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Chapter 59 Metamorphosis(2/2)

A thief who steals underwear?

Crossdressing fetish?

abnormal?

Similar thoughts emerged one after another in Han Ying's mind like a crab spitting bubbles.

She seemed to see Liao Qiu running around the street with naked body in her underwear.

I also saw Liao Qiu hiding in a dark corner and rubbing his genitals hard with his panties.

Finally, the little man was stamped with countless mosaics on his face, and terrible words such as "AV", "pseudo-woman", and "psychologically disordered patients" gradually changed.

The anger gradually subsided, but the anger could not fade.

Han Ying raised her eyebrows again and asked viciously: "Why didn't you take Sister Cao's? You just steal mine?"

Cao Rui lives next to Han Ying, and several women's underwear are often placed together to dry.

Han Ying remembered very clearly that when the underwear was lost, Cao Rui's stockings and thongs were hanging next to her. Perhaps because of her age and experience, Cao Rui's underwear was very sexy—the black thongs were very small, with lace on the edges of the transparent mesh sand, which was smooth and delicate, making people imagine. In terms of style or material, they were not comparable to those of her own cotton underwear.

It's like a thief who breaks into the vault only takes gross tickets, not a hundred-dollar bill. He only contains RMB and does not touch the US dollar and pounds.

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense.

Han Ying smiled grimly, a strange light flashed in her pupils. She took a deep breath, lowered her body again, pressed Liao Qiu down from the air, and roared in anger: "Say! Why do you want this?"

Poor Liao Qiu's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. He shrank and replied tremblingly: "...I...I like you."

The answer is straightforward and unexpected.

Han Ying's eyes suddenly widened, a hint of surprise and panic flashed across her face.

The first time a boy confessed to her.

When Han Ying was in school, there were many girls around him in love. Especially those girls with a superior family background and beautiful appearance, they were very popular among boys. No matter where they appeared, they always felt like stars were lying on the moon. Boys would invite them to go out for fun, watch movies together, and help do all kinds of affairs. This seemed to have become the exclusive patent for beautiful girls. Their heads were always raised very high and their long necks were stretched out, like noble and elegant white swans.

Han Ying knew that she was an ugly duckling.

She and her sister both died and lived on Weibo's pensions and relief funds. Precious clothing is just a luxury that is out of reach. Every month's money must be carefully calculated, and extra expenses mean hunger. Fortunately, Lao Song and Tao Yuan, who used to live in the same building, took good care of them. Anyone who cooks delicious food will share a little with each other. The mother-in-law on the third and sixth floors will also send some old clothes from their granddaughters from time to time. Although the color is a bit dark, it is washed clean and exudes the unique fragrance of sunshine.

No boy wrote love letters to Han Ying, and no one asked her to watch a movie together. Han Ying didn't know how her sister was, but she was always silent in the class. She didn't like to talk and just smiled when encountering things. She had a very ordinary appearance, no parents with prominent status, and her academic performance was mediocre, and she would not attract attention wherever she went.

She never thought that Liao Qiu would say such things to her.

Liao Qiu is quite handsome.

Very humorous, like a monkey with infinite fun no matter where you go.

This is not a derogatory meaning. Without him, I believe everyone in the team would feel that something is missing. Just like the lubricant of a machine, it is difficult to find, but it always plays a role when it is important.

Liao Qiu kept secretly observing the expression on Han Ying's face.

He suddenly felt that things were not as bad as he thought. He did like this girl, nor was he the pervert who steals underwear and wears it quietly on his body. He just wanted to get a personal item belonging to Han Ying.
Chapter completed!
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