of the nose, and the lips are against the lips.
Kissing was almost instinct. Chen Sirong hugged Caesar's neck and wanted to kiss him, but Caesar leaned back slightly, stared at her eyes, and said:
Grace, friends won't kiss their lips.
Even when this time comes, he wants her to figure out the relationship between them first.
Caesar's answer here has always been Yes, but he needs to know Chen Sirong's answer at this moment.
She was not drunk at the moment, her thoughts were clear at the moment, and he wanted a definite answer.
Chen Sirong's tears even more, like a stream that was soaking the faces between the two.But she knew that she shouldn't shy away, at least this time she had to give a clear answer.
Tears were temporarily stopped by her, her chest undulating and exhaling, her lips tightly against his ears.
Master, I miss you very much.
Chen Sirong began to speak Chinese with Caesar again, and her tears once again burst out of control.
The loss is restored and the jade is returned to Zhao.
Chen Sirong's thin body was lying on Caesar's chest, and his arms folded, completely putting her on his chest without missing a trace.
The first thing I kissed was her tears.
Chen Sirong was stunned, and Caesar kissed and sucked the tears on her eyelashes and cheeks.
Then, kissed her nose.
Finally, come to her lips.
The lips, which became more rosy due to crying, also seemed to become more fragile.
Caesar's kiss was light, slowly tracing along the outline of her lips.
Chen Sirong's whole body was tense, and he could only tighten his legs and arms to restrain his desire to tremble.
Her palm also stroked Caesar's cheek and gradually took the kiss back to her hand.
She carefully sucked her master's lips and felt her master's response.
Everything is too precious and pity.
Start rubbing from all the small places again, and cannot bear to swallow anything whole.
Chen Sirong carefully took the forehead, eyebrows, eyelashes, cheeks, and then the tip of the nose and the jaw with slightly stubble growth.
My fingers were still stroking the place where the end of my eyebrows were injured last time, confirming that there were no traces of wounds there.
The kiss ended in the jaw, not sucking his Adam's apple, nor trying to make him hard.
In the strong emotions, sexual desire becomes unremarkable.
The lips finally coincided with Caesar's, and they kissed and rubbed endlessly in the quiet living room, as if they wanted to make up for all the time they were separated.
Chen Sirong's body gradually calmed down, but tears were still flowing silently.
She pulled away from the kiss and shouted in choking: Master...
Caesar kissed her: Grace.
The two men's bodies separated slightly, and Caesar wiped away Chen Sirong's tears with his fingertips.The black hair was wet and wrapped around her cheeks, and Caesar also ran away from her ears.
A small face was blushing and wet, and her eyes were even more so.
Caesar asked her: Are you still afraid of me now?
Chen Sirong shook his head heavily.
We've made up, are we?
Chen Sirong nodded heavily.
So can I cry here and take a break today?
Chen Sirong nodded heavily again.
Caesar's fingers gently stroked her lips and asked again:
He turned into a little mute while crying?
Chen Sirong was stunned and couldn't hold back his laughter.
She smiled, and Caesar felt relieved.
I'll take you to wash your face.
He patted Chen Sirong's butt and signaled her to come down first.
Caesar got up and went to shut down the fire in the kitchen first.
Then, he walked to Chen Sirong and asked her:
Do you want to wash in my room or in the guest room?
Chen Sirong held Caesar's hand and whispered:
Master's.
Caesar nodded: OK, then follow me upstairs.
Chen Sirong kept holding Caesar's hand, and Caesar did not let go of her.
On the spacious stairs, the two walked side by side.Chen Sirong was so moved that she was about to shed tears, but she had promised her master that she would not shed tears again.
Walking all the way to the bedroom that the owner had just seen her, Caesar took her in and gave a brief introduction.
The bedroom is very simple and has a large bed.Near the balcony is a seating area surrounded by several sofas.On the other side are the walk-in closet and bathroom.
I heard James say you didn’t sleep all night last night?Caesar asked.
Chen Sirong nodded: Yes.
Then you take a shower here and I will ask someone to bring you the clothes.
