This kind of itching is different. It doesn't itch in a regular place, nor does it scratch or scratch.
Zhihao turned on the desk lamp and found a bright red bump protruding from the mushroom-shaped top cover.
The itching spread rapidly throughout the body, reaching all the way to the internal organs and bone marrow. Zhihao was so itchy that he couldn't bear it and couldn't control himself.
The strange itching was accompanied by impulse, and turned into a hazy feeling, which reminded Zhihao of Li Hao and his wife. It was also very similar to the feeling Zhihao had in his dreams. It was a prelude to the release of the suppressed feeling.
It concentrates on one point and fills the whole body.
Zhihao gasped slightly, the impulse and suppression went straight to his head.
I want to release it, but I can't release it for a long time. It slowly accumulates, accumulates to a certain height, and then drops down. This makes Zhi anxious and unbearable, and he can't stop.
Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore. Zhihao's body became so light that he floated up, and his brain lost all consciousness.
Zhihao slowly calmed down and hurriedly wiped his belly clean with his half-taken shorts.
He grabbed a piece of clothing and wrapped it around his waist, went to the bathroom, and let out the accumulated waste water in his body. Only then did Zhihao feel much more comfortable.
Under the light, Zhi looked at the red envelope carefully, but still did not withdraw.
Zhihao sighed and secretly cursed this annoying mosquito. It didn't bite Grandma T, but it chose this shameful place.
The strange thing is that after such a tossing, the itching disappeared, but it brought another feeling.
Zhihao felt a trace of heat, gathering from his brother's roots, and slowly flowing around his body. Zhihao didn't know what it felt like, but he always felt extremely comfortable, even a bit like part of what he felt just now, a faint itching, a faint
of comfort.
Zhihao felt dazed and refreshed, and fell asleep comfortably.
Here, we will not express Zhihao’s special feelings for the moment.
As for Zhihao, what kind of magical changes will be brought to Zhihao after being bitten by a magical mosquito, we will naturally explain it later, dear readers, please wait and see.
Li Hao and his wife got up.
The girlfriend went to buy breakfast. Li Hao was shaving, humming a tune, and looked in high spirits.
Zhihao couldn't sleep and had to get up.
Pulling out a clean pair of underwear and putting them on, Zhihao got dressed and opened the door.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Li Hao came in and greeted Zhihao.
"Slept well, I just heard you snoring in the middle of the night." Zhihao smiled.
Li Hao was stunned, then smiled, "Brother, be more careful in the future. If you are like that, I will take care of you." Zhihao also laughed, "I'm a heavy sleeper, it doesn't matter."
Having bought it earlier, Li Hao invited Zhihao to eat together, but Zhihao declined, "No, I'll go out to eat by myself."
As soon as I arrived at the company, the customer called and said there was a problem with the computer.
Li Hao sent Zhihao to have a look, but Zhihao arrived in a hurry.
The hostess opened the door to Zhihao.
Zhihao noticed that the house was spacious and bright, luxuriously and tastefully decorated, and there were many books in the bookcases.
The hostess is still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, half-shirt and short skirt.
There was nothing wrong with the computer, but the display cable was not plugged in tightly. The hostess touched it when she was wiping the monitor, and it came loose, so the connection was not good.
In fact, it was also Zhihao's dereliction of duty. Zhihao should have tightened it yesterday.
Zhihao tightened the bolts on both sides and the computer was adjusted.
The hostess enthusiastically remembered Zhihao's lunch, and Zhihao smiled shyly, "Thank you. Eating at the customer's home will not have a good impact on the company."
Zhihao got up and wanted to go back to the company.
The hostess smiled lightly and said, "Let's take a rest and have a cup of tea before we go." After that, she made a pot of tea and poured a cup for Zhihao.
The hostess sat opposite Zhihao.
The hostess's neckline was low, revealing her bulging mounds and sunken grooves.
Zhihao was embarrassed to look further, but the hostess's skin was very fair and beautiful.
The hostess stood up and poured tea for Zhihao. Through the glass surface of the small dining table, Zhihao saw her beautiful legs again, the legs he had thought about so many times last night.
Yesterday, Zhihao installed the computer and asked the hostess to sign the user receipt. When the pen was handed to her hand, it fell to the ground again.
Zhihao bent down to pick it up, and she squatted down to pick it up too.
