Samantha thought for a moment and said casually, "pink."
Henderson was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Jackie, you still remember that uncle likes pink."
Samantha: "..."
At this time, it would be great if a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and killed her.
Fortunately, Henderson didn't say anything more. Samantha's wardrobe had been moved to his room. Henderson opened the drawer to find the target and knocked on the door. Samantha hesitantly opened a c***k in the door like a vigilant little squirrel. Henderson handed the things in his hand to her and said, "Take them by yourself."
The man's slender and well-proportioned fingers were slightly closed, and he grabbed a very tender pink ball. Samantha didn't even look at it at all. He directly grabbed it
