She sat on his thighs, and his thighs were slightly spread out, and her hips could instinctively feel that they were being held back by a hot hard object, which was still beating alive.

At that moment, a scary thought suddenly appeared in her brain: He wouldn't give him himself as a gift, right?

She was knocked down by her thoughts, so she instinctively wanted to struggle to slide down from his legs, while he grabbed her shoulder with one hand and whispered: "Don't move, it's all right away!

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It's going to be done soon? She was curious again. She and he were both dressed as King of Friday, and they hadn't even taken off their clothes yet. How could it be done immediately?

Could it be that his thing also has the function of piercing the fabric of two people? Or is it that the gift he gave was not himself?

Just as Fang Xiao was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a slightly cool object on his neck, which gave people the feeling of wood, hardness, but not the texture of metal.

"Okay," as Xi Lingheng's voice, she slowly opened her eyes.

Opposite was the wardrobe with a mirror, just a few short distance away from them. She looked at herself in the mirror and had a string of necklaces on her neck.

This is a string of pearl necklaces, but each pearl has a different shape and color, but it is connected together by a transparent thread, which looks very beautiful when worn on her neck.

Of course, such pearl necklaces are not high-quality. They can almost be said to be made of the lowest quality and the most inconspicuous pearls. Generally, the cheapest pearl necklaces sold on the market are more than ten times more beautiful than this one.

"Where did you get the money to buy the pearl?" she immediately turned around and asked him.

The reason for asking this is because she knew that the necklace was probably worn by himself, because the necklace he sold could not be strung together with such uneven pearls.

He smiled, hugged her tighter, put his head on her neck, looked at the two of them in the mirror, and his thin lips exhaled a hot breath between her cheeks.

"I won't tell you." He deliberately kept it insincerely, and his thin lips finally touched her cheek. He kissed him hard before asking, "Xiaoxiao, don't you give me Christmas Eve gifts?"

His tone was full of ambiguity, his eyes were full of expectation, and even, he invisibly hugged her body tighter and tighter, so that she and his body were closely connected.

But she turned around immediately. Perhaps because he hugged her too tightly, she felt a little difficult to breathe, so she couldn't help but push him away and said, "Of course, I'm getting a salary of 99 yuan?"

She accompanied him to work as an hourly worker in the restaurant for a month, and finally lost all the losses and left nine yuan, and she used the 99 yuan to buy him a lighter.

He doesn't like smoking, but occasionally he smokes one or two. She sees that he usually uses that kind of disposable lighter, and sometimes he just doesn't buy a new one after using up. If he wants to smoke, he has to unscrew the gas stove and ignite it.

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So she bought him the cheapest flint lighter, which can be used to ignite with gasoline. Originally, this firearm costs 139, but she grinds the uncle who sells the lighter for a long time.

Finally bought it for 99 yuan.
Chapter completed!