In Yang Can’s world, “happiness” always overrides the words such as dogma, rules, and even health. From behind, I look at Xue Qiyuan’s slender and straight white legs. After about five seconds. After struggling fiercely in the left and right minds, he finally resisted the extremely "healthy" idea of "throwing Xue Qiyuan out to avoid trouble," and accepted the facts in front of him safely.
Frankly speaking, Yang Can does not expect that a peerless beauty like Xue Qiyuan will take the initiative to give her arms. This kind of epic affair will happen, no matter how you judge this, it is not very realistic, but watching this skin crystal clear as a poster comes out. The woman of, he unexpectedly came to mind at this moment and looked at a description in the Dream of Red Mansions an hour later:
Two curled eyebrows are frowning, and a pair of eyebrows looks like weeping and not weeping. The sorrow of the two dicks, the disease of the whole body. The tears were a little bit, and the breathlessness was slight, when idle, like a beautiful flower shining in the water, the action was like a weak Liu Fufeng, unparalleled and charming and romantic.
Even if such a superb woman comes to her room just to blow candles, isn't it a great thing in life? Yang Can really had no reason to persuade herself to drive her out.
Isn't it just singing a happy birthday song, and then wait for a drink by the way, a little physical contact, we don't suffer.
"Okay, I have something to call you." Xue Qiyuan stuffed a dollar bill to the black waiter, sent him away, turned to look at Yang Can looking at her with a look of "fascination", "fascinating" and "fascinating". I can't help but feel a little proud, this time you don't have to be stubborn.
But when Yang Can, whose "lust" was gradually rising, looked at the cake full of candles, and suddenly felt a little emotional. When he first saw Yang Xiuya, she was also birthday on that day, and Xiao Huadan's miserable appearance at that time It is still vivid.
Why is there a sense of uneasy conscience suddenly? Yang Can "touched" his chest, feeling very weird, but he and Yang Xiuya have always maintained a delicate relationship, and there is nothing really wrong, how can there be an inexplicable sense of guilt
Xiao Huadan spent a hard day with her today, but she helped a competitor's woman celebrate her birthday. It really seemed a bit unnatural. It is rare for Yang Can to ask her conscience.
"Hurry up and make a wish and blow out the candles." Yang Can wanted to speed up the process, and even if he was done hastily, he walked over to turn off the lights, and began to clap his hands very perfunctorily and sing birthday songs quickly:
"Happy birthday to you~~Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday~~~!"
Xue Qiyuan doesn’t know what’s wrong, and she feels sulking around her chest. Although she is not held in the palm of her hand like those Qianjin girls on TV in her life, she has also been pursued by hundreds of men and celebrates her birthday every year. At the time, the gifts were all calculated on the basis of the car, just to have a meal with her. Today is all right, and I took the initiative to deliver it to the door, and some people became impatient.
It’s so great that you made a fuss about sex and left. Yang Can didn’t worry at all, but what was unexpected is that Xue Qiyuan, who has always been strong, looked at him and suddenly smiled. She was charming and charming, and she closed it well. I made a wish and blew out the candles.
"Come on, eat cake." Xue Qiyuan cut a piece of cake to Yang Can, and the very young woman took the initiative to feed it to his mouth.
"Sister Xue...you are not sick..." Yang Can leaned back and looked at her in surprise. This huge change in Wu Zetian's transformation into a pretty concubine made him feel that happiness had come too suddenly, and he looked so gentle and arrogant. , So he couldn't accept it.
"Eat~~" Although Xue Qiyuan tried her best to restrain her, her voice still trembled slightly. Yang Can thought about other people's birthdays, so she didn't want to be disappointed and forced to take a bite. After chewing two bites, she said helplessly: "Why is it so unpalatable? What is this? Tasteful?” The three words of Xue Qiyuan on the cake were written crookedly. It was obvious that they were rushed to make it temporarily. The foreigner's cake master also couldn't write Chinese characters well. It is estimated that she was tortured by the eldest lady.
"It’s made by carrots, I can’t eat starch and sweets at night." Xue Qiyuan’s answer is as boring as ever.
"Okay, happy birthday is over, should you go now?" Yang Can ate two bites carelessly, and wanted to push Xue Qiyuan out. Xue Qiyuan was immediately unhappy, frowning slightly and said: "Why, you are going to drive me away , I'm the birthday star today." There was a trace of sadness on his beautiful face.
It made Yang Can a little embarrassed. It’s not like pushing her out or leaving her. She sneaked a glance at the silky silky skin of her shoulders, and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit irritated and patient. If the birthday star of the meal doesn't go away, I will have a beastly heart.
