Zhang Hao was recalling the lips of the little girl Song Ziting with his eyes blurred. His remaining consciousness told himself that this was wrong. He struggled several times, but he couldn't move away. Zhang Hao was struggling, but he was suddenly moved by Song Ziting.
He grabbed the collar of his shirt, and then saw Song Ziting's small hands touching her chest and starting to unbutton her buttons.
Zhang Hao swallowed, and felt that the chest touched by Song Ziting's small hands was as hot as fire, and the cells in his body began to lose control. When he came back to his senses, his upper body had been stripped by Song Ziting.
All was gone, and at this time Song Ziting had already touched her belt and started to unbutton her pants. Zhang Hao froze at first, thinking that he would die down again, but he didn't expect that instead of giving up, he would become more and more looking forward to it.
Get up. Thinking of Song Ziting pulling off her pants when she was a child and calling her a gangster in a cowardly voice, Zhang Hao couldn't help grinning. When Zhang Hao calmed down again, Song Ziting had already reached out and hugged him in a daze.
Neck, Zhang Hao has never seen Song Ziting who looks like this. At this time, she is enthusiastic, even a little docile, and even more full of temptation. Finally, Zhang Hao's brain began to go blank and he couldn't bear it anymore. He cursed in a low voice: "Little
Man, you brought it on yourself this time!"
Then he no longer suppressed his emotions, bullied her body, and changed from passive to active. It was not until Song Ziting was completely naked by him and she was gasping for breath under her body that the heat in Zhang Hao's body was released happily.
Because of the drunkenness, the two of them went crazy that night. Song Ziting was not the sweetheart like a little bird at heart, so Zhang Hao's back looked like it was scratched by Song Ziting. It was stained by sweat.
It hurt a little bit, but at this moment, Zhang Hao actually felt that it was an incomparable enjoyment, so he couldn't stop. At the same time, Song Ziting was not much better. Because of Zhang Hao's madness, Song Ziting, who had never experienced human affairs, had premature legs.
She became soft, and there were red marks all over her body. Finally, she lay on the bed and started moaning. Zhang Hao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and put his arms around Song Ziting and wrapped her in his arms. In the end, Zhang Hao only remembered the sheets.
The red bloodstain on her body was brilliant. She hugged Song Ziting, who was as soft as a pool of water, and fell asleep deeply with a grin on her face. However, Song Ziting thought it was a beautiful dream, in which she was huddled in the arms of that handsome boy.
I slept soundly, but in my dream I always felt that the handsome guy looked very much like the stinky gangster, and my whole body ached as if I had been run over by a car.
When the sun shone into the room, Song Ziting flattened her mouth, slowly opened her eyes, and stretched out her hands to cover the sunlight that passed through the curtains. Only then did she feel that her whole body was falling apart, and her head hurt as if it was about to split. Covering her eyes
Her arm was so sore that Song Ziting subconsciously looked at her arm, only to realize that she seemed to have been beaten. The arm was covered in bruises, and it was even worse when she looked at her chest. Song Ziting didn't care that her brain was still lacking oxygen, and suddenly jumped out of bed.
Sitting up. This sitting was probably the thing Song Ziting regretted the most in her life, because she didn't realize that the quilt on her body was pressed firmly by the naked body next to her. When she sat up, she naturally
She turned into a naked exhibitionist. Suddenly her body exposed to the air felt the cold air, and Song Ziting realized something was wrong. Her brain was running rapidly, and then she turned her head to the side and saw that the person lying next to her was not someone else.
It was Zhang Hao. At this time, Zhang Hao had also woken up and was staring at him with his peach blossom eyes.
"Ah!" Song Ziting screamed, quickly retreated to the bed, grabbed the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly. Then she turned to look at Zhang Hao, who seemed to have not recovered yet: "You rogue?
How will you be here?!"
Zhang Hao was snatched away from the quilt by Song Ziting, and his whole body was exposed to the air. Only then did he realize what state he was in. It turned out that his eyes were not blurred just now, and the white body he saw was not someone else's. It was at this moment.
