Chapter 184 Playboy, don’t flirt without sex.

There was a sudden knock at the door.

Alice was messing around on the sofa.

John’s pants were also wet.

Don’t get him wrong.

He just poured himself a glass of water and spilled it on his pants by accident.

It was Alice’s fault. She suddenly let John admire her tiny feet painted with fluorescent nail polish

when crawling, but he didn’t listen to her. So she flew over and water spilled.

John refuses, so Alice put her feet directly over him, and the water spilled.

While they were messing around.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Alice groaned, “There was no doubt that it was Emily Wood. By the way, I have to hide!”

Then she climbed down from the sofa.

Yes.

The sofa was not high, but she just used the crawling posture, as if she was deliberately showing her curvaceous figure. She even knelt on one knee at the edge of the sofa and paused for a moment.

John ignored her.

He thought, ‘women would only affect my speed of drawing my

sword!‘

picked up her shoes and ran to the balcony,

speechless and said, “Alice, you are my sister. Isn’t it normal

outside, “get out of here. There is no one you are looking for, and I’m invisible now. Besides, don’t tell anyone that I’m here,

on earth did

John felt a headache.

He couldn’t let the girl stand

to run to

a thin nightdress. Her two smooth and long legs were

take you so long to open the door?” Emily asked

a shower just now. Hearing your knock at the door, I put on my clothes

look like you have

you see my pants are

going to

pants and didn’t go on. She

celebrate the end of your first class,

she wrinkled her

was

perfume on her was neither pungent nor strong, but it could stay in the air for a

“Ahem…”

smelled the perfume when

‘you are the real coquette. Your brothers and sisters are all coquette…

opened the bottle and said, “Beautiful Emily, didn’t you say that you wanted to

the first time that John lived in this house,

a few glasses of

do you know that I really like you from the bottom of my heart, which has nothing to do with the family interests? Last time at my home, you were drunk. My

you.”

to John, but she didn’t know that last

was silent for

Before he could respond.

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