One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 2173: Uncle, I really, can’t do it!

Ten minutes later.

Nalan Xiner finally can't bear it anymore, she has reached her limit.

The voice seems to be sobbing, it seems to be pleading, every tone has a charming ending, which makes people listen to it, and my heart is swelled: "Uncle, I...I...can't do it...uh ...really...no, no way..."

"Is this going to fail?" Dongfang Yunhe's hand didn't stop.

On the contrary, it is more powerful and skillful.

"Woooo, uncle...please..."

"Please what?"

"Wow, no more... stop..."

"Don't stop?"

"Wow, no! It's..."

"That's what you want?"

"Wow..."

Nalan Xiner was tricked, and her consciousness was a little sluggish.

She is so eloquent, she can't say anything about this unscrupulous bad uncle!

Uncle Mansao, you are so bad!

Dongfang Yunhe is teasing~ I've had enough, my endurance is finally stretched to the limit, and I finally put my hand away: "Little thing, remember, this time it's your beggar..."

The Princess cruise ship dashes through the waves at high speed.

Dongfang Yunhe is like the speed of a giant ship, moving...

A string of bright white waves were carried up by the speed of the cruise ship.

And between Dongfang Yunhe and Nalan Xiner, also brought a string of crystal water...

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The Princess cruise ship has five floors.

At this moment, the banquet hall on the top floor is in full swing to arrange the dance and dinner venues.

In the first-class VIP room on the fourth floor, Nalan Xiner and Dongfang Yunhe are having a sweet battle.

The good sound insulation material made Nalan Xiner's coquettish moan, Dongfang Yunhe's low muffled groan, and the creaky sound of the bed board shaking, all locked in the room.

In the first-class lounge on the third floor, the students of class B were excitedly preparing their costumes and make-up for the masquerade.

On the other hand, Song Song, in his room, silently lowered his head and painted.

After painting for a while, she always felt that her painting was not perfect.

Looks like something is missing?

She tilted her head, looking left and right, and couldn't see anything missing.

In the second-class cabin on the second floor, the distinguished guests were in groups of three and two, chatting about business cooperation.

The ladies, on the other hand, are comfortably enjoying the top-level services brought by the top beauticians of the Xuanyuan Beauty Club arranged by Nalan Xiner...

Everyone is full of praise for tonight's arrangement.

In one of the rooms, Nalan Feng sat on the sofa with a sullen face.

A pair of skinny legs, soaked in the bathtub.

Lan Zhirou is kneeling on the ground, reaching out to Nalanfeng—washing her feet!

She endured Nalanfeng's foot odor, and even praised her against her will: "Aunt, your nails are so beautiful, I'll give you a nail shape later, right? This way you will look better when you wear high heels. ..."

Na Lanfeng snorted coldly, noncommittal.

Lan Zhirou knew that this was acquiescence, and hurriedly rubbed Nalanfeng's feet even harder.

When her nails rubbed the greasy layer on the soles of Nalanfeng's feet, she almost vomited in disgust.

I really don't understand this aunt. There are so many servants in the Nalan family, why don't you take good care of your feet?

Or is it that it was maintained before going out yesterday, and it stinks so quickly after an overnight international flight?

God, this has to be someone with smelly feet to secrete so much oil?

However, no matter how dirty, smelly or disgusting Nalanfeng's feet are, Lan Zhirou has to endure it and serve her.

Because this is her only chance to stay!

Seeing that Nalanfeng was rubbed by her~ it seemed to gradually become more comfortable, Lan Zhirou quickly and cautiously said: "Aunt, please, don't drive me away, okay?"

Seeing that Nalanfeng was still expressionless, Lan Zhirou was cruel, and said: "Aunt, look, there are not enough servants here, and Nalan Xiner's sloppy girl deliberately did not arrange for you If you are ordered, you can treat me as your personal servant, and you can keep me waiting for you!"

Na Lanfeng's face darkened even more.

Lan Zhirou's words hit her in the sore foot.