Just when Yang Can was quite embarrassed and didn't know what to do, Xue Qiyuan stood up with a blushing face, took out the best 82 Lafite from the cabinet in the hall, then put the glass on the table and sighed quietly. : "Come with me for a couple of drinks, I don't want to be alone tonight..." The expression was a bit painful.
Usually, if Yang Can hears a woman say such things to him, whether he accepts it or not, he must be ecstatic, but today he is somewhat hesitant, always feeling that Xue Qiyuan today is a bit abnormal... how to put it, it is a bit like a loss to life A broken-hearted woman who wants to stop herself with confidence.
Could it be that I cheated her a few times and indirectly "forced" her to accept a political marriage, making this lady desperately want to find a short sight.
Thinking of this, Yang Can couldn’t help but analyze her various abnormal behaviors today. There is indeed a great possibility of "sex". The ambition of this young girl from the sky is the same as that of any man in the market. To be manipulated in major events in life, and to be hit by one after another in my career recently, no one can bear this.
Yang Can is still a half-expert in psychology. Of course, I know that if you ask her directly at this time: "Do you have the idea of being lighter?" It's a nonsense. People who really want to "suicide" will certainly not. Acknowledge that the best way at this time is to accompany her to vent, let her feel frustrated.
Regardless of whether there is a matter or not, she shouldn't leave it alone. After all, this matter herself has some responsibilities.
"Okay, I'll accompany you." Yang Can has always been free and easy, and soon put aside other thoughts and picked up the wine glass, Xue Qiyuan nodded quietly, her face a little better.
If you "touch" drink two glasses, talk to your heart, and vent your emotions, the grief in your heart will dissipate a lot. The remaining sorrows will only make Xue Qiyuan more mature, and will not cause any psychological damage to her. Many negative effects. Yang Can has seen a lot of people like this. Almost all the daughters of some generals in the military district compound have to go through this experience. It can be said that they have worked hard for her and are willing to sacrifice their lives to accompany the gentleman.
Wine is such a good thing. Whether you like it or not, it will make people relax slowly. Gradually, you can't control it when you drink it. Just eating carrot cake, unknowingly, the two will always drink three bottles of the same. Lafite in 1982.
The wine of the two competitors gradually came up. Although Yang Can drank white wine very well, he was a little bit inferior to foreign wine, and gradually became excited. With a pop, Yang Can dropped the empty glass heavily on the table and pulled it back. She raised her sleeves and started talking about life principles when she was a buddy.
"Sister Xue, it’s not that I said you~ You are such a great girl, she looks so good, she is usually too fierce, if you take the half of the cover of the magazine and come out kindly, the men will not be "fascinated" by you. Don’t you like it in the second generation of the rich? As far as it is now arranged by the family?” Yang Can's face was full of alcohol, and he hooked Xue Qiyuan's fragrant shoulder with one hand, belching wine.
Xue Qiyuan's immaculate face was slightly red, and it seemed to be a little confused. Hearing Yang Can's heart and lungs, he seemed to be in high spirits, and snorted with her wrinkled, upright and delicate nose:
"You think I'm like you. My relatives are eager to send their sons to be the top leaders in East Asia. If I'm too kind to people, I'll be blamed if they don't swallow me~ If I'm a man, those people Who dares to say a try~"
"If you are a man... just your breasts, thighs, and small faces..." Yang Can looked up and down at Xue Qiyuan: "That would be too wasteful. On behalf of all Chinese men, I will reject your hypothesis. I can't let us. Dreaming of Teacher Sora Aoi every day, it’s so unpatriotic~!"
"You guys are thinking about these things every day." Xue Qiyuan suddenly stared at Yang Can with a very ambiguous expression: "Have you also dreamed of me?"
Yang Can suddenly felt a little fuzzy in his thoughts. Seeing that Xue Qiyuan’s face was hazy and special, but he hummed and shook his head: "I am not interested in'**' you? I'm not interested. I want to dream and dream of those things. The beauties I have seen, I don’t know you.” Yang Can thought that there were a lot of people in his spring dreams, but after waking up, he couldn’t remember who it was..
"Why didn't I~ Am I not attractive to you?" Xue Qiyuan became a little angry when she heard it, and she leaned forward, very elastic, with her breasts stuck to Yang Can's arms, and she was stuck on top of her arms. After going down, thinking of Yang Can's close contact again and again, now he is a little bit hateful with intentionally alienating himself, and feels hate when lying on him, pulling off his collar and opening his mouth to take a bite.
