The target of the assassination is the fox

I am a best-selling story book in its prime, thread-bound and white.At the beginning when Abba created me, he shyly gave me a noble and elegant name called Miss' Temptation.

Hehe, as soon as I heard the name, I knew that I was destined to be the kind of book that was loved by thousands of people and could lie on the soft pillow under the quilt with the owner.

Xuan Torii is considered to be half of my natal family, and I have been neatly placed on the bookshelves with those twin sisters, and the number is decreasing day by day.Finally, shortly after the last sister who was pressing on me left, I was also bought by a middle-aged man.However, the moment that hand touched me, I knew that she was actually a woman.

In the store before, many different hands touched my face, rough, soft, and even short and immature, but they didn't take me away until this hand picked me up, So crisp and neat.As if it was destined, a strange feeling swept over the whole body in an instant, spreading like a tide on every page.

I finally belong.

I was delighted to feel her slender, skinny fingers wrapping me softly, placing me on her not-so-full but unusually warm chest, and then bringing me to my new home.

I will be favored by the master tonight~~ I lie on the table shyly and timidly, watching the person on the other end take off the mask of the old man, revealing the original beautiful and beautiful face.As expected, he is a beautiful person.

She didn't seem to be in a hurry, washed her hands and face carefully, went to take a bath again, and returned to me in a white coat after a long time.A few strands of wet long hair fell from her shoulders, and her fair face was tinged with crimson, extremely beautiful.

I felt her breathing a little heavier, and my fingertips trembled slightly when they touched me.Ah, am I about to be blissfully opened?If books also have a heartbeat, my chest should be pounding like a deer at this moment.

Unexpectedly, the master didn't bring me into the bed, nor opened it.In the end, she actually put me in a big, cold drawer!As the drawer was slowly closed, I watched her beautiful eyebrows and eyes disappear into the gap in panic, and couldn't believe it.

Did you get thrown into limbo on the first day you bought it? !

No, maybe it's just that the master is tired and wants to see me again tomorrow.After getting used to the darkness, I saw that there were many books lying on the other side of the drawer, all written by my father.But there are obvious traces of being turned over on their bodies, and they have already been favored by their masters! !

So jealous!

What's even more irritating is that when they found out that I was brand new like a virgin, they immediately looked at me with a bit of ridicule and gloating!

Hmph, so annoying!Although they are all books written by my father, I am the most noble and beautiful book. These half-aged ladies dare to laugh at me... Just watch, the master will take me away tomorrow!

I wait with hope.

However, one day, two days, three days passed, and the master never touched me again.She also opened the drawer during the period, but what she took away was the coquettish bitch of "The Overbearing Bustard Falls in Love with Me"! !And when I put it back, that guy still gave me a provocative and sneering look with traces of shyness turned over!

Why, what's wrong with me!In terms of beauty and connotation, how can I not compare to her? !Why is it that the story of the procuress who disguised himself as a woman and seduced the little girl is worth reading over and over again by the master, but he still refuses to look at me!

I hate it.

My wishes failed again and again, and I gradually turned from anticipation to disappointment, and finally almost became numb.

And the turning point of fate happened one night unexpectedly.The drawer was opened again, and yellow candlelight came in.I lay there lazily, no longer eagerly looking forward to it like before.

—Which one will it be tonight?Is it a rabbit?Still choose the alluring bastard.

When I was thinking sadly, my cool fingertips touched my face and picked me up.On my way out of the darkness, I saw the uncanny envy of the books below.Then, shifting his gaze, he saw the face of the strange woman in front of him clearly.

In fact, the moment I was picked up, I already knew that she was not the master, but the woman in front of me had an appearance that was not inferior to that of the master, especially those seductive phoenix eyes, which were as deep as a pool of water. drowned.It's just that her complexion was a little paler, and she was a bit sickly and tender in her nobility, which made her even more pitiful.

Then she turned on me.

Ah, what a shame, the first time someone opened it, but it wasn't the owner's hand, and this person actually held me and sat leisurely by the bed... Looking at the owner who is sleeping soundly on the bed at this moment, I feel resentful.

The woman didn't look at me carefully.

She seems to have known all the contents of the book, the movements of turning the pages are casual and lazy, there is no wave in her expression, and there is a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, which is fascinating.And during this period, she focused more on a certain heartless woman at the other end, and occasionally got up, and reached out to touch it. After touching it, she was not satisfied, and in the end she simply put me aside and lay down on the bed by herself. Playing with the master's fingers!

I couldn't help being stunned.How could a woman who was still immortal and dignified just now turned into a fun-loving and vicious fox in the blink of an eye?

