810 The Third One Is Me

But Han Zhuoli held it in the palm of his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Her toenails were dyed a light pink, which was whiter against her complexion.

Lu Man covered her face, unable to see, and suddenly felt a soft touch on her toes, so startled that she quickly took her hand away to look.

It happened that Han Zhuoli had just finished kissing her toes.

Lu Mann's face flushed red, as if it could explode at any time.

"You...why do you kiss everywhere!" Lu Man felt so embarrassed.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a ray of coolness on his ankles.

Looking again, he actually put the short chain on her ankle.

It turned out to be an anklet, the length was just right.

The chain is very thin, like a thin thread on the white ankle.

Fortunately, Lu Mann's ankles were also slender, and wearing a thin chain made her look even lighter.

The rose gold color made her skin as white as fat, making Han Zhuoli greedy.

When Lu Mann was taken aback, Han Zhuoli put on her other ankle as well.

As soon as Lu Mann moved his foot, the bell rang crisply, jingling like some unknown tune.

Lu Mann didn't dare to move anymore, and there was a sound when she moved, which felt strange.

Han Zhuoli took the long one over again.

It wasn't until Lu Mann's waist felt cool that he realized that the long one was actually tied around his waist.

She has a thin waist, beautiful curves, and a flat belly. Although there is no vest line, the soft and white waist is more attractive.

The thin rose-gold chain hung loosely around her waist. Han Zhuoli looked at it, and his breathing became rough. He lowered his head, followed the thin chain around her waist, and kissed lightly on her delicate skin.

Lu Mann's lower abdomen couldn't help but twitched tightly, trembling non-stop, holding his shoulders with both hands, not knowing what she wanted, so she could only call his name one after another.

"Zhuo Li... Zhuo Li..."

"I'm here." Han Zhuoli said in a low voice, but he kept moving.

He held her slender wrists with his palms, placed them on both sides of her face, and gently stroked her wrists with his fingertips, as if he was measuring something.

"I hold your wrist like this every day, how could I not know how thin your wrist is?" Han Zhuoli said on her lips.

Lu Man suddenly felt that his wrist was very hot.

At this time, Han Zhuoli suddenly let go of her wrist, but held her ankle, "Even here, I hold it every day. With my eyes closed, I can hold it as slender as it should be."

Lu Man blushed, and suddenly felt that the word "holding every day" seemed to have a lot of depth.

Oops, she's dirty!

Lu Man groaned and covered her face.

However, every time Han Zhuoli held her ankle, wasn't it the... time?

Han Zhuoli smiled lightly, hooked the anklet, "This is the second birthday present."

Lu Man's mind was a little blurry, and she asked in a daze, "The second one, is there a third one?"

"Yes." Han Zhuoli's hoarse voice seemed a little tense, "It's me."

As soon as the voice fell, he went in.

Lu Man hummed and hugged Han Zhuoli tightly.

As he bumped, Lu Man's ankles and waist trembled.

The bell tied to it made a tinkling sound.

Sometimes it babbles quickly, and sometimes it narrates slowly, really like a piece of music being played.

Lu Man was too embarrassed to listen, the sound of the bell was all in line with his rhythm!

Hearing the jingle of bells, Lu Man felt ashamed.