"It's an unsincere compliment!" Sister Marlene smiled slightly, then clamped his face hard with her feet, "Hey, Nance, I like you, do you know that?"

Nance looked at her warily: "What then?"

"Look at you, you are so stupid!" Sister Marlene said, in the tone that women would use when trying to please a man. "You have always been kind to me, but you have never asked for anything in return. I have never been in love.

You fool on the Internet, isn’t it natural to like you? Listen, my feelings for you are pure and flawless true love.”

If Lena had said this, Nance would have taken it seriously without even thinking.

But she is Marlene!

"What's the proof?" Nance asked.

He looks calm on the surface.

But in reality, his heart was screaming: Damn it! This scheming evil nun who said she loved me must be thinking of something else.

Sister Marlene laughed softly and said, "Please lie down."

Nance immediately lay down on the floor.

"Look at it, this proves it!"

Sister Marlene held the zipper between her toes and pulled it down.

This is your style... Nance thought to himself.

His eyes were always looking at Marlene. Her slender, delicate and graceful face reminded people of medieval female faces. Her skin was fair and slightly pink, and she had an overly delicate beauty.

Sister Marlene was looking at him too.

This real grown man could provide her with entertainment and inject some fun into her joyless life. So she decided to capture him and allow him limited access to her inner world.

Under her feet, Nance became a plaything to be played with at will, just like an insect tortured by urchins, spitting out foam and becoming dying.

Then he had a sage expression on his face.

Seeing his dejected look, Sister Marlene was filled with joy.

"Okay, it's time to change into the clothes for the party." She stood up on her wet feet, took off her white gauze skirt in front of the mirror, and put on a burgundy long skirt.

Nance sat up slowly.

"Come here and tie my belt." Sister Marlene called without looking back.

She was wearing a burgundy dress, with intricate decorations on the lace on the chest and cuffs; sparkling earrings hung from her small, round earlobes, which complemented the embellishments on the dress, as if through rich brilliance, they gave her a graceful and graceful appearance.

An ecstatic figure.

The wide belt of the long skirt is as wide as a palm.

After Nance tightened it hard, her tall and perfect breasts were exaggeratedly outlined.

"Is it uncomfortable if it's so tight?" he asked quietly.

Sister Marlene lowered her head to adjust the position of her neckline and smiled: "Wear this to accompany you tonight."

"This one?" Nance blinked.

"Don't you want to?" Sister Marlene's expression was ambiguous, her fingertips lightly traced his solid chest, and she lightly poked him a few times with her nails, "My beloved boy, please remember to make me feel comfortable tonight."

"Look at what you said. When did I stop caring about you? Do I need to emphasize it?" Nance said nonchalantly, holding her slender waist with his hands, "By the way... you said companionship.

The kind of companionship I want?"

Sister Marlene did not answer, but broke away and walked around the room several times.

Her brocade-like skin glowed, and each pleat of the burgundy dress made the color even more vivid. Her whole body bloomed in front of Nance's eyes like a coquettish red rose.

After showing off for a few times, she walked back lightly, but did not ask Nance in a tacky way, "What do you think of me?". She was confident in herself, so she just stared at him intently, as if to say: "

I dress up like this to please you."

Her compliments are expressed through her eyes.

She displayed, better than anyone else, her ability to please people with her gentle words.

"Look, I see the goddess." Nance bent down and said very gentlemanly: "Can I kiss your hand?"

"Ah, that's not a problem!" Sister Marlene said, with a haughty smile on her lips, "I'm very satisfied with you, I can give you my hand."

So she stretched out her still wet hand and let him kiss it.

The woman's little hands, which had just been applied with toner, were still indescribably fresh, and the velvety soft touch penetrated from her lips to her heart.

"Will you ever hold out your hand to me like this?" Nance asked respectfully.

"It belongs only to you."

Sister Marlene smiled brightly.

These words were full of sweetness, and sounded like a confession for the first time. Nance felt that it would not be a bad thing if he fell into the hands of this bad nun who was good at coquettishness.
Chapter completed!