Xiao Nizi yelled at herself. "I...why am I here?" Zhang Hao touched his head.
"You hooligan, you don't even have any clothes on, why don't you leave quickly!" Song Ziting was furious, stretched out a leg from the quilt, and kicked Zhang Hao, who was still stunned, to the ground.
Zhang Hao had been in an unresponsive state, so he was kicked by Song Ziting and fell to the ground unprepared. There was a muffled thud. Zhang Hao's butt was so painful that he finally woke up.
, the scene last night flashed through my mind. It was obviously this little girl who came to pull off my clothes, but now she turned her back and refused to recognize him! When he got up, he wanted to argue with Song Ziting. But when he stood up, he was naked.
She was so frightened that Song Ziting screamed: "Zhang Hao, you are a gangster, you have been since you were a child!"
Zhang Hao became even more angry when he heard this. Why did he become a gangster? Remembering that Song Ziting was not like this last night, he pulled the quilt and wanted to reason, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Then the voice of Song Zikun, Song Ziting's brother, came: "Tingting, are you up? What happened to make such a big noise? I'm coming in..." Then the sound of the doorknob turning was heard.
As soon as Zhang Hao heard the noise, he didn't care much. He reached out and grabbed the quilt and got into the bed. As soon as Song Ziting, who was huddled in the quilt, heard her brother's voice outside the door, she immediately became nervous and her little head suddenly jumped from the quilt.
He got out, but faced Zhang Hao's handsome face. Thinking that he and Zhang Hao were huddled under the quilt without wearing anything, his face immediately turned red to the roots of his ears, and he was stunned there at a loss.
Zhang Hao was stunned when he accidentally touched Song Ziting's hot body, but when he heard the footsteps at the door, he quickly covered both of them with quilts without thinking about anything else, and subconsciously hugged Song Ziting to block him behind him.
At this time, he himself did not realize how ambiguous this was.
"Tingting, my parents are here too. Did you tell them that I'm back?" Song Zikun didn't know what was going on in the room at all. He was woken up by Father Song and Mother Song early in the morning. He was so angry that he heard
Hearing the movement in Song Ziting's room, he rushed over, but he didn't expect that the first thing he saw when he rushed to the bedroom door was not the sleepy Song Ziting, but Zhang Hao who was leaning on the bed with his shoulders half exposed, so he opened his mouth for a long time.
Didn't react: "Haozi, you...why are you here?"
"Kunzi, I...I" Zhang Hao scratched his head and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He felt that this might be the most embarrassing thing in his life, facing him for the first time
The best friend who grew up together was speechless, but Zhang Hao was wrong. He was still behind when he was even more embarrassed. A "Tingting" came from the door, completely short-circuiting Zhang Hao's already overwhelmed brain.
, the people who came to the door were none other than Song Ziting’s father and mother. This was really tragic.
Zhang Hao narrowed his peach blossom eyes, reached out and pulled Song Ziting who was hidden behind him, and then whispered quietly: "Mother, your old man and old lady are all here..."
Song Ziting also heard the sound, and she really couldn't hide it this time, so she shrank her head under the quilt and shouted in a low voice to the three people who were standing at the door of the bedroom, dumbfounded: "Get out, we need to get dressed."
!" It turned out that this voice worked really well, and the three of them all retreated out in unison, but the next result can be imagined. Mr. Song pulled Mother Song to sit on the sofa with a dark face, while Song Zikun's face was expressionless.
It wasn't much better. When Song Ziting and Zhang Hao came out of the bedroom fully dressed, it was as if they had entered an ice cellar.
Zhang Hao lowered his head and shouted softly to Mr. Song: "Uncle" but before opening his mouth to speak, he received a slap in the face. Song Ziting, who was standing next to him, was so frightened that he had no idea.
I have seen Zhang Hao receive such a beating, not to mention that the one who beat him was his father. Looking at Zhang Hao's red and swollen face, he couldn't care about who was right or wrong in this matter, nor could he care that he had always regarded Zhang Hao as his enemy.
, so he pulled Zhang Hao with his messy hair and slipped out of the villa on the mountain.