Ximen Lang was extremely surprised that such a charming and beloved beauty actually washed his feet. At the same time, he felt those two soft and boneless jade hands kneading his feet, which was really very comfortable.
"Sister, you are so kind!" At this moment, Ximen Lang had an inexplicable thought in his heart. He suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was caring for him like his own sister. In an instant, all the bad thoughts in his heart disappeared.
without a trace.
Wen Ziling raised her head and smiled softly, her bright eyes full of love, and whispered: "When you get married and have a wife in the future, you will sometimes think of your sister, just don't forget me." There was a touch of lightness in her words.
of melancholy.
Ximen Lang said hurriedly: "Sister, how about I marry you as my wife?"
Wen Ziling was startled, staring at him with clear eyes, then shook her head and said, "This is impossible."
"Why, why is it impossible?" Ximen Lang asked anxiously. "Don't you like me?"
A bleak smile appeared on Wen Ziling's face, and she said with some despair: "My destiny has been arranged a long time ago, and I have no right to like anyone." Since that day, her mother threatened her with death, she promised to approach Zhang Xiaofeng with her beauty and kill this big guy.
Enemy, this kind girl knows that she has no right to fall in love with her sweetheart and can only resign herself to fate.
Ximen Lang asked in surprise: "Why, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Who arranged your fate? Tell me?"
"It's useless to tell you. People can't fight against fate." Wen Ziling forced a smile and said, "Okay, don't ask anymore. There are some things you shouldn't know. Put your feet on it."
Lift it up and I'll dry it for you."
After a period of contact, Ximen Lang also got to know this charming-looking senior sister. He knew that she was a girl who was soft on the inside and strong on the outside. Things she decided would not change easily. Since she didn't say anything now, she could only find out through insinuations in the future.
The truth is out
. He raised his two feet and said: "Sister, I want you to remember that no matter what happens in the future, I will spare no effort to help you. If you really encounter something difficult in the future, you must not bear it yourself.
, tell me, can the two of us solve it together?"
Wen Ziling was very moved by this short sentence. Crystal tears flashed in the corners of her eyes, and she tried not to fall down. Growing up, the only people close to her were her parents. Although her father was very loving, he was sober and confused at times.
I don't care much about her. As for
Because of her disability, her mother was filled with hatred in her heart, her character had always been very irritable, and she was moody towards her. Apart from her parents, she had no brothers, sisters, or close friends. Now, someone comparable to a brother or close friend appeared.
He is close at hand.
Wen Ziling secretly sighed in her heart, how wonderful it would be if he became her lover! However, she had a blood feud with her, and this body had long been designated by her mother as a tool to seduce a married middle-aged man. What qualifications did she have?
Engage with the boy in front of you.
Silently lowering her head, Wen Ziling wiped the boy's feet with a towel. When the pearl-like tears in her eyes fell and dripped on the boy's feet, she hurriedly wiped them clean with a towel.
When she raised her head again, the sadness on Wen Ziling's face had disappeared, replaced by a warm expression like the spring breeze. She already had such a fate, why did she let the boy she liked worry?
A very special and bold idea emerged in Wen Ziling's heart. She suddenly wanted to get close to this bald boy and hug him...
This thought became stronger and stronger, prompting Wen Ziling to throw the towel into the basin, stand up, open her arms naturally without any shyness and say: "Xiaolang, let me carry you to the bed."
This abnormal behavior made Ximen Lang feel very surprised. He was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Senior sister, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"
"What's wrong with me? I just wanted to carry you over because you didn't have any shoes on. Why, if you don't want to, then forget it."
What's wrong with me? Is my brain burned out by the bone soup? You're a fool if you still don't do such a good thing!
"Sister, I am willing, please hug me quickly." Ximen Lang said impatiently.
Wen Ziling smiled and said: "Look at you, you are just like a child, come on..." She bent down and saw Ximen Lang's huge body in her arms.
For some reason, when he was picked up by his senior sister and his body was pressed against her erect and elastic boobs, Ximen Lang, as a veteran of Huazong, felt a little nervous and his heart started beating wildly.
Wen Ziling was extremely nervous when she hugged a man intimately for the first time, and her heart was beating wildly. The heartbeats of the two of them were in sync, like a dense drum beat.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Ziling walked to the bed, put him down gently, covered him with a quilt, and said, "You lie down first, I'll pour the water."
"Well, then come back quickly."
Wen Ziling nodded, picked up the basin and walked out. After a while, she returned to the house empty-handed. She saw the bald boy on the bed looking at her intently. She was a little shy. She turned back and turned off the light and walked over in the darkness.
He opened the quilt and got in.
The boy and the girl were covered with the same quilt. They were very close but not touching each other. They were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats and breathing. This was a very strange feeling that made people completely sleepless.
Although he was bald, Ximen Lang was not a qualified monk after all. How could he not be moved while lying next to a beautiful woman? He stretched out a hand and held it on her smooth catkins. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, wondering if the senior sister would
Will break away.
Fortunately, Wen Ziling did not refuse, but let him hold her little hand and think silently.
"Sister, I'm so cold." Ximenlang said tentatively.
Wen Ziling didn't know the bad thoughts in his heart, and said in confusion: "Why is it cold? Isn't it covered with a quilt?"
"Then I'm also cold, maybe it's the effect of the bone soup."
"Then what should I do? Otherwise, I will get you a quilt to cover you when I get home." Wen Ziling said with a sincere mind.
"No need, aren't you just a ready-made quilt..." In a flash, Ximen Lang moved over, stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly, wrapping around her like an octopus.
Wen Ziling was startled and said angrily: "Oh, what are you doing..."
"Do this..."
Ximen Lang had no time to speak anymore. Hot kisses fell on the girl's smooth face like raindrops. He then moved down to cover her cherry lips and kissed her passionately. Feeling the intoxicating fragrance, the tip of her vagina suddenly penetrated, feeling wanton and lingering...