Chen Sirong immediately agreed when she thought of her bad underwear.
Caesar turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled by Chen Sirong.
Master, aren't you here?
Caesar gently held her hand and I needed to deal with my wound.
Chen Sirong's eyes moved downward, and then she found that there was already a faint trace of blood on his white shirt.
She instantly knew that it was because she had just sat on Caesar, and she had completely forgotten his wound.
An anxious and annoyed mood suddenly surged into Chen Sirong's heart. She pinched Caesar's shirt with her hands and wanted to lift it up, but Caesar grabbed her wrist.
Grace, it's not a serious matter, don't be so nervous.If I lifted my clothes to show you now, I would be very embarrassed later on the doctor.
Chen Sirong was stunned for a moment, and then instantly understood what Caesar meant.
She withdrew her hand, but still said guiltily: Sorry, Master.
Caesar bent over slightly, his eyes level with her.
Grace, you don't understand one thing.
……What?
I am very grateful for this wound, in a sense, it brought you back to me.
Chen Sirong's eyes were swollen, ...Don't say that, I was too timid and had been delayed for so long.
Caesar stood up straight and reached out to touch Chen Sirong's hair.
Go and take a shower, I will see the wet Chen Sirong later.
Chen Sirong nodded like a drum beat, and quickly turned around and went to the bathroom.
The hot water from the shower head came so quickly that it quickly delivered the steam to every corner of the bathroom.
Chen Sirong took off all her clothes and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
This bathroom has a huge full-length mirror, and Chen Sirong was attracted by the eyes as soon as he came in.
In the mirror, her long, slightly curly black hair hangs fluffy under her breasts, and her bright red nipples and slender shoulders seem to grow out of her black hair.
The narrow, thin and flat waist and abdomen are connected to the round and perky buttocks, and below are a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs.
She stepped on the cool floor tiles with barefoot barefoot.
Chen Sirong closed her eyes, and the damp water vapor slowly wrapped her.
It's like floating in the clouds, like flying on the moon.
Those numb, painful, and conflicted emotions disappeared without a trace on this day. She returned to her master's side and became the lively Chen Sirong again.
After taking a long and careful bath in the bathroom, Chen Sirong only used a hair dryer to blow his hair half dry.
I let go, my hair was still drooping on my shoulders, which was in line with the wet Chen Sirong that the owner wanted.
Walking out of the bathroom, there was a card on the bed: The clothes were already placed in the cloakroom.
Chen Sirong walked into the cloakroom and saw a row of women's clothing hanging.
She hesitated for a moment, turned around, and took out a white shirt from her master's closet.
In the living room, the doctor had just finished packing everything and left.
Caesar put on his clothes again and was sitting on the sofa waiting for Chen Sirong.
The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and his eyes moved silently.
The white, soft barefoots were stepping on the heavy carpet without sound, and the slender calves seemed to be broken in his hand, and their thighs were still not covered by the skirt. Going up, it was surrounded by an empty white shirt.
Her hair was wet and scattered on her light, thin white shirt, fainting from a large area of transparent and wetness.
The bright red nipples then became particularly clear, as if they had been planning to meet again again.
Her face was clear and her eyes were pure, and she asked him: Master, can I wear your shirt?
Caesar looked at her deeply, his breathing being restrained to a very slow state: OK, Grace.
Chen Sirong smiled softly at him and continued to walk towards him.
Caesar remained motionless and leaned against the soft sofa.
Watching her walk to her, watching her walk between her legs, and watching her kneel down.
Master, can I see your wound?she asked.
Can.He said.
Chen Sirong went to untie his trouser belt. She was even a little clumsy and couldn't pull it away.Or, it's because the pants are too tight.
The belt drooped one side, the buttons were easily opened, and Chen Sirong's fingers pinched his zipper all the way down.
The wound has been reprocessed and bandaged by the doctor, and the snow-white cloth looks clean and pure.
But... the gray underwear had already revealed traces of emotion.
Grace, do you know what you are doing?Caesar said in a deep voice.
Chen Sirong looked up at the master.
Yes, master.I'm doing what my master did for Grace.
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