Zeng Liang tiptoed into the independent hot spring pool where the young man was. In the mist, she looked at the man's strong and perfect back body standing by the pool. She tightly covered her beating heart, her face was as red as a cloud, and she couldn't breathe.
Even, his eyes were stunned.
Before the man lifted his feet into the water, Zeng Liang quickly caught up with him, stood two steps away from him, and summoned up the courage to say loudly, "Fang, I have been secretly in love with you for three years, and now I want to have fun with you!"
Like this, I give you ten seconds. If you don’t want to be my man, then don’t turn around and just keep silent. If you...are willing, then turn around and kiss me, one...two..."
The slender figure of the man standing in front froze suddenly. He was obviously extremely surprised. He did not expect that Zeng Liang would rush in here, nor did he expect that she would express her love to him like this.
When the count reached the tenth second, Zeng Liang gave a bitter smile as expected, turned around decisively, and determined to stay on good terms with him from now on.
Unexpectedly, before she turned around and took a step, her right arm was grabbed by a man.
Immediately, after a dreamlike spin, Zeng Liang was firmly held in the man's arms, and his red lips were quickly captured.
Although ten seconds have passed, eleven seconds have not yet arrived.
The man did not reject her advances, but gave her an accepting a-surprise-kiss!
At the end of a moderate peck, the man leaned against her trembling lips and said in a magnetic voice, "Excuse me, one kiss is not enough? How about something more exciting?"
Zeng Liang nodded stupidly in surprise. As he nodded, the dress had been peeled off by a man as easily as an eggshell, and then fell to the ground lightly.
When the two beautiful figures were close to each other, one cold and one burning, a strong stench suddenly hit them from all directions and went straight to their noses.
The man suddenly pushed Zeng Liang away hard, covered his mouth with his right hand, and asked with a frown on his face, "Why is it so smelly? Did you fart?"
Zeng Liang shook his head desperately with an innocent look on his face, "No, I didn't!"
"Do you think I am the one who farted this stinky fart?" The man frowned angrily, and before Zeng Liang could explain, he shouted again, "I hate women who fart very smelly, especially women who fart very smelly and refuse to refuse.
A woman who admits it!”
After finishing his words, the man took a step back and soon disappeared in the swirling mist, leaving Zengliang alone in the hot spring pool running and shouting.
"Fang Lin, listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation!"
The dream suddenly woke up and shattered. Zeng Liang sat up suddenly from the bed, closed his eyes and quickly reviewed the dream, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then punched the quilt hard.
Damn it, damn it!
She really didn't understand why she finally had a dream with Fang Lin, but it ended up with a bad smell? Just once or twice, why did it happen every time?
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh..." Zeng Liang shouted angrily and beat his head violently with both hands.
After he continued beating for an unknown amount of time, a sharp dull pain hit him, and Zeng Liang's consciousness disappeared in an instant.
When he regained his consciousness, Zeng Liang found himself in the hot spring pool in the dream again. There was no one else around, only the lingering stench.
Dumbfounded, no matter what, Zeng Liang was so angry that he cursed, "Which turtle bastard dares to run wild and release poisonous gas in my dream again and again? Get out of here if you dare, or I will curse your ancestors for eight lifetimes."
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I don't know which keyword in Zeng Liang's words played an important role. The originally invisible stench in the air suddenly gathered into a wisp of blue-gray smoke. As the smoke slowly stretched, it gradually transformed into a human form, until it turned into a human figure.
