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Feng Mang - Chapter 49

Published at 3rd of April 2024 05:26:54 AM


Chapter 49

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It's more appropriate to describe Han Dong as a cocoon. It's a matter that can be solved by exposing one's bottom. He has to go all the way to the bottom of his body, and doctor YY and Wang Zhongding are in collusion. After Han Dong lay down on the bed, the doctor couldn't help but praise him. "Oh! You have long legs. I've examined so many people. I've never seen your legs that long. " Han Dong said, "it's not that exaggerated? I'm only 180, and there are so many 190 + "You don't understand. Leg length can't depend on height, it depends on proportion. Some stars often use 110 + leg length, which is actually the length of pants. The real leg length depends on the height of perineum. The average person's perineum height accounts for half of his height, which can be called big leg. The height of your buttock groove is more than half Han Dong couldn't understand it at all, so he could only smile awkwardly to ask the doctor to shut up as soon as possible. After all, there is a pair of eyes staring at him, but he is particularly interested in this topic. "Moreover, your bones are straight, the gap between your legs is less than 1cm, your appearance is round, no fat accumulation, and your skin is smooth and elastic. It's a rare beautiful leg!" "Thank you for your compliment. Thank you very much." Can you hurry up for me?! As a result, the doctor was slower than Han Dong. After praising him, he turned his eyes to Wang Zhongding. "It's said that the highest level of looking at women is to guess the cup by wearing clothes. In fact, if the eyes are poisonous enough, men can also see the strength of waist muscles by wearing clothes." Those who know think they are seeing a doctor, while those who don't think they are talking! Look at the standing one: strong body, good waist and Kung Fu; look at the lying one: tall legs, long hips After appreciating enough, the doctor began to examine Han Dong. "Relax, relax again." The doctor reminded me repeatedly. But how can Han Dong relax? It's all over my head: is he peeking at me again? Does the doctor think it's wrong to rub my ass so sensationally? Have you already put me in your head He is a rascal who lingers on flowers and reads girls all day. He is a big slut who made his teacher YY a slut when he was in primary school. Now he looks like a pure virgin. He is too shy to lift his head. "It's just a soft tissue crush. Just apply some medicine." It's finally over Han Dong was relieved. The doctor said to Wang Zhongding, "I'll prescribe the medicine. You hand him the clothes to put on." Han Dong did not sit up to wear, but took a prone position, carefully hiding his baby bird. After waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the sound of getting out of bed. Wang Zhongding cast his eyes and found Han Dong's strange dressing posture. He couldn't help but ask, "are you hurt and inconvenient to sit?" "Come on!" Han Dong without warning of a fierce drink, "away from me!" Wang Zhongding's face changed, but he didn't speak. When Han Dong sees Wang Zhongding turning his head away, he sits up and wears it quickly. As a result, his underwear just reaches the thigh, and Wang Zhongding's head turns back. Han Dong's delusion of persecution breaks out instantly. "What the hell?" After scolding, Han Dong found that Wang Zhongding's eyes were on the watch. Then, he slowly turned to himself Han Dong is a fool in an instant. He quickly looks away and pretends that he is not scolding Wang Zhongding. But Wang Zhongding could not pretend that he was not scolded. After so long silence, he finally asked coldly, "why do I want to see you?" Han Dong specially counseled to reply a sentence, "you know in your heart." "I don't understand." Wang Zhongding once again issued a powerful question, "I have all you have, and I am better than you. Why should I look at you?" Han Dong, "..."




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