There were several young offspring who had dinner together, and Chaolu was the head of them. After drinking, the young people couldn't rest, and gathered together to wrestle and learn their skills. Chaolu has a strong body, a stable center of gravity, and no disadvantages. None of the lads are his opponents.
After defeating his own partner, Chao Lu hooked towards Qiao Feng, smiling relaxedly and proudly, with a provocative expression on his face.
Qiao Feng did not respond to Chao Lu, but glanced at the blue shirt beside him.
Lanshan's face was not very good. Tonight, Chaolu laughed at Qiao Feng for not being able to drink, and then wanted to wrestle with him.
This is her hometown, and she doesn't want her hometown to leave Qiao Feng with a bad impression of being aggressive and unsympathetic.
Qiao Feng peeked at Lan Shan's complexion, only as if she was angry with him. As her man, he has to be responsible and strong enough to be qualified to protect his woman... Thinking of this, he picked up a bowl of mare's milk wine in front of the blue shirt, gurgled, and killed it in one breath.
Lanshan didn't pay attention to his sudden move, and looked at him in surprise.
After drinking, Qiao Feng gently wiped the corner of his mouth and looked back at her. In the night, his smile was shallow, and the flames reflected in his eyes, making his pupils feel like flames beating in the depths.
Lanshan took the bowl and asked anxiously, "What are you doing? Are you okay?"
Qiao Feng shook his head. He waited quietly for a few minutes, feeling that the drunken scent was about to provoke his fighting power, so he stood up and walked towards Chaolu.
Lanshan finally knew what he was going to do, and she tugged at his hand, "Be careful, you can't beat it, don't hurt yourself."
He lowered his head and smiled at her, then nodded. Because he was suppressing his emotions, he smiled with such a twisted evil spirit, and the blue shirt trembled.
Qiao Feng looked thin, but in fact he was in good health. Although his muscles were not as developed as Chao Lu, they were well-proportioned and smooth and contained strength.
Wrestling and fighting are two styles of fighting, and there is no difference between good and bad, some just adapt to local conditions and adapt to changes. Qiao Feng was watching just now. He knew how Chaolu wrestled, but Chaolu didn't understand how Qiao Feng would make moves. In this way, Qiao Feng had the upper hand.
As the saying goes, "knowing yourself and the enemy will never end in a hundred battles." After the two met each other, one was motionless as a mountain, and the other as agile as a leopard. Although Chaolu had the upper hand in strength, he was still unable to knock Qiao Feng down. Qiao Feng reacted very quickly. Glue down.
Not only the blue shirts, almost everyone looked very nervous. Qiao Feng has been supporting Chaolu for a long time, surpassing the rest of the younger generations present. Based on this alone, everyone's view of him has changed. Man, he still has to speak with strength, Qiao Feng has already shown his strength here.
Lanshan looked excited, clenched his fists and urged desperately, shouting anxiously, "Qiao Feng, come on! Joe Feng, come on! Honey, kill him!"
Originally, Qiao Feng was stuck in Chaolu's leg and stalemate with him. Hearing the blue shirt cheering on himself, his energy trough was full in an instant, and his strength suddenly increased. He leaned sideways to avoid head-on, then pulled Chao Lu's arm and bowed sharply with his back facing him.
Chaolu didn't expect that Qiao Feng would dare to have a shoulder throw with him, and what he didn't expect was that he actually threw him over...
He was not prepared to guard at all, so he was still lying on the ground.
This young man actually defeated Chaolu! The people around cheered. In an instant, several young people had already regarded Qiao Feng as their new idol, and a young man brought him a bowl of wine.
Qiao Feng didn't even look at it, so he raised his neck and killed him. After drinking, he looked down at Chao Lu, who was still a little confused, then threw the bowl away and strode towards the blue shirt.
Lanshan covered his mouth and looked at him in disbelief. Although she knew that Qiao Feng would fight very well after drinking, the opponent was Chao Lu after all. Chao Lu had participated in wrestling competitions and won the rankings. In short, it was very powerful. Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng's force value is so strong, even more powerful than Chao Lu.
Due to the change of mentality, Lanshan now looks at Qiao Feng and feels that he is particularly tall, a domineering president Faner. She watched him come and sat back next to her.
Seeing the blue shirt's expression of being struck by lightning, Qiao Feng frowned slightly, "You let me kill him."
