When Lin Xiaoxian woke up at 11 o'clock, the first thing he did when he woke up was to ask if he felt comfortable sleeping on the 8th.

"Yeah, it's comfortable."

On the 8th, he hugged Lin Xiaoxian's neck and leaned over to sniff it:

"You are here, Lina feels comfortable."

This time she didn't use "master" but "you".

It seems that I really sleep well.

Lin Xiaoxian smiled knowingly. He was worried that No. 8 would feel uncomfortable sleeping in pantyhose, but then he suddenly realized that with the experiences she and Monica had experienced, he should have slept in various harsh environments, and a mere layer of elastic attachments was nothing.

Of course, this layer of "mere attachment" will help Lin Xiaoxian sleep.

It’s not that he is perverted, but when the obedient touch, the warm and jade-like heat, and the floating softness of the faint fragrance are attached to you, it really feels healing when you fall asleep.

Just like after playing with Mu Changqing, Lin Xiaoxian can sleep with her two graceful stockings and beautiful legs.

As for Mu Changqing...

Although it is definitely not as adaptable as Monicas, fortunately, my nephew is very capable and understands her points very well, so it is very harmonious every time and will be very exhausted afterwards.

In this way, she naturally doesn't care about being picky, so she can sleep in silk stockings, even if the sword blade is still in the scabbard, she can still hug Lin Xiaoxian and sleep sweetly.

...

"Xiaoshu really doesn't wake up no matter how much she quarreled..."

Lin Xiaoxian looked at the sister on the other side. After only two or three seconds, her face was held over by a pair of small hands again.

“…”

"?"

The 8th turned his face and looked at him, and then said nothing.

Lin Xiaoxian wanted to turn to see her sister again, but she was praised back again.

This time she explained:

"Sister Xiaoshu is sleeping... the master wants to accompany Lina..."

“…”

Lin Xiaoxian's mouth twitched a little. The relationship between Lin Xiaoshu and No. 8 reminded him of Mu Changqing and Xia Luoqiu.

It's just that they are not as cruel as they are.

After all, that is the world of big women.

...

"ah--"

After waking up, Lin Xiaoxian stretched and stretched with the owner on the 8th. Then when he knelt on the bed and asked Lin Xiaoxian to dress her, Lin Xiaoxian noticed that there was a familiar strip of cloth on the quilt.

"Ah, Lina's underwear fell off."

Well…

Although it was true, after saying it, Lin Xiaoxian felt that this was a bit strange and revealed a perverted smell.

However, Lin Xiaoxian picked it up and then stopped when he was about to stick it to her.

Huh?

Isn't this good?

Not dropped, then this...

oh!

Lin Xiaoxian slapped his head.

Yes, there are three band-aids on her body...

So Lin Xiaoxian’s hand is not underwear, but underwear.

"..." Lin Xiaoxian stretched his neck and looked at No. 8 with embarrassment.

"..." No. 8 was still expressionless and was quietly waiting for Lin Xiaoxian.

This thing can fall out even though it is wrapped in pantyhose, Lin Xiaoxian also found it incredible, but now he doesn't dare to look at the waist of No. 8 anyway.

The Band-Aid held in your hand, considering the particularity of its use position, it must have completely lost its stickiness and cannot be used.

"I'll find you a new one."

Lin Xiaoxian got up and got out of bed. Looking at the old band-aid that was still vaguely warm in his hand, he always felt a faint deep and special fragrance that was different from the sweet body fragrance of No. 8.

"…cough…"

Lin Xiaoxian naturally knew where this breath came from, so he felt a little ashamed, so he felt a little dry.

Of course, even if you feel beautiful, Lin Xiaoxian will definitely not smell it quietly!

That's really perverted!

right!

Dame!

Lin Xiaoxian gathered up his righteousness and came to the trash can.

Bang.

However, after stepping on it, he thought of a problem.

If a person is quite perverted, then isn't there much difference between a big pervert and a small pervert...

“…”

Lin Xiaoxian thought for 0.1 second and shook his head, abandoned this terrible idea and threw it straight away.

"I'll throw it~"

The Band-Aid fell into the trash can, but what Lin Xiaoxian didn't notice was that the moment the Band-Aid separated from his fingertips, a short "silk-touching scene" was staged...

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After searching in the Chinese medicine box at home for a while, Lin Xiaoxian took a new Band-Aid.

"There's no way, this is the only one."

When Lin Xiaoxian handed it to No. 8, his old face was very hot:

"Our family...there is only this kind of cartoon and transparent, Lina, you..."

Lina didn't dislike it. Before Lin Xiaoxian finished speaking, she took it over. She gently lifted the waist of her pantyhose with her hands, brushed it and stepped back between her legs.

Lin Xiaoxian subconsciously turned around and did not look at him inappropriately.

"Owner."

A call came from behind, and Lin Xiaoxian said "yes".

"Paper."

Need paper...

Oh yes, try to keep it dry to be stable.

Lin Xiaoxian pulled two pieces from the desk, thought about it, put them back, and then stretched out his arm behind him.

The 8th took it and shouted again two or three seconds later:

"Owner."

Lin Xiaoxian said "um" again, and then his palms were itchy. When he raised it, he found that it was a wrinkled piece of paper, a bit like a dull piece of paper, stuffed into his palm.

A huge tissue was obviously a small piece of deep transparent wet marks the size of a thumb in the middle of the wrinkled tissue.

Well, he has to throw it away.

After throwing it back, No. 8 has finished dressing. Standing on the bed is a pretty little maid. Although she has no expression, she is still like an exquisite doll placed in the window.

"Come down."

Lin Xiaoxian straightened the bear slippers she borrowed last night and waved her hand.

On the 8th, I looked at the slippers and then looked at Lin Xiaoxian:

"Hold the master."

“…”

Lin Xiaoxian approached the bed and spread his arms.

No. 8 gently lifted up the hem of the skirt, looked down at Lin Xiaoshu's sleeping face under the skirt, then raised his little feet and stepped over her chest.

“Hait…”

Lin Xiaoxian took her into her arms, as if she was boneless, and she felt like a little fairy.
To be continued...