Chapter 75 I Want You To Meet My Grandpa And My Mom

"Uh..."

Jean closed the frosted glass bathroom door with the back of his hand to enjoy what was happening with a peace of mind. He looked down and saw Marie's pale and well-proportioned thighs as well as her round and supple toes.

She stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward. Her body pressed against him and they got busy.

"Uh, hurry up..."

Jean pressed the back of Marie's head and thrust forward.

He urged her without a hint of gentleness at all. "Hurry up. Ah... You're a naughty girl, aren't you..."

Bianca got out of the taxi and walked into the neighborhood.

It was a very old neighborhood in A City. Many years ago, her dad bought a house in that neighborhood that had two bedrooms and one living room.

In the house, it was littered with many of Bianca's memories, but most of them were bad ones.

When Bianca walked in, she looked at the old corridor that she had not walked through for more than five years. She remembered how she moved in to live with Marie before she graduated from junior high school.

Dad had told her at that time, "This is your sister. She’s two years older than you. You two should get along well, alright?”

The then naive Bianca smiled and said, "Okay!"

Marie also said, "Don't worry, Dad. I’ll take care of my little sister."

What actually happened was that on the first night they stayed together, her blanket was hogged away in the middle of the night. Before she could ask for the blanket back, her sister whom she had yet to get to know lost her temper and kicked her onto the floor. However, it was debatable whether the sister was asleep or not when she did that.

She knocked her forehead onto the cabinet next to the bed. She bled a little but endured the pain and did not cry.

The next morning, Dad saw her injury and asked her what happened.

suddenly rushed forward kindly, holding her face, and saying with distress, "Bea, how did you hurt your head? Did you get out of bed last night to drink water and didn't know where the lights were? Wake me up next time. I’ll get

was still young, she did not know how to continue after her sister said that. She thought that perhaps her sister did not

the house was Jennifer. Therefore, she knew she had to be on her best behavior

drank in the room at night because it was

belonged to Marie, she slapped Bianca as she cursed at her. "How dare you pick up all these bad habits despite being at this age?! Children from small

daughter's bad behavior, Jennifer slapped her until her face

overseas, she cried and said that she wanted to go back to live with her grandfather. Even though life

finally understood how scary and

about to ring the doorbell, she realized that the

she was coming and opened it for

door

such a

"Co... Co..."

expect to hear the man's rapid breathing that was accompanied by his pleasurable

more beautiful? Me or Bianca? If

you... Hurry up and suck... Don't stop..." Jean's mouth was taken over by his brain that was overcome by desire. He felt as if

If you say that I'm more beautiful than her... Shouldn't you go after the one who's more beautiful..."

annoyed at that point. He was rushing and wanted

Marie did not oblige.

through his words. He said, "It's because you're way too beautiful for me. I was afraid that you’re way out of my league, so I didn't go after you... I had no choice but to go after her instead. You're a literal goddess... Way too beautiful for

or feel angry. On

in Jennifer's dressing table drawer in their bedroom. Apparently, the drawer was

sure to increase Jean's appetite in time

renewed ID card,

card twice in the past 40-something years, so he never brought his new ID card with

in her

knew when Bianca had come in, and she saw Bianca leaving through the frosted glass door. She faked a moan to show that she was having a lot of

and stopped in

overlapping figures in the bathroom and said with consideration, "I got the ID card. I'll be leaving. Don't worry, I'll close the

Slam!

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255