Knowing that he was irritable, Lanshan quickly said to calm him down, "Yes, yes, but I didn't expect you to be so handsome! Qiao Feng, you are so handsome!" As he said, he held his face and looked at him with a smile.
Qiao Feng twisted his face and hummed softly, "Nympho!"
Blue shirt: "Hehehe..."
At this time, someone came to give Qiao Feng a toast. Probably because of the mentality of having a broken can, Qiao Feng would not refuse to come, and everyone would drink it, but the more he drank, the more his face became darker. Fortunately, it is night, the fire is constantly shaking, everyone is very high, and no one can accurately read the emotions conveyed by his facial expressions.
Lanshan stopped him several times, but couldn't stop him from drinking.
Her grandfather finally showed a happy smile and looked at Qiao Feng with satisfaction.
Lanshan knew about Qiao Feng's problem, and was afraid that he might have a problem with drinking, so he hurriedly dragged him away without waiting for a break.
Because my uncle runs a special hotel, there are many yurts at home. Most of the yurts are disassembled. Among them is a small tent that belongs to the blue shirt. Every year when she comes back, she will assemble it on a specific foundation and put it away when she leaves. This year is certainly no exception. Qiao Feng also helped when assembling the tent.
The tent where Qiao Feng lived was also assembled today, not far from the small blue shirt tent. Lan Sweater originally wanted to help him return to his own den to rest, but when he walked halfway, he turned his feet and walked straight towards the blue jersey's tent.
"Wrong, wrong." Lanshan said as he tried to pull him to the other end.
He locked the target and kept walking towards the small tent. With so much strength, the blue shirt couldn't hold him at all. Instead, he was dragged forward until he got into her tent.
The blue shirt was confused when he was drinking too much, so he had to let him sit on the bed first. She turned around and poured him a cup of hot water.
Qiao Feng took the hot water and placed it on the small table in front of the bed. He placed the elbow of his right hand on the table, clenched his hand into a fist, squeezed his face, tilted his head and looked at her.
This little yurt only lives in blue shirts, and the space is not large. The outside of the tent is mainly in white and blue, and the inside is mainly red. The circular steel frame is surrounded by a red curtain, and the radial steel frame on the dome is also painted red, like a giant umbrella. A small chandelier hangs down from the center of the umbrella top. The red paper lampshade wraps a 40-watt incandescent lamp, emitting a soft light, like a glowing orange.
The carpet is reddish brown with woven patterns, simple furniture, a low single bed, a table, a basin stand, and some daily necessities.
The sheets and quilt are a set, with a white background and red cartoon ponies printed all over it, which is really cute.
Such a room is like a wedding night in a bridal chamber.
Thinking of this, Qiao Feng's heart warmed, and the blood throughout his body was flowing rapidly. He could almost hear the sound of blood surging in his blood vessels stirring his eardrums...
He squinted his eyes, his dark eyes were shining with warm light, and he fixedly looked at her.
The blue shirt drank the wine. At this moment, under the light of the light, his face was red, as gorgeous as a peach blossom, and his eyes looked bright and charming. Just looking at it from a distance made the population dry. Qiao Feng's thoughts drifted a bit far, thinking of the lingering lingering of the two two days ago, a burst of blood surged.
The blue shirt's eyes were rolling around, as if a little disturbed. She squeezed her fist and covered her lips, "Cough, um... are you drunk?"
Qiao Feng looked at her with his chin, "What do you think, little she-wolf?"
She coughed uncomfortably again, and looked at his face. Although it was not as gloomy as it was when he drank, it was still not pretty. His brows wrinkled unconsciously, presumably very uncomfortable.
Lanshan knew that he was trying his best to endure it, and she inexplicably hurt him, "Why don't you go to bed first? I guess it will be fine until tomorrow."
"I can't sleep," he stared straight at her, "it can't sleep either." As he said, his left finger pointed between his legs.
Blue shirt: "..."
Do you want to be like this? The blue shirt's face was red into a tomato, and she turned her face away, "Stop making trouble, there are so many people outside."
He lowered his voice and said, "Come here."
Do not. She stood still there.
Qiao Feng took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions floating like waves. He deliberately said sadly, "Blue shirt, I was beaten by that person just now, and my body hurts."
