809 No Matter How You Look at It, It Seems Like You Are Laughing at Her

And, strangest of all, bells hung from all three chains.

There are two bells hanging on each of the two exercise chairs. Lu Man didn't count the longer one, but it is a ring of bells anyway.

The short two don't fit well on her wrist, and the long one, definitely not a necklace, is a bit too long.

"What is this?" Lu Man fiddled with the bell with her fingertips.

The bell is not big, only the nail cap of the little finger. The chain and the bell are all rose gold.

Look carefully, the production is very delicate, every detail is exquisite.

Fiddle with it, and the bell immediately makes a crisp and pleasant sound.

Lu Mann carefully looked at one bell, and then at the other one. When her fingertips touched it, she found that the clear ringtone seemed to have a higher pitch.

Surprised, Lu Man went to shake each of them, and found that each bell had a different tone.

"What is this?" Lu Man became more and more curious, "The tone is different."

Lu Man picked up a short chain, put it on his wrist and gestured, "It's too long."

Lu Man looked at Han Zhuoli with a smile, and laughed at him, "You don't even know the size of my wrist?"

"How could it be possible not to know?" Han Zhuoli held her wrist with his long fingers, and his slightly rough fingertips slid lightly on the inside of her delicate wrist, causing patches of trembling on her delicate skin, as if an electric current was flowing jump up.

Lu Man trembled, and the place on his wrist where his fingers had rubbed it turned red.

It was obvious that he had no strength at all.

Han Zhuoli took her wrist, and kissed lightly on the flushed inner part.

When the soft lips were pressed against her, Lu Manren immediately went limp.

"Every time I want you, I've measured every part of you. Besides, I especially like to hold your wrist." Han Zhuoli said, his thin lips rubbed up along the inside of her wrist with.

Lu Mann trembled, his scalp tingling.

What he said suddenly was so blunt, even a little rude.

But Lu Man didn't feel disgusted by what he said, but felt a little bit instead.

Lu Man blushed in embarrassment, because his rude words aroused feelings, this... this is too shameful. Shameful.

"Not just your wrist, I even know the size of your ankle." Han Zhuoli kissed from the inside of her wrist to her shoulder, all the way up, and finally landed on her lips.

After a brief kiss, they separated immediately.

On the contrary, Lu Mann never expected that Han Zhuoli would just kiss him instantly, and wanted to kiss her.

In the end, when Han Zhuoli left, she was still pursing her lips.

When Lu Mann reacted, Han Zhuoli was looking at her with a half-smile.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be laughing at her.

Lu Mann: "..."

I seem to be passionate about myself!

She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, not looking at him.

Angrily, he kicked Han Zhuoli, "Don't laugh at me!"

As a result, as soon as the foot kicked over, before it touched him, he was held by him.

The white and soft feet seemed to be completely covered by his hands, the heat from his palms continuously spread to the soles of her feet, then to her legs, all the way to the top of her head.

Lu Mann was so startled that she hurriedly wanted to take it back, but Han Zhuoli held it tightly and refused to let it go.

Lu Mann was so embarrassed, her feet weren't hands, why were she holding on to them!

Although I just came out of the shower, my feet are clean, neither dirty nor smelly, and my toenails have been trimmed short and neat, but I still feel uncomfortable.