Chapter 674 (1/2)

The sunshine in the morning is warm, the atmosphere on Yuren island is young and peaceful, and the girls' clear laughter spreads. In the island, the relaxed mood just over the crisis makes the whole island full of very happy mood. Some old feathered people who did not want to reproduce went to drink the spring water of their mother and son secretly after this incident, and felt the brilliance of their belly.

Young plumed girls did not have that idea, but often looked up at the direction of the uncle's residence, and did not know what they were thinking.

But today we are all looking at the temple entrance.

There stood a soft girl outside the temple where they prayed and offered sacrifices.

Literally, it's so soft it's almost paralyzed.

The hardest mussel shell was tightly bound by a string of Buddhist beads, and she was not allowed to close it. Standing there in broad daylight, Rao was holding her hands and feet tightly. An'an still felt that she was almost like a big shape.

The habit of relying on mussel shells to protect and cover them up. Once the clam shells are spread out like this, they will be totally naked in the heart Audit is not allowed. The description is similar.

In fact, her dress is complete and neat, and her light blue dress is very beautiful. There are no restrictions on hands and feet, but I feel that there is no place to put it, and holding together can not stop that sense of shame.

This is entirely their own internal factors, in the view of Yu Ren, she can hardly understand this strange emotion. She opened the shell of the clam. It looks like a feather opens its wings. People open their wings every day. They are generous and open-minded. They think it is a very beautiful performance. Who would have thought it would be shameful to have such a beautiful pair of ”wings”?

It's not taking off your clothes. What are you thinking?

People and people are not the same, feathered people and mussel women are completely different species, it is too difficult to understand each other.

”Mom, she's curious. Why does she shrink?”

”Yes, her face is red. Who bullied her?”

”I don't know She's a little short. Maybe she's too short. She's ashamed

Qin Yi almost laughs when he hears it in the dark. He is a little short. Although An'an is not tall, she is about one meter six. For a soft girl, this height is not short. It's because you are too tall. You can't move more than one meter. Your feather clothes are nearly 1.8 meters. All the models are thin and tall. They despise other people's soft girls

In fact, some people are older than you Feather people are generally not too big, only moderate, compared with the proportion of the body, but it appears small, the proportion of people's safety looks larger Soft, up

Well, no, I'm not. Where do I go This is to teach the apprentice, is to eliminate her introverted temperament, is to perform need to be generous! It's not for comparison, eh.

An'an's face was as red as blood, and she felt that it was burning fast. The finger pointing of the feather people nearby continued:

”what is she doing? Why is she standing at the gate of our temple

”I don't know. I heard that I was punished by my uncle.”

”Why did you punish her? Did you not serve her well enough?”

Ann: ”what

Is there something wrong with your badminton value orientation? What's the connection between punishment and service?

Listen to another feather person answer: ”that is our God, when round get mussel female to wait on?”

”She's shrinking, anyway.”

Qin Yi said:

An an:

An was extremely ashamed. She was ashamed to have her shell open like this. She was looked at and commented on her figure. She was also regarded as a bad servant I feel like I'm standing in the brothel to give my guests evaluation

No, why do I know brothels? I haven't been there!

Everyone's eyes shot at all parts of the body like arrows. Every place they looked at was like they were moving their hands and feet. Ann felt that she was not strong. She was touched here and there for a while

It seems that the electric current is surging wildly, and it will soon faint after being stimulated.

I feel that pearls are secreted, and I don't know where they came from

An'an feels confused, and the whispers of the feather people are whispering again:

”in fact, the wings of this mussel girl are beautiful in texture, as thin as cicada wings, with beautiful patterns, and they look like amber glass.”

”But the shape is very strange. If it is vertical, semicircular or narrow, isn't it just a cylinder?”

”So she is a razor clam?”

Ann finally can't help but say, ”I'm a clam!”

A group of feathered men turn their heads and stare.