It turns out that if a man wants to overthrow a woman, he needs to read Sun Tzu's Art of War and master the Thirty-six Stratagems. Only after he is exhausted from all the efforts, will the woman shyly put the man's body on her chest and say, "First
Touch here...there...I'll give it to you when we get married..."
Qian Jun smiled bitterly. How could there be such a woman who could not wait more impatiently than herself?
Zhang Meng seemed to have made up his mind to sacrifice himself. He pulled Qian Jun's hand hard from the front. Qian Jun hesitated for a moment, but also followed. A charming and charming woman volunteered herself. It would be fake not to be moved. But Qian Jun
I still feel a little guilty in my heart. If I really knock this cute girl down, can Political Commissar Zhang spare me? I have a deep love debt, and I keep cutting and getting confused.
What Qian Jun was surprised about was, where did Zhang Meng take her? There was a big room in their house, and she didn't dare to attack her even if they dared to attack her. Where could she go if she didn't go back? Play a field game on this big basketball court?
As soon as he thought of this idea, Qian Jun suddenly got into his head. He looked around and smiled bitterly. Although the basketball court was made up of several small courts, there were street lights everywhere, making it clear at a glance.
. How to do this? Suddenly a person pops up, without being frightened to the point of impotence?
Zhang Meng took Qian Jun's hand and pulled him forward, walking towards the far left corner of the stadium. Only then did Qian Jun discover that there was a small bungalow in that corner. Moreover, this area was in a place where the light could not reach, and there was a small building in front of it.
Covered by rows of poplar trees, it’s really hard to spot if you don’t pay attention.
"Where is this place?" Qian Jun asked.
"Storage room." Zhang Meng whispered. She squeezed Qianjun's hand tightly, still unwilling to let go. Qianjun could feel that there was a lot of sweat between the two people's clasped hands. Could it be that her heart was not as good as a flat surface?
It looked so easy? So what prompted her to do such a thing?
Zhang Meng took Qian Jun's hand and crossed the flower bed on the roadside. He passed through the row of poplar trees and stopped at the door of the hut. He held the round lock on the door and turned it on the right side, and the door opened. Zhang Meng grabbed it again.
Qian Junshou pulled him in as if he was afraid that he would suddenly escape.
boom!
The door of the hut was closed by Zhang Meng, and then the room became completely dark. With Qianjun's eyesight, he could only see the general outlines of some objects, but it was difficult to know their more detailed information.
"Where is the switch?" Qian Jun asked.
"No lights." Zhang Meng said hoarsely: "Brother Qianjun, hug me."
She took the initiative to hug Qian Jun.
Fuck each other passionately.
There was a spring bed below, and the two of them fell down.