Let's Face Fear Together Chapter 176 Misunderstanding
Not to mention that the older virgin outside who lacked common sense gave Zhang Luo a nickname that did not match his appearance. At this time, after sealing the ghost hand, Zha Luo happily gave the female ghost a big hug.
"Ji Xiang, you are awesome! Good wife, come and give me a kiss!" Zhang Luo hugged the female ghost's face and kissed her, "It feels so good to have a great revenge!"
The female ghost was stunned and hugged him happily. The female ghost was not good at words, so she thought Zhang Luo's memory had been restored.
In fact, it's just that this guy has a habit of talking nonsense. Moreover, even if young people today are elementary school students of the same gender, their husbands and wives often bark indiscriminately.
Unknowingly, our protagonist has no psychological resistance to kissing a ghost. How long has it been? It can be seen that appearance is justice! If Matsushima Norika's face was like Gu Xi's, she would probably be a
The treatment of tool workers. These days, even if you are a ghost, you have to look at your face.
The two hugged each other with some emotion. Zhang Luo lowered his head again and kissed Ji Xiang's lips like a dragonfly touching water. The female ghost's eyes widened but she didn't resist. She wouldn't resist either, but her eyes lost focus and became more blurred.
The kiss was a bit exciting, but it seemed to boost the boy's morale.
After the next kiss, he slowly approached, tilted his head, and felt the cold touch. He felt as if he was kissing a corpse, but no corpse would move.
This is a ghost!
His body told himself clearly that the cool breeze from the air conditioner gave him goosebumps.
"Even if it's a corpse, don't worry about it at this time." Zhang Luo told himself in his heart, kissed him deeply, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and guided the clumsy Ji Xiang to open his mouth.
Sucking on the somewhat viscous liquid in his mouth.
"Is it corpse fluid? But why does it feel a little irritating..." Zhang Luo was a little distracted, but Ji Xiang seemed to know what to do, and quickly learned how to entangle his lips and tongue to absorb the fluid from the other person's mouth.
Zhang Luo quickly came to his senses.
"How come you, a fledgling, are so relaxed?"
"Even if you are a ghost, please make me dizzy!"
A firm voice echoed in Zhang Luo's heart.
His tongue explored the female ghost's teeth with great force, stirring up the tender flesh deep inside.
"Even dead people have feelings." He came to this conclusion after feeling the other party's gradually uncontrollable embrace.
Tongue kissing also requires skills, because the sensitivity of different areas of the mouth is different. But there is also a simple and easy-to-understand rule. The deeper it is, the more delicate it is. Of course, the dead do not need to breathe, so it is difficult to pass through the subconscious concentration and shyness of women.
To suffocate the other person and create a dizzying pleasure.
But there is no other way.
The dexterous tongue sweeps, intertwines, struggles and guides, as if two dancers are dancing in a ballroom dance. Zhang Luo is a senior tongue dancer. On this battlefield, he is the teacher and the ruler. He guides,
Dominating all the interactions that took place, the other party's jerky movements were not worth mentioning in his eyes. He seemed to be arrogantly watching the little girl in front of him trying to keep up with his pace, and then speeding up and adding more tricks.
His hands were equally dishonest, stroking the skin under the thin white skirt, neck, back, waist, chest, and even groin. But his movements were gentle and comfortable, slowly testing the other person's bottom line and observing the other person's body.
Ask, feel the other person's emotions, and explore the unknown of virgin territory.
This process is very comfortable, without the frizziness of young boys. It only focuses on the breasts and butt. This is why scumbag girls like to have emotional experiences.
of men because they understand women’s needs better.
Complex, gorgeous, and complicated, each dance step is just right to tease the other person's emotions and predict the other person's steps, just like an elegant man holding the hand of a young girl, letting her spin and fly, but she can't escape the palm of his hand.
He likes to appreciate how all of this happened. For him, kissing is not the result, but a wonderful process shared with the girl. There is the joy of watching her grow, the loving laughter of watching her make mistakes, and of course watching
She was immersed in the feeling of being in control of everything when she was in the palm of her hand.
In this dance, he is the dictator, and he uses the softest part of his body to tell the other party his strongest will.
Of course, there is also his love.
At this moment, the body of the 15-year-old boy seemed to be separated from the soul of the 21-year-old soul. The shadow was caressing Ji Xiang's cheek. His soul was far more mature than this body.
The female ghost who originally thought she might win because of her age once again miscalculated. She closed her eyes and tried desperately to keep up and surpass, but she became more and more clumsy and accustomed to being guided and gently entangled.
After the attack, the body gradually softened and sank, as if it was slowly dying again.
Boredom, anger, sadness, jealousy and loneliness... everything was taken away, just a blank sinking, falling into the flesh-to-flesh dance, without thinking about anything.
But Zhang Luo withdrew his kiss at this moment and withdrew his hands that seemed to be filled with magic.
A silver thread was pulled between the two, which was far more charming than the one last night, because Zhang Luo was more impatient last night, and Su Su was by his side. At this time, an all-round kiss made the girl who was just in love feel
What is love, what is tenderness and dominance.
Ji Xiang licked her almost transparent lips, as if she still wanted it. Her senses gradually returned, and her confused expression gradually turned crazy again.
She was sure she still wanted it. She wanted to hold his head and kiss him until eternity.
Zhang Luo dodged, and said with a hint of teasing: "Ji Xiang, this kiss is a reward for you. Maybe I don't know what love is, but I know how to make you feel love. Remember not to be greedy!"
"Love, so...comfortable, never...ever." The female ghost calmed down and looked up at him, her small mouth shining with a seductive luster.
Although this girl is a ghost, she seems to have the texture of crystal.
Zhang Luo smiled: "It's comfortable to hug your thighs. When I came to this world, it was the first time I felt so comfortable today. I easily let a difficult guy drop a hand."
"Hug...the thigh?" Matsushima Norika tilted her head in confusion, a bunch of stupid hair raised up, probably because she was still awake from the kiss just now, her mind was not very clear, and she was acting silly and cute.
"No! I have to suppress my ancient power. My female ghost can't be so cute!"
Zhang Luo pressed down the gun forcefully, suppressing some crazy thoughts.
Just when he was about to explain, the female ghost instantly raised her feet and stood in a horseback posture, and her white skirt slipped from the ends of her knees and thighs.
"Hold...the thigh." Matsushima Norika said.
Her legs were not decorated in any way, they were just smooth, slender and well-proportioned, but maybe because they were kneeling and sitting, they were not very straight.
But more importantly...
Fat times! Fat times! White fat times!
"boom!"
Zhang Luo felt as if the roar of artillery was ringing in his ears, and the gate of reason that had been barely closed was forcefully blasted open.
"What happened today? Are we really going to fight..."
Zhang Luo murmured in the battle between reason and desire: "Ji Xiang, sit down first, standing is very tiring."
Being able to say such silly things shows that he has little sense left.
The advantage of ghosts over humans is that they are not restricted by the joints of the human body. Female ghosts can do whatever they want, even if they turn their heads 360 degrees for you, there is no problem.
Gee, it seems that there are