I saw her half lying on the master's side, resting her chin with one hand, and putting the other hand in the palm of the master, clasping her fingers lightly.After a while, he let go, and turned to pick up a strand of hair from the side of the master's neck, twisted it around his fingers, and curled up the corners of his mouth badly.

But after a moment of happiness, there seemed to be some resentment, and the beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Tell you to touch someone else." She poked her master's face.Only then did I realize that the other side of the owner's face was swollen, with bright red five finger marks.It's really like the tragic scene in the book by the overbearing bustard that Mr. Fu was slapped by his wife after molesting Cuihua.

Hmph, I didn't pay attention to what was written in that book!

"I told you not to take the initiative to warm the bed." At this time, she pinched the nose of the master again and cursed in a low voice.

"Calling you dull."

"I tell you...forget about me." When she said this sentence slowly, her tone suddenly became a bit astringent, with a bit of unwillingness.She slowly slid her hand down from the tip of her master's nose, and finally touched the corner of her mouth, and said in a low voice as if sighing: "It's really a mahogany."

Huaxin wood?

I am surprised.And without paying attention, the woman on the bed had already bent over, and her cherry-colored lips were pressed against the center of the master's eyebrows.

ah! !The master has been molested!Why haven't you woke up yet, sleeping like a pig! !

I watched the woman's lips linger a little bit, and then kissed the master's red and swollen face, the movement was so soft that I couldn't feel my breath.At this moment, the sound of insects outside the window seemed to have completely disappeared, only the flickering candles made the room warm and quiet.

And she didn't seem to be enough, her lips were stuck together, and she refused to leave for a long time.The long, smooth hair slid down as she lowered her head, covering the faces of the two close together, which aroused people's imagination.

If books also have flesh and blood, I should burst into blood and explode to death right now!As a book about love stories between women and men, I am very satisfied.

And the woman on the bed was probably also satisfied, she stood up, touched her lips, lost her mind for a moment, the glowing rosy color was dyed on her cheeks, like a crabapple blooming in April.Wonderful.

I glanced at the wet lips of the master, tsk tsk.

The woman should have a very close relationship with her master, otherwise how could she go into the house to take her things in a dignified way, and when the master was asleep, she would look at her with such gentle, affectionate, angry and complaining eyes, and, she did it Such shameful things.

Bet on the glory of my romance storybook, this is definitely love!

Well, then she can be regarded as my other mistress.

Soon, the hostess returned to her original glamorous and noble appearance and sat upright. She picked me up again and turned the pages with a calm and elegant posture, as if nothing had happened just now.It's just that every time she jumps a page, she still accurately flips to the scene where the two women are making out.

And apparently, she's more interested in those illustrations...

But even so, I already feel very happy.This hostess is better than some jerk in bed!It's unreasonable for me to buy it but not read it, hum.

When the master was about to wake up, the hostess put me back in the drawer.I saw the angry look on the old bustard's face, and it was very refreshing.After a while, there were some conversations in the room outside, and the master begged for mercy and admitted his mistake vaguely.

Well, the hostess must have taught her a lesson.It deserves it, I bought it and I didn’t read it when I came back, hum.

Later, the hostess seemed to leave, and there was no dialogue.But the drawer was pulled open again, and the owner's asymmetrical face with a bit of distress and tangle was in sight.The hand reached out to me, then retracted again.Coward!

This time she finally had some conscience, took me out and brought me to the bed.I have been neglected for so long, and now I have brought it to bed, so I should take a look at it.I lay on the quilt and waited patiently, but after waiting for a long time, I saw that she still wanted to open it but hesitated... I really hate iron but steel!

Is she humiliating me!Is there anything I dare not look at, what kind of scourge am I!

Unbearable!I decided to open it myself!

So when she was distracted, I slid hard, slipped from the bulging quilt, and fell to the ground.Enduring the burning pain in my back, I opened my own page, and stayed on the page that the previous mistress had read for the longest time.

Hmph, this is the illustration I am most satisfied with. Others can drool when they see it. I don't believe it can't seduce her!

Sure enough, the master blushed and hurriedly picked me up.Then, as if I had figured it out, I solemnly turned over my first page.Gradually, her gaze changed, shaken, confused, dazed.But there was no question that she was attracted to me.

The sounds of weaving outside slowly subsided, and the dark color between the panes finally became a little whitish.

She just stopped, covered her mouth and yawned, then gently put me on the head of the bed and lay down next to me.I believe that in the following nights, she will turn me so gently until the last page is read.

Ah, it's finally over.Looking at the master's soft sleeping face, I really want to cry, if books can shed tears.