"Ah, where does it hurt?" Lan Shan was very worried when he heard this, and hurriedly walked over. She knew Chaolu's skill, and she would inevitably get hurt if she fought with him.
Alas, I knew I should stop Qiao Feng, and the victory or defeat at the moment can't tell me anything...
Qiao Feng's face collapsed, looking very aggrieved. Seeing Lanshan coming over, he whispered, "Back hurts."
The blue shirt asked him to take off his shirt and help him check his back. There was no obvious wound on his back. She was afraid that he would hurt his bones. Following her movement, he gently inhaled and groaned: "Well, you can use a little harder... and then go down..."
Lanshan slapped his waist awkwardly, "You're all right!"
"Blue shirt, my leg hurts."
Lanshan was afraid that he was really hurt, so he had to lift his trousers up to check that there was indeed a green spot on his strong calf. She dared not touch the bruise, and asked, "Where else hurts?"
Qiao Feng said hurriedly, "The thigh hurts too."
The blue shirt had to take off his pants. Qiao Feng is very cooperative.
There was no injury on the thigh, the only injury on the whole body was the bruise on the calf. Lan Shan pondered, and later asked his grandpa for some medicinal wine to wipe him. At this time, Qiao Feng hummed again, "Blue shirt, my butt hurts too." He lay on the bed and waited for her. Come and strip off the last piece of clothing from him.
Lanshan couldn't laugh or cry. Chaolu was a wrestler, so how could he spank his butt? She was also mad and slapped his ass hard now, "Does it still hurt?"
Qiao Feng looked back at her, his tight eyebrows stretched a little, the corners of his eyes flew with spring, "Continue..."
The blue shirt's face was burning up, ah what the hell was she doing! She stood up shyly, turned around and wanted to go.
Qiao Feng quickly got up, grabbed her, and pulled her down. He pressed her on the bed, leaned close dangerously, looked down at her, his dark eyes seemed to gather a storm, "Taking my clothes off, hitting my ass, now want to go?"
You are the one who acted like a baby, and you are the one who is mad and mad! Fine! abnormal!
Lanshan slandered, and replied, "Can you tell me something..."
"Okay, I'm reasonable. Now let me pick it back, fight it back, and we'll be even."
嘤嘤嘤Don't bring this...
The blue shirt struggled hard, but didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear that people outside would know. Qiao Feng was not even afraid of wrestlers, so how could she put her thin arms and legs in his eyes, so she struggled and struggled, which can only be regarded as fun in his eyes. The two of them rolled on the small single bed and made a fuss for a while, Qiao Feng finally took off her clothes as he wished, and hit her ass.
In the process of struggling, he seemed to have fire in his hand, stroking her up and down, lifting up a burst of heat. She didn't idle her lips and tongue, and kept kissing her everywhere, like a monster that sucked people's spirits, which made her weak and soft on the bed, becoming a pool of spring water.
Lanshan was a little puzzled, "You... um, are you a virgin..." It's only the second time. How about this technique
Qiao Feng looked up from her chest, he licked his lips and replied, "You have to believe in science."
What's this about science...
Seeing her eager and painful expression on her face, Qiao Feng explained, "As long as you master the scientific method and cooperate with certain hardware conditions, I can make you climax again and again," he said, he pulled her. He pressed his hand and grinned, "Is it hard?"
The blue shirt rolled his eyes.
Qiao Feng finally stripped off the last cover on the two of them. The two naked bodies are like two fishes entangled and played on the small single bed. Qiao Feng's emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally found a catharsis. The blue shirt is a small tree sapling that is swaying in the wind and rain, involuntarily. The feeling of happiness is all over the body, almost overwhelming her. At first, she could grit her teeth and resist screaming, but later she couldn't help it, so she had to bite on his shoulder and muffled her voice desperately.
In exchange, he reacted more intensely.
The two remained ridiculous until late at night. They don't know when the outsiders left. Later, they sweated a lot and looked more like fish. Lanshan was limp all over, and was really exhausted in the second half of the journey. It didn't work for a long time to beg him, so angry that she had to bite him severely.
Qiao Fengluo kissed her body closely and passionately. She was afraid that he would come again and pushed him feebly. There was a low smile in his throat, not knowing what he was laughing at.
Lanshan thought to himself, it seems that he can't be allowed to drink anymore in the future.
Qiao Feng thought to himself, it seems that I can drink with confidence in the future.