The Marvelous Dragon Balls

The next moment, because Saint clasped Colleen’s thigh root, fixed her firmly on her body, stepped forward under the footsteps, crossed the legal documents scattered around the ground, and went straight to the bedroom behind Dojo. In the busy schedule, I took out a hand, and “bang!” fell heavily on the door.

What happens after the door, then there is no need to repeat it, please imagine it yourself…

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The next day, basically because of Saint, who had never slept all night, was taken for granted. It was a “spring sorrow and a short day, and the king would not be early.”, until the time of the three days, he was difficult. Colleen opened his eyes, and Colleen, who was sleeping with him, still slept very sweetly, because Saint looked at her quiet sleeping face, couldn’t help but put her head in her head and kissed her.

“Well… no more…”

Colleen whispered with a very lazy voice, half-dreaming and half-awake, while subconscious turned over, away from the hungry ghost of Saint, getting rid of his limbs.

Because of the smirk of Saint “嘿嘿”, he opened the quilt with a light hand and climbed up from the bed. Then he pulled the quilt and covered Colleen’s white shoulders, then he was able to make a fruitful body. Go straight to the bathroom to wash.

After taking a hot bath, because Saint returned to the bedroom, she picked up the clothes she wore yesterday from the floor, and she chose to continue to put it on her body. After dressing herself neatly, he looked at Colleen who was still asleep. I left the bedroom quite reluctantly and walked to the kitchen on the other side of Dojo.

After a few moments, Colleen on the bed took a sniff and squirmed in a scent of food, slammed up, his eyes not fully open, and he wrapped his quilt off the bed and walked barefoot. The bedroom, across the entire Dojo, found his head at the door of the kitchen: “How are you still here? I thought you were gone.”

Heard the sound, because Saint turned his head and said with a pun back: “I haven’t fed you yet, of course I can’t leave.”

Colleen apparently did not hear the pun, and rewarded a bright smile on Saint: “You have a conscience.”

As Saint turned the pan in his hand, he turned a large pancake in the pan and shrugged his shoulders: “If you don’t wear a piece of cloth, my conscience will not be able to hold it.”

“Pooh!”

Colleen pretty face took a sip of the red rush, apparently recalling something shy, and subconsciously tightened the quilt and shouted the nickname that was freshly baked last night in Saint: “Small color dog! That thing! I warn you! Don’t make up your mind!”

“I also warned you.”

Because Saint was full of aggressive eyes, he looked at Colleen and said, “If you don’t leave, I have to rush over!”

Hearing this, Colleen immediately retracted his head and disappeared into the kitchen door. In a short while, the owner of the ring, because of Saint, heard the sound of water flowing in the bathroom across the kitchen.

Because Saint had a hard swallow, almost exhausted all the perseverance, and did not rush into the bathroom. In order to resist the temptation, his whole mind was placed on the pan in his hand. The two chopped green onion egg crepes can be described as the life peak.

Time passed for a while, just as Saint put the pancakes on the table and laid it on the table, Colleen, whose hair was wet, appeared in the kitchen door wrapped in a towel. At first glance, the whole person was like a hibiscus. Delicate.

“Don’t dare to call this uncle?! You are looking for dead end!”

Because of this, Saint could bear it, and the dumb snorted and threw the plate and rushed over. He hugged Colleen’s waist and raised his arm in her “Yes!” scream. Lifting her up, resisting her shoulders, stepping forward and walking straight down the direction of the bedroom.

Colleen was shocked and shy, happy and annoyed, his hands slammed against Saint’s back: “Let me down! Eat first, I am hungry!”

“Don’t let me go! I can’t stand it! Feed me first!”

“…small color dog! You just said that you are fed, this is what it meant?!”

“What do you think it means, that is what it means!”

“Ah! ”

With a scream, just listening to the loud noise of “bang!”, the bedroom door was again heavily slammed.

……

Afterwards, because Saint and Colleen were covered with the same quilt, shoulders and shoulders half lying on the bed, a handful of chopped egg crepes, both gorging…

“what?”

It wasn’t until half of the meal that Colleen reacted, and the gangster groaned and asked: “It’s been so long, how is the cake still hot?”

Because Saint was busy in her mouth, she could explain to her, and she extended a right hand and fumbled on Colleen’s lower abdomen. The palm of her hand used aura manifestation and gave a demonstration directly: “It is like this.”

“Oh… it’s hot!”

Colleen’s conditional reversal twisted, and a slap in the arm of Saint’s arm, the strength is probably the extent of the ordinary weak woman: “bastard! Do you want to roast me?!”

“I am willing?”

Because of the remarks of Saint’s mouth, from the day of reopening, he used aura manifestation every day, and the temperature control was already very skillful: “I have a sense of proportion in my heart, which is higher than your body temperature.” Just a few degrees, even burns are impossible, let alone cooked.”

“This is a good technology! It’s more convenient than a microwave oven!”

Colleen is a female man who doesn’t touch the spring water. Cooking Skill is an Innate Talent. Because of the aura manifestation used by Saint to assist in cooking, she directly thought of heating up pizza and other takeaways, start to talk. : “I want to learn, teach me!”

“Row.”

Nodded because of Saint without the slightest hesitation: “Teach you after eating the cake.”

“just now?”

Colleen raised his eyebrows in surprise: “When is this all the time? Are you still not going back to the restaurant?”

“What time do you think? This is all afternoon, and the noon meal has already passed.”

Because Saint despised Colleen’s concept of time, he went on to say: “Moreover, I informed Lorna and Peter in the morning, and let them leave for half a month. Well, the salary is paid.”

“Half month?!”

Colleen’s voice suddenly rose ten degrees, instinctively pulled up the quilt and covered himself with a strict: “Little color dog! What do you want?!”

“I still think that half a month is not necessarily enough.”

Because Saint sees Colleen misunderstanding, and I don’t intend to explain it for the time being. I will confuse her by mistake: “When you look at it again, you will continue to have a holiday.”