At the window, the first ray of sunlight in the morning shines in, reflecting on Xia Zhiyuan's pretty face. The girl's face is rosy, as if she has drunk mellow wine, making her even more beautiful.
She couldn't help but feel sad when she heard that the boy in her arms was calling for his mother in his sleep. Xia Zhiyuan lost maternal love when she was very young. Her mother was far away in a foreign country, which made her think about it day and night, so much so that she felt sympathy for Ximen Lang.
stand up.
She stretched out her arms to hug the boy who was talking in his sleep, and suddenly a maternal feeling surged in her heart, feeling that she should always protect him and take care of him...
Ximen Lang noticed that she was hugging him, and was secretly happy. The hand on her back began to rub it continuously, passing down her slender waist and reaching into her panties, squeezing her buttocks with just the right amount of force...
Xia Zhiyuan was a little confused. She felt vaguely that this guy seemed to be awake. However, the temperature of her body gradually increased under his warmth. The tingling feeling was so good that she couldn't bear this feeling and secretly found it for herself.
He made an excuse, "He is still asleep, these are just his unintentional actions, nothing..."
Since the girl remained silent, that was her acquiescence.
It was her attitude that Ximen Lang wanted. His hand reached down like a snake and landed in the forbidden area surrounded by grass.
Xia Zhiyuan's body trembled and she arched up. Obviously, this huge pleasure made her feel a little overwhelmed.
In the meadow, delicate roses were in full bloom, exuding countless dewdrops in the spring breeze.
Seeing that the time was right, Ximen Lang quietly took off his shorts with his other hand, suddenly turned over and pressed forward.
The sudden fulfillment filled the emptiness in her heart, but Xia Zhiyuan woke up from confusion, was shocked, and shouted: "Oh, bastard, what are you doing?"
She pushed his shoulders hard with both hands, trying to push this guy off her body.
That's too much. He actually took advantage of his own city gate to be attacked by sneak attacks. What a bastard!
Unexpectedly, the other party was pressing down on her like a mountain, unable to shake her at all.
That kind of tightness made Ximen Lang extremely comfortable. The thoughts buried in his heart finally came out, and he murmured: "Yuanyuan, I love you..."
Xia Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment and gave up her struggle. A crystal teardrop slowly flowed down from the corner of her eye, running across her white jade cheek like a pearl and burrowing into her hair. His words were enough, no matter what the future holds, no matter what you pay.
More or less willing to do so.
Fiber clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred. Yin and Han travel far away in secret, and the golden wind and jade dew meet each other, and they defeat countless people in the world. Probably, this is the best portrayal of the scene in front of you!
After Xia Zhiyuan reached the highest peak of happiness several times, the love ended. Ximen Lang stared at the clear and bright eyes below and said seriously: "Yuanyuan, will you be my girlfriend?"
Xia Zhiyuan didn't respond, her complicated eyes stayed on his face, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad.
"Promise me, okay?"
Suddenly, Xia Zhiyuan suddenly shrugged, and pushed out with all her hands and feet. Ximenlang and the quilt fell under the bed. He looked over at a loss, but saw the other person sitting up suddenly with his graceful body exposed, and angrily.
He said: "I don't agree."
Ximen Lang didn't expect her current attitude, and was a little surprised. He thought to himself, didn't she ask me to be her boyfriend again and again? What's wrong now? Is she taking bad medicine?
"Why don't you agree?" he asked, tilting his head.
Xia Zhiyuan said angrily: "Who do you think you are? If you want to be my boyfriend, just be my boyfriend. If you don't want to be my boyfriend, just leave without any discussion. I'm not that mean. Ximen Lang, I solemnly warn you that we are just gang leaders."
Regarding my relationship with my subordinates, I will never allow you to touch me in the future."
Ximen Lang understood how the other party was so angry. After all, she was a proud princess. She had endured his ruthless blows, and then she had a relationship with him in a daze just now. Her self-esteem was seriously damaged, so she got angry!
Alas, I don’t blame others, I only blame myself for going too far!
Ximenlang blamed himself, stood up, and said with shame: "Yuanyuan, it's my fault. I was really a beast just now. Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future." He picked up the quilt.
, stepped forward and put it on her body, and said softly: "Put it on so you don't catch a cold."
"Huh, hypocritical..." Xia Zhiyuan lay down again and covered her head with the quilt.
Ximen Lang gave a helpless smile and looked at the time. It was already past eight o'clock. He got dressed and walked out of the room, preparing to buy some breakfast. Suddenly he heard a woman's voice coming from the courtyard next door, "Left eye..."
...right wrist...throat..." He was curious, so he walked over and stepped on a big stone in the corner to look around.
In the courtyard of the Wen family, the one-armed Master Wen was holding a wooden stick in his hand. On the top of the stick was a very realistic scarecrow, with facial features and heart drawn in ink, walking as fast as flying, circling around the yard.
To the north stood Wen Ziling and her mother on crutches. The disabled woman gave commands from time to time. Wen Ziling raised her hands one after another, and a half-foot-long flying knife shot out with silver light and pierced the scarecrow.
, the scarecrow has already had five or six throwing knives pierced into its body.
Ximen Lang could see clearly that it turned out that Wen Ziling was practicing flying knives under the guidance of her mother. It could be seen that Ziling's flying knives had already gained a certain degree of fire. Although sometimes the target she wanted to hit was a little off, the target was not static.
, but moving very fast, which is particularly difficult. It is really amazing to be able to handle a flying knife from a distance of more than ten meters without missing it. You must know that this girl is the same age as him, only sixteen years old.
Just when Ximen Lang was watching with great interest, the disabled woman seemed to have discovered his presence, and suddenly took action, and a flying knife with gleaming cold light suddenly shot towards him. He was shocked and hurriedly shrank his head, and the flying knife clung to him with a chill.
The brain flew over and landed in the grass in the distance.
Just when her mother took action, Wen Ziling noticed it, but she didn't find Ximen Lang peeking at the wall, and asked quickly: "What's the matter?"
Hong Jiao snorted coldly and said, "That guy next door is peeking at you practicing."
"Ah..." Wen Ziling was shocked and shouted angrily: "Then you shoot him with a flying knife. How will he do?"
Hong Jiao said expressionlessly: "I don't know."
Wen Ziling knew that her mother's skill with flying knives had reached the point of proficiency, and the hit rate was astonishingly high. She was afraid that Ximen Lang would be hit by the flying knife, so she didn't bother to practice any more. She hurriedly ran over and climbed over the wall, like a light cloud.
It seemed to be floating in the opposite courtyard. When he saw Ximen Lang sitting on the ground with his buttocks licked due to panic, he quickly asked: "How are you? Are you okay?"