The Prodigal Son Reborn

Emma gave an impatient "hmm", adjusted the position, and slowly fell asleep.

At the beginning, Xiaomei packed her things respectfully. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Emma's silence, so she put down the bowl in hand, walked to the bedside and asked in a low voice, "Madam? Madam? Are you asleep?"

Seeing that Emma didn't respond, she gently shook Emma's arm exposed outside the quilt with her hand, but Emma still didn't respond.

Xiaomei was sure that she had fallen asleep, her respectful expression suddenly changed, she looked at the woman on the bed and snorted coldly, she pulled the stool and sat down loudly, pinching her legs and twisting her neck at the same time.

"This woman is really troublesome. She has a bad temper. Do you think you can do whatever you want because you look good? Don't even think about how old you are."

Emma is only 27 years old this year. It stands to reason that she is in her prime and has the charm that a mature woman should have. But compared with Xiaomei, this age really cannot be said to be an advantage.Xiaomei is only 18 years old this year. She is a Bata girl. She looks good and has a well-developed body. It's just that she always wears loose and big clothes, so she doesn't show it.

After exercising her hands and feet, Xiaomei lowered her head and straightened her clothes. The thought of having sex with the mighty and majestic general tonight made her heart pound and her face flushed.

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In the dining room, ever since Emma and Xiaomei left, Xia Ke seemed restless. After finishing his meal hastily, he said coldly, "I'm full." Regardless of the reactions of Xia Mo and Yuzhang, he left Bowl and go.

Xia Mo sneered.

Yuzhang looked puzzled, and saw his son holding his hand, and said narrowly, "Father, we will have a good show tonight."

"A good show?" Yuzhang was confused, but his son didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask. He just went back to the room with his son, chatting and waiting for the "good show" to start.

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Speaking of this, Xia Ke rushed to the door of Emma's room in a hurry, immediately put on his usual general airs, opened the door and strode in.

Xiaomei was standing beside the bed with a respectful and gentle expression.

Xia Ke looked around her chest and buttocks with fiery and explicit eyes, then "coughed" twice, stared at Emma lying on the bed, and said solemnly: "How is Madam?"

When Xiaomei heard his voice, she immediately went up to him shyly, "General, madam has fallen asleep."

The man put his hands behind his back, "Are you sure?"

"Naturally, I'm sure, this time I put twice the amount!"

The man smiled lewdly for a moment, stretched out his big hand to hold her round shoulders and kneaded suggestively, "Good job."

"General..."

The man lifted her chin and pecked lightly, "It's been a long time since I saw you, do you miss me? Huh?"

Xiaomei gave him a coquettish look, turned her face away shyly, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "I think about it every day."

"Oh? Think about it every day? That's where I think..." The man's hand on her shoulder slowly slid down, one hand rested on her plump breasts, and the other reached into the skirt from bottom to top, "Or Think here?"

Xiaomei's legs softened, and she leaned softly on Xia Ke's chest, her moist lips parted, and she said coquettishly, "I want to."