When Yang Can arrived at Guangmao Street, Xia Meng hadn’t arrived yet, she just sat boringly on the side of the street and looked at the beauties. There are a lot of handsome men and beautiful girls in this commercial street in Nancheng. All kinds of new "trend" fashions, especially girls, stepped on them. The length of high heels can definitely make men feel jealous and low self-esteem in a certain way, while the length of the skirt is completely suitable for rags. Of course, this makes Yang Can very happy, letting his eyes eat ice cream comfortably, and suddenly he feels a little familiar.
This charming little figure, this beautiful figure, Xu Yinyin? There was a man next to him, Yang Can's heart tensed, and he stood up unconsciously, but it was a pity that the figure in the distance disappeared in a flash, making him a little bit disappointed.
Not far away from the car on the street, he heard the sound of a motorcycle motor. Yang Can looked back in a daze, and saw a somewhat old red Yamaha motorcycle coming from far to near.
Although the motorcycle itself is old and old, it still attracts the attention of many people, because compared to the car, the people on it are more eye-catching. The female rider wearing a helmet is a tight red t-shirt with a short "fan". In your skirt, a pair of snow-white long legs stepped on the car, showing the unique "fan" lines, especially the pair on the chest, which stands upright against the tight-fitting t-shirt, which makes people dreamy. .
Stopped and jumped down, took off the helmet, a pure and artistic face, a sassy and moving heroic posture when getting off the car, and an exquisite figure with a sense of sex. The wonderful combination made her full of unspeakable charm.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen it?" Xia Meng, who took off the helmet, shook her delicate short hair, and asked Yang Can with her big eyes shining strangely.
Xia Meng still has such a side? This literary girl really has a sense of "sex" today. Yang Can feels as uncomfortable as a cat scratching in her heart at this time. She didn't expect her to be so touching. Her heart beats quickly and she asked with her mouth flat, "Girl, you are better than me." Imagine being richer, and having money to buy this?" "Touched" the Yamaha.
"It's rented. I'm usually stressed out, so I'll take this to vent it." Speaking of the motorcycle, Xia Meng's delicate face showed a radiant smile.
"Go, take you to a place..." He took out the helmet he had prepared and threw it to Yang Can.
"Didn't you invite me to dinner? Where are you going?" Yang Can asked curiously, holding a helmet, "Can you do it? Or I can take you." Yang Can has never done a girl's motorcycle in this life. Not used to it.
"You're really bullshit... Come up, hug my waist." Xia Meng glared at Yang Can, turned over and jumped onto the motorcycle, patted her waist as a sign.
Yang Can was a little hesitant at first, seeing Xia Meng sitting on a motorcycle with an infinitely beautiful back, coupled with the pretty "sexy" lines of the "butt", immediately made up his mind, put on the helmet, and hugged Xia tightly. On Meng’s waist, she felt a tempting, reverie aroma, and her hands felt a soft and delicate touch. There was an inexplicable pleasure. It’s a good person to pay for it... Last time she was so tired to carry this girl, and now it’s a blessing. what…
"Sit down, don't fall..."
This kind of greasy reminder made it seem like a coquettish, so energetic young man Yang Can was a little short of breath. As his lust was rising, he quickly leaned back as best as he could, trying to keep a safe distance out.
But before adjusting, he felt a huge forward traction suddenly hit. Yang Can, who was still immersed in the pleasure of touching, immediately felt a huge sense of crisis, and could only die instinctively with his hands. She clung to Xia Meng's waist tightly, no matter where she could eat tofu.
The old motorcycle exerted an explosive force that was completely inconsistent with its appearance, and rushed out quickly, as if a fast speeding elf was speeding through the lane.
Yang Can sat in the back seat, smelling the faintly elegant fragrance in the wind, watching the surrounding scene disappear backwards, feeling the warm body temperature of Xia Meng in front of him, and suddenly there was a strange warmth for no reason, and he was carried by the girl. It's a very special feeling.
However, this good feeling lasted only a few minutes, and when Xia Meng was completely in the state, the situation changed.
Someone has said that there are three levels of motorbikes. The first is about 70 miles. You can stretch out your palms and feel like you are "touching" a woman’s house against the wind. The second is 100 miles. The palm of your hand stretched out to feel a shot put against it. At 120, then your hand is like being slapped by someone’s whip...
On the way Yang Can, he was not lucky enough to feel the wonderful touch of the legendary ru house with his hands. Almost he was hovering between the shot and the whip in pain. What's more, the girl Xia Meng was in control of the motorcycle. Hardly slowing down in front of so many cars, as long as any seemingly narrow gap can pass, she dared to pass.
Several times, Yang Can felt that a few cars had wiped past himself, which was extremely thrilling. At this time, he finally understood what it means to not be afraid of driving, and those who are afraid of riding in a car have become a common saying. No matter what driving is this, it is absolutely life-threatening. ! His hands were sweaty nervously, and he proposed with some worry.
"Xia Meng... There are many cars, so drive slowly."
"Huh? Slow enough... I'm usually much faster than this..."
Hearing Xia Meng's silver bells of laughter, Yang Can felt that something was wrong with this. Using mind-reading techniques, the consciousness text on the top of Xia Meng's head was very clear: "This guy should be scared this time? It’s pretty cute to hold me so tightly. You dare to look disapproving."
Okay... You little girl dare to tease me, Yang Can suddenly realized that Xia Meng was deliberately trying to see him embarrassed so much. She was depressed. Suddenly she turned sharply ahead and couldn't help being startled. When I grasped it again, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The two were quietly stuck together under the barrier of thin clothing, feeling each other's body temperature, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats, a wonderful feeling of throbbing lingering in their hearts, very graceful, Yang Can was a little immersed in it. .
Suddenly, the speed slowed down.
"Yang Can... You guy did it on purpose!" Listening to Xia Meng's delicate voice, Yang Can was taken aback for a moment before suddenly realizing that he was not holding the wind right now. It was the genuine products of Taiwan's high-quality products on Treasure Island, and the old face was rarely red, so he quickly put his hands down.
"Sorry, sorry... It was not intentional." Although Yang Can loves to take advantage, he also has his own principles. This kind of trick of stealing chickens and "feeling" dogs is not his style.
"Oh... You took advantage... I didn't mean to solve it on purpose. After all, I didn't want to be responsible." Xia Meng slowed down, a little annoyed, but felt that Yang Can's apology made her even more depressed. I don't know why. Although Yang Can took her so much advantage just now, she didn't feel a trace of disgust in her heart. Instead, she felt the inexplicable little deer's "random" collision.
"Then you can be honest, put the phone in your pants pocket and poke me..." Xia Meng reminded me shamefully, and leaned back with her hand.
Xia Meng frowned slightly and stretched out a hand with her back to her back. She still muttered, "Take it away, it's so uncomfortable for me. What kind of broken phone. It's still hot." One push.
Yang Can opened his mouth slightly, trying to endure it but couldn't help it, humming with emotions between wandering and pain and enjoyment: "Ah..."
Such an extremely ambiguous voice caused Xia Meng in front of her to froze for a moment. At this moment, she suddenly felt that the volume of the "mobile phone" in her hand swelled a little. It reacted immediately. A few seconds later, all the drivers who were driving on this highway within ten kilometers heard a Taiwanese scream...