But at this moment, I noticed that there was a small scar on Yang Can’s chest. I couldn’t help but be stunned. Yes, I have bitten him, and the injury is still not healed. Actually, Yang Can was obviously in close contact. She is interested in herself, and she felt Yang Can’s body touch her body several times...
Yang Can obviously felt the warmth coming from Xue Qiyuan, who was lying on her body, and the extremely attractive female sex hormone deodorant lingered on the tip of her nose, watching her staring at her with a subtle and " I felt a fire burning in my abdomen because of my "chaotic" feelings.
Due to alcohol, this is the time when the self-control is the worst, but rationally he should comfort Xue Qiyuan's soul at this time, rather than *** her **. What tossed her was the flames all over her body and the dry mouth. Dry tongue. I couldn't help but swallowed, and used the last remaining reason to drive her head away and gently pushed her away:
"Don't bite like crazy anymore, you are going to leave scars."
Xue Qiyuan's eyes "showed" a kind of loss that seemed like nothing, but she saw some clues from Yang Can's expression and physical reaction, knowing that he had moved to himself, but there was still some scruples in her heart.
"Well, I'm sorry I drank too much..." Xue Qiyuan suddenly "touched" her forehead and sat up, "touching" her hot cheeks and looking at Yang Can apologetically: "Is my appearance now sloppy, I still Go wash it..."
Seeing Xue Qiyuan turned and walked like a bathroom, the sound of the shower sounded, Yang Cancai breathed a sigh of relief, but also a little disappointed. Did Xue Qiyuan just suggest something to herself? Does she want to have a good memory with herself before getting married? Yang Can only imagined it slightly, and shook his head severely. It was impossible. He used to see Xue Qiyuan's consciousness that she was not such a weak person at all..
Looking into the "Mao" bathroom's "Mao" glass, when Yang Canzheng's vague and beautiful silhouette was imaginative, suddenly the sound of water stopped.
"Why is there no water?" Xue Qiyuan's voice came from the bathroom softly, making people itchy to hear.
Yang Can walked over and knocked on the glass door of the bathroom: "Well, you can press the hot water button to try." With a very simple sentence, Yang Can felt that he was very hypocritical.
There was a small figure in the bathroom: "It still doesn't work.. Come in and have a look."
Yang Can only felt that his heart was about to jump out, and some couldn't believe his ears, he heard it right, this kind of remark was absolutely seduce! Or is Xue Qiyuan so naive, that she usually sees her wrong? Yang Can still couldn't believe it, but slowly walked in by instinct.
Opening the door, Yang Can saw Xue Qiyuan facing him with a pair of snow-white straight legs in front of him. Water droplets slowly slipped down from the beautifully curvy legs full of elasticity, which was simply breathtakingly beautiful.
Obviously, what she called a wash was a little too much drinking, and she was wearing clothes and took a shower. Her body was soaked. The originally tight dress no longer had any blocking function at this time. Xue Qiyuan's perfect curve appeared in front of her. Yang Can can even see Ao's two round and tall buttocks through her wet skirt.
Yang Can was a little confused, walked to the side of the dragon head, but it was really broken, there was no water, the only bit of water that came out, but Lin was all on his face, a little embarrassed with his back on the shelf. Throwing her "wool" towel to Xue Qiyuan, she took a deep breath:
"Something went wrong, wipe your body clean, I'll take you back." He also picked up a "hair" towel and wiped his face.
"...That's what I just used..." Xue Qiyuan's soft voice came from behind, Yang Can's heart was about to stop, and only after smelling the fragrant fragrance in the "hair" towel, he woke up " The wool towel is exactly the wool towel Xue Qiyuan wiped on her body just now.
"Sorry..." Yang Can hung up the "hair" towel in a little embarrassment, and walked out of the bathroom with her back on her back, but suddenly felt a fiery **** behind him hug him and hugged him tightly from behind.
Feeling the hot body full of elasticity tightly against him, trembling slightly, the tears on his cheeks wet his back, and the warm breath in his ears undulates, Yang Can suddenly felt his lust expand Then, I felt a little uncomfortable, and felt a little pity in my chest. I didn't dare to look back and just tried my best to remind:"
"Sister Xue.. I know you know what you are doing. Don't continue. I won't let you go anymore. When that happens, things will be difficult to clean up."
"Don't let it go, don't let it go..." Xue Qiyuan's timid voice sounded in her ears, and her tender affection instantly destroyed Yang Can's rationality.
She turned around and kissed her neck brutally with her mouth, Xue Qiyuan was wearing a close-fitting cotton ***, Yang Can's hand was about to get in, and she held her tightly, trying to resist desperately.
The tongues of the two are intertwined, lingering and weaving heat, by the weak light. Xue Qiyuan's cheeks stained with delicate pink made Yang Can even more excited, and she reached into her wet dress. She slipped across her elastic skin, and gently "kneaded" her tender and soft ***.
Xue Qiyuan obviously has no experience as expected, ah. Scream. But he refused to obey Yang Can unscrupulously, and just begged: "Will you go for sex?"
At this time, Yang Can arrogantly stopped her and picked her up, while lowering her head, gently printed a bite on the delicate red lips, and then "licked" the delicate red lips. While entering the bedroom, gently put her in the **.
But even if she fell into a comfortable sex, Xue Qiyuan was still resisting Yang Can's rudeness and directly up and down her hands, a little panicked and whispered: "Don't, wait a minute..."
Where did Yang Can allow her to repent and arrest her! Gently bit her lip piece. Pulled her body. Keep her from moving. Hands stretched out from her belt. Next to her soft as jade "butt" flap down. Reached into her ditch. Gently twist. Warm and moist. Xue Qiyuan screamed. Feng twisted his hips to get out of Yang Can, but he couldn't get up when he held his hips with one hand. But his lips seemed to squirm against his fingers.
The heat gushes out, and Xue Qiyuan herself feels that the place is wet and sticky. I was panicked and shy in my heart. He put his hand on Yang Can's belt desperately to prevent him from continuing, blushing and shook his head and said, "Wait, it's the first time I'm not good, you Let me get used to it first..."
Yang Can was stunned by the **, everything looked vaguely, but still stunned. He judged from Xue Qiyuan's movements that she really had no experience, which was completely different from his own imagination, just tight. Pressing on her, looking at her against her face: "You have to adapt... you don't want to withdraw..."
"I swear, I am a puppy." Xue Qiyuan stared at her eyes like lake water, looking at Yang Can very sincerely.
Before Yang Can could react, Xue Qiyuan seemed to prove something, unbuttoning Yang Can's shirt one by one, gently twisting her hands. And soft tongue and fragrant lips, he kissed down his neck bit by bit. Although the skills are unfamiliar, there are many tricks. It's all about the way Yang Can kissed her and some instincts.
At that time, the soft and delicate, sometimes awkwardly wild kisses, an unusually irritating sensation, went straight down Yang Can's tail vertebrae and spread to his head. And no matter how tossing this Nizi. But the other hand was rubbing against Yang Can's key points unconsciously. This greatly increased Yang Can's pleasure.
The feeling of excitement and freshness, coupled with the effects of alcohol, made Yang Can fall into the clouds. Every "hair" hole on the whole body is all uncomfortable, and it is extremely relaxed while relaxing.
I don't know when, Xue Qiyuan has united with one hand and mouth, and is trying to untie Yang Can's pants.
The eye-catching looks like silk, the delicate and awkward movements, from the top to the bottom, looked particularly coquettish and moving, and it even aroused Yang Can's lust, lying comfortably and enjoying.
I don't know if it is an illusion. Yang Can always feels that Xue Qiyuan is constantly changing as if she is deliberately adjusting her position. Is this eldest lady also a fellow? The research on Japanese action movies is not inferior to my own
However, seeing a pair of white milks squeezed by jade rubbing the snow dangling in the wet clothes, Yang Can's sanity also stopped working, but slowly wanted to take the initiative, but Xue Qiyuan was obviously still a little flustered and stopped with her hands. He took the next step, unlocked Yang Can's ***, and finally held his key part with one hand, while hugging his body, the pretty face rubbed against Yang Can's face.
Yang Can "touched" her back and "hip" with one hand, feeling like flying up to the clouds, comfortable wanting to call out, Xue Qiyuan's eyes are silky but clearly with a trace of grievances and sadness, panting. He kissed Yang Can and asked softly:
"Yang Can... Tell me, if... I make you feel uncomfortable in the future, will you forgive me?"
"En.." Yang Can didn't hear clearly what she said was just haggling, but he felt excited, but his senses seemed to be getting slower and slower. He couldn't help but sway his head, "fan", "fan" Looking at Xue Qiyuan's face full of apologetic tears, she seemed to be saying something, but she couldn't hear her clearly... she lost consciousness.
***
I didn't know how long it had been before I was confused, I only felt that the light gradually brightened, and then I heard a gentle voice in my confusion: "It's time to get up."
Yang Canen let out a cry, "rubbing" his eyes, and said naturally, "Why did you get up early?" Looking at the beautiful figure beside the bed, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hug her in his arms. Although the other party did not resist, he I heard a gentle voice stammering in my arms: "I...not her...you see...clearly."
After waking up suddenly, Yang Can widened his eyes. The gentle and skilled face in front of him was not Xue Qiyuan, but Yan Shangxi. He suddenly jumped up and looked around instinctively. The clock on the wall turned out to be ten o'clock in the morning. Up.
I was very surprised, it was impossible. Although he had come out of the army, he still remained quite vigilant. In an unfamiliar environment, he would wake up with a little movement. How could he not wake up at 10 o'clock and suddenly feel his head? It hurts a bit, and I "touched" the temple unconsciously.
"Sorry, I was confused." Yan Shangxi looked awkwardly and asked, "How did you get in?" The island villas and apartments here are all separated and independent, and the security is extremely tight. If you don’t have a key, it’s not. It's possible to enter.
Yan Shangxi didn't seem to blame Yang Can for being rude, but rather accustomed to him, handed him a bowl of ginger soup to explain, and wrote a post-it note:
"Yesterday night, a woman called me and said you were sick and asked me to take care of you. Your door was not closed when I came." He took out a note and put it in front of Yang Can: "This is She stayed."
Juanxiu's handwriting on the note is very simple, with only one sentence: "I'm really sorry, Yang Can."
Yang Can began to "rub" his forehead and slowly recalled what happened last night. After gradually reorganizing some details, the more he thought about it, the more strange it became. Indeed, this Nizi suddenly used various old-fashioned bridges to seduce him inexplicably. , And suddenly took the initiative in **, seemingly deliberately adjusted his position during the lingering time, and also said that he should forgive her or something...
The most suspicious thing is the state of my brain in a muddle-headed state, yes, cake~! There was a problem with the cake, and I fell asleep so heavily. Yang Can suddenly remembered what was wrong, and at the same time suddenly raised his head to look at the double chandelier, stood up from the **, looked up, and sure enough, one of the light bulbs was down. There are obvious signs of change...
With all these environmental details, Yang Can only thought of one possibility of "sex", the most absurd possibility of "sex".. Isn't this damn routine that is often used by the outsiders to take pornographic photos of the husband of the business man~! ? A camera is mounted on the chandelier.
Xue Qiyuan was blowing candles with herself yesterday, and she was lingering with her grievances just to take her own pornographic photos!
Ridiculous~! It's ridiculous! What is she doing? Although Yang Can was a little angry, she was more confused than laughing or crying, and couldn't figure out the reason.. No wonder she had to take the initiative, just not letting herself touch her..
Eighty percent, Xue Qiyuan, a shrewd woman, had also miscalculated. I thought that the "drug" in the cake would be poured by herself, but she didn't know that her resistance to "drug" and "sex" were five times that of ordinary. In the end, she had no choice but to toss so many things. .. I got it with my hand. This young lady is probably wronged to death.. Thinking of this, Yang Can finds it interesting again, but what exactly does she want to do with her pornographic photos? He is not Lin Feng, and Xue Qiyuan is not a well-known artist...
"Buffett is looking for you." Yan Shangxi was feeding him ginger soup while reminding him of important things, and handed him the phone.
Almost delayed business affairs, Yang Can's sullen mouth was a little bit crying, Yan Shangxi looked at him curiously and asked, "Who are you on?"
Yang Can almost didn't spit out the ginger soup. He could almost imagine how the poetic and picturesque Lin Daiyu resurrected Wen Wan woman like Yan Shangxi could say such rude words in her mouth
Glancing at her very badly, thinking that even if she can't use long sentences, she doesn't need to use words like this. After holding back for a long time, she sighed deeply: "Actually, I should have been fucked by someone..."
Without answering who it was, he got up and put on his clothes and was going to see Buffett. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong. I was wearing *** and pajamas, and there was no trace of any "liquid" body. I suddenly looked back or Yan Shangxi asked: " Little mute... I ask, when you came, was I in my pajamas?"
Yan Shangxi looked at Yang Can calmly and shook his head gently.
"Then what did I look like when you came..."
"The appearance of being...by someone..." Yan Shangxi still looked at Yang Can gently, with a smile that seemed like nothing at the corner of his mouth.
"..." Yang Can instinctively clamped his legs and covered his crotch. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to ***(***.***) to vote for recommendation, ***, your support is my biggest motivation.)