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Chapter 742 Are You Lying?Olive’s small hand was pulled by Elvis, her face flushed red and she looked shy.The lady at the front desk was stunned. She had been in the industry for so many years, and she had never seen any man or woman before.“Sir, who is this little girl? I shouldn’t pry, but I’m just making sure that the law isn’t violated.”Elvis frowned. “What do you mean?”“Do you still need me to clarify this? There are many perverted men who like to attack little girls.”Elvis’s face darkened. For the first time in his life, he had been referred to as a pervert!At this moment, the front desk lady looked at Olive, her eyes full of encouragement, “Little girl, if you were forced, then blink.”Olive shivered. At this moment, she felt that her hand was aching. It was Elvis who pinched her small hand.“Olive, tell her who I am!”“Miss, you misunderstood. He’s my husband,” Olive replied calmly.Hearing her reply, Elvis expression quickly calmed. He held her soft little hand and pinched it lovingly.The lady at the front desk opened her mouth in surprise. Only then did she realize that she had made a mess, and she hastily assigned them a room.At the entrance of the room, Elvis opened the door. He looked at the little woman beside him and said in a low voice, “Go in.”Although Olive had already given birth to triplets, she was still as shy as a young girlThey had been together, but they had never had a room outside.This seemed to be the first time.Olive walked in.Soon, with a “click“, the door behind her was locked.“Mr. Augustine, wait a minute, I’ll go take a shower first…” Olive struggled, as she tried to break free. from Elvis, who had already hugged her.Elvis’s thin lineLips fell on her face and he kissed her hard, then he moved to her neck. “You’ll wash later.” “No, I have to take a shower first,” Olive insisted.In a hurry, Elvis put one arm around her slender waist and took a few steps forward. He pushed her down on the big soft bed in the room, and then his sharp fingers came to his shirt. He unbuttoned the buttofis one after another, and then leaned over to her, “Olive, do you really miss me?”Olive put her small hands on his stiff shoulders and looked at him with watery eyes, “I don’t want to…”Elvis bit her lips seductively, and then he said in a low voice, “It’s said that a woman’s body is the most honest. Now let me see if you’re lying.”He reached out and tugged at her dress.How could he be so rude?“Mr. Augustine, be gentle. Don’t tear my clothes!”Elvis was angry with her. The two of them had not been together for a long time. How could she not want him?At this moment, Olive felt a surge of hot fluid rushing out of her body.She quickly held his big palm and shouted for him to stop, “Mr. Augustine, stop!” All content is property © C_HàpTé_rs/FLow-cøm.Elvis looked at her, and asked, “What’s wrong?”“I’m on my period,” Olive whispered embarrassingly.Elvis stopped and stared at her with his narrow eyes, “Are you serious?”“Yes, really serious, Olive nodded seriously.“I’m on my period. I won’t lie to you.”Elvis quickly pursed his lips. A few seconds later, he rolled over and laid beside her.He looked at the chandelier above his head, then he raised his hand to cover his eyes, “Olive, did you intentionally torture me?”Olive felt that her period had come at the wrong time. The man beside her was disappointed and unhappy.Olive turned to the side and crawled onto his chest. “Mr. Augustine, you don’t care about me, you only care about your personal affairs.”Elvis was also a little aggrieved. He looked at his pants, and said, “Sorry, this thing is out of my control when I see you.”Elvis moved and stood up. “Should I call someone to buy you a sanitary pad?”“Okay,” Olive hugged her stomach with her small hands and fell onto the soft bed.Elvis took out his phone from his trousers pocket and dialed a number. Then, he placed his big palm on her at abdomen and gently massaged her. “Does your stomach hurts?”Olive frowned, revealing a bit of squeamishness, “It doesn’t hurt.”Elvis raised his eyebrows. Then we can do some things later.”Olive picked up the pillow and smashed it on Elvis’s handsome cheek. “Go and take a shower, I don’t Want to see you now!”Elvis leaned over and kissed her hair. Olive hummed and slapped him. He hooked his lips and entered the bathroom.Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and a gust of cold air flowed out.With the refreshing scent from the bathroom, Elvis was wearing a white bathrobe. His short hair was wet, and he looked a little more youthful than usual.At this moment, the doorbell rang. Elvis walked over to open the door. It was Peterson. He calmly handed Elvis a bag with a nod.Elvis closed the door and took out the pink sanitary napkin.“Mr. Augustine, what kind of evil are you doing? You like girl’s tampons?”Elvis turned around and said in a low voice, “This thing is going to protect you instead of me. Of course, I need to get to know it.”Olive similed and shook her head unbelievably, “Mr. Augustine, you’re a whore!”Elvis sat on the edge of the bed with one arm propped on the bed.“If am a whore, then what are you?” Elvis asked, as he winked at her.Olive was really speechless. She stretched out her soft white hand and tucked her black hair behind her ear. Chapter 742 Are You Lying? Olive’s small hand was pulled by Elvis, her face flushed red and she looked shy. The lady at the front desk was stunned. She had been in the industry for so many years, and she had never seen any man or woman before. “Sir, who is this little girl? I shouldn’t pry, but I’m just making sure that the law isn’t violated.” Elvis frowned. “What do you mean?” “Do you still need me to clarify this? There are many perverted men who like to attack little girls.” Elvis’s face darkened. For the first time in his life, he had been referred to as a pervert! At this moment, the front desk lady looked at Olive, her eyes full of encouragement, “Little girl, if you were forced, then blink.” Olive shivered. At this moment, she felt that her hand was aching. It was Elvis who pinched her small hand. “Olive, tell her who I am!” / <![CDATA[ / fpm_start( "true" ); / ]]> / “Miss, you misunderstood. He’s my husband,” Olive replied calmly. Hearing her reply, Elvis expression quickly calmed. He held her soft little hand and pinched it lovingly. The lady at the front desk opened her mouth in surprise. Only then did she realize that she had made a mess, and she hastily assigned them a room. At the entrance of the room, Elvis opened the door. He looked at the little woman beside him and said in a low voice, “Go in.” Although Olive had already given birth to triplets, she was still as shy as a young girl They had been together, but they had never had a room outside. This seemed to be the first time. Olive walked in. Soon, with a “click“, the door behind her was locked. “Mr. Augustine, wait a minute, I’ll go take a shower first…” Olive struggled, as she tried to break free. from Elvis, who had already hugged her. Elvis’s thin line Lips fell on her face and he kissed her hard, then he moved to her neck. “You’ll wash later.” “No, I have to take a shower first,” Olive insisted. In a hurry, Elvis put one arm around her slender waist and took a few steps forward. He pushed her down on the big soft bed in the room, and then his sharp fingers came to his shirt. He unbuttoned the buttofis one after another, and then leaned over to her, “Olive, do you really miss me?” Olive put her small hands on his stiff shoulders and looked at him with watery eyes, “I don’t want to…” Elvis bit her lips seductively, and then he said in a low voice, “It’s said that a woman’s body is the most honest. Now let me see if you’re lying.” He reached out and tugged at her dress. How could he be so rude? “Mr. Augustine, be gentle. Don’t tear my clothes!” Elvis was angry with her. The two of them had not been together for a long time. How could she not want him? At this moment, Olive felt a surge of hot fluid rushing out of her body. She quickly held his big palm and shouted for him to stop, “Mr. Augustine, stop!” All content is property © C_HàpTé_rs/FLow-cøm. Elvis looked at her, and asked, “What’s wrong?” “I’m on my period,” Olive whispered embarrassingly. Elvis stopped and stared at her with his narrow eyes, “Are you serious?” “Yes, really serious, Olive nodded seriously. “I’m on my period. I won’t lie to you.”

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