Before Xiaoxiao could recover from the shock, Han Murphy was already sitting on the ground, leaning against the sofa, and started fiddling with his laptop.
The movie has been around for a while, it's Stephen Chow's "Kung Fu".
It’s not that she thinks Star Master’s movies are not good to watch, but when a man and a woman are alone in a room, they should show a movie like “Lust, Caution”.
As the film goes by, she thinks about the same question over and over: Is her mind too dirty? Or is Han Murphy just not good at it?
Looking up, Han Murphy was staring at the screen intently, giggling constantly.
Finally, she couldn't help it anymore, and slowly approached her, and asked softly and cautiously: "Murphy, are you not good at it?"
Han Murphy suddenly turned his head and looked at her blankly. After a while, he sighed softly and murmured: "Oh... no more, let's watch a movie."
She was stunned and asked in a louder voice: "Am I right in guessing that you are really impotent?"
"Xiaoxiao, please don't tell anyone else about this. I asked you to come here because I just want you to accompany me. I really have no other ideas." After saying that, Han Murphy buried his head in his knees and kept moving.
The ground trembled, as if crying softly.
Xiaoxiao's nose was sore and her eyes were red. She hugged Han Murphy and said, "Murphy, don't cry, don't cry, there will be a way. You are so rich, there must be a way to cure this disease. By the way.
, if you don’t like women, will you be interested in men?”
Han Feifei put his hand into her bathrobe, pressed his head tightly against her chest, and whispered: "I don't like men, but I don't feel anything about women's bodies either. It's like, now, I'm holding you like this
, I don’t feel anything at all.”
"The feeling of holding her like this won't be strong. You should be like this." At this point, Xiaoxiao pressed Han Murphy's hand on his chest.
"Do you feel it?"
"I still feel nothing." Han Murphy shook his head.
Xiaoxiao became anxious, took off her bathrobe, pulled off the sling, pressed Han Murphy's hand on her chest without any barrier, and asked, "Does it feel like this?"
Han Murphy moved his fingers, then closed his eyes and kept moving up and down. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "I feel a little bit, but it's not very strong."
After being touched wildly by Han Murphy, her face was already as red as an apple.
But when she heard that he still didn't feel anything, she started to sweat on her forehead: "What should I do?"