"Regret? Would I really regret it?" Zhang Yuan walked through the crowd and wandered aimlessly on the deck.
I have to admit that Long Baichuan's words also touched him a little. He is a supernatural person, a heterogeneous in the crowd. For many years, supernaturalists have been feared and suppressed in this world, and even been dissected and studied to the extent that supernaturalists They all fled into the deep mountains, or concealed their names, and did not dare to easily expose the identity of the capable person, just like the killing team, regardless of good and evil, slaughtered the capable person at will, and received the unanimous affirmation and support of all countries in the world.
One day, the killing team or other teams will come again and kill themselves with powerful force. What will they do
However, Zhang Yuan could not face the world of hell on earth. He treated all ordinary humans as lambs and livestock and slaughtered them arbitrarily. Zhang Yuan asked himself that he was not so cold-blooded and ruthless. .
Before he knew it, Zhang Yuan came to the front deck, which was dark and quiet, in sharp contrast with the noise on the back deck. There were people coming and going, but there was no one here.
Oh, no, someone!
"Ouch~" Suddenly a woman's voice came from the front, as if something bad had happened.
Zhang Yuan walked over quickly.
I don’t know when, the moon has risen, and the brilliance of the moonlight is spreading on the front deck. In front of the endless sea background, standing a woman like a mermaid, her plump figure is like the perfect masterpiece of the emperor, especially The curvy fragrant buttocks made a man's heart beat.
"Yang..." Zhang Yuangang wanted to call Miss Yang, but thinking that Yang Huimin was already married, he quickly changed his words: "Mrs. Zhou."
"Oh, it's Mr. Zhang, come and help me." Yang Huimin looked back and saw Zhang Yuan hurriedly said.
"Okay, what's the matter?" Zhang Yuan walked quickly, "My heel has sunk." Yang Huimin supported the railing and turned to look at the heel.
Zhang Yuan noticed that Yang Huimin had already taken a shower, and she had some wet hair with some curls, which looked very charming. At the same time, she also changed her clothes, took off her tight cheongsam, and changed into a short skirt with suspenders, and she turned her head back. The action in the back view highlights her perfect Hunyuan chest, standing beside her, all in wa
, Zhang Yuan just saw the two squeezed snow-white plump flesh, and the deep ditch that was fascinating.
Zhang Yuan couldn't help but was stunned. With Yang Huimin's movements, the two groups of whitening softness were still vigorously bouncing. In an instant, Zhang Yuan's whole body seemed to be rushing into his brain, and his entire face was fascinated. It was hot, the heart was beating quickly, and a rush of blood in the dantian rushed into the bottom.
"Will you help me pull it out?"
Yang Huimin asked Zhang Yuan to wake up again, thinking that Miss Hong Kong was really tempting, she quickly retracted her gaze, and squatted down after agreeing twice with "Oh oh".
It turned out that there was a gap in the deck under the railing of the ship that had been in disrepair, and the heels of Yang Huimin's high-heeled shoes were very thin, and the heels were sunk by accident.
Under Yang Huimin is a short skirt, just blocking the face of the legs, but the white knees and straight and graceful calves are clearly displayed in front of Zhang Yuan. Yang Huimin is not wearing stockings. Under the moonlight, the ivory calf exudes. The charming glow makes people dizzy, and the fragrance makes people want to smell it against her legs.
"Did you pull it out?" Yang Huimin asked in a low voice, then looked a little nervously in the direction of the passage, and saw the darkness over there, then said: "You grab my leg and pull it out."
A man’s imagination is rich, and Zhang Yuan naturally thinks about the bed. Can you pull it out? You grabbed my leg and pull it out, my God, isn’t this provoking me to commit a crime, Zhang Yuan even thought of it in his heart The two lines of dialogue are matched with action, of course the protagonists are himself and Yang Huimin.
"Okay, I'll try." Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and caught the exquisite little ankle. The start was extremely slippery and gentle, with a smooth grip, slender and smooth.
In fact, Zhang Yuan's strength used his fingers to pry the soles of the shoes, and he could pull the heels out with just one effort, but what moved him was that Yang Huimin said, you grab my feet and pull them out. The shoes are very cool, just a few straps are hung on the feet, as long as the feet move, they can be taken off, why did she not take off the shoes and let her pull out, but let herself hold her feet
Zhang Yuan guessed that this woman was interesting to herself, so naturally she wouldn't pull out the heels so quickly, but went back and forth to feel the graceful calf of Miss Hong Kong with her hands.
To avoid embarrassment, Zhang Yuan asked while pulling his shoes: "Where is Sir Zhou?"
"he slept."
The old man was asleep, and Zhang Yuan suddenly thought that Yang Huimin had taken a bath. Could it be that the old man had been doing activities with Yang Huimin just now? Is this too weak to sleep
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan became excited again for no reason. The sea breeze was blowing Yang Huimin’s body fragrance. In front of him were the legs of the jade man. Zhang Yuan felt that the flames underneath were burning more and more. One hand had already crawled on his knees. Zhang Yuan's fingers suddenly felt Yang Huimin's slight tremor and her breathing disorder, Zhang Yuan raised his head.
This raised his head, and a more beautiful scene appeared in front of Zhang Yuan. Yang Huimin’s skirt was fully shown to Zhang Yuan. The inside of the white legs were as white as fat, the narrow bridge between the two legs, and the bridge underneath. That slightly raised hill...
Under the romantic and charming moonlight, the calm sea, the slightly dark and secluded bow, a mature woman who is as seductive as a mermaid, a man is squatting under her skirt and admiring the boundless spring scenery in her skirt. Laughing, Zhang Yuan almost had a nosebleed, almost beastly, almost rushing out.
But this was almost nothing, it didn't become reality, because Zhang Yuan's mind was not filled with beauty. He was fascinated and even erotic, but he never delayed major events because of his lust for beauty.
Now it seems that Yang Huimin is here to seduce himself. If Yang Huimin is not able to get a happy life and sexual satisfaction to seduce him, he would be happy to help Yang Huimin with this favor and fill this charming stubborn thing.
But what if this is not the case? What if there is a conspiracy behind this, or the old man Sir Zhou arranged for Yang Huimin to come? And according to the character of the old man Zhou, would he agree to his wife hanging out alone in such a cool dress at such a late hour
There is another key point that Zhang Yuan can control. Zhuge Xiaowen said that there is still a villain that hasn't been found. Is this villain Yang Huimin? Or Zhou Jialiang? In short, Zhang Yuan must be careful not to fall into the trap of others.
At this moment, Yang Huimin's body was trembling slightly, her breathing was chaotic, her snowy face was flushed with emotion, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, she felt the little man's hand approaching her restricted area, she Are you guessing in your heart that he will pounce? Will you brutally press yourself on the railing of the ship and enter yourself vigorously? Can he satisfy himself that he hasn't been moisturizing the fields for a long time? Yang Huimin thought, only to feel that Xiuli was steaming, and there must have been some floral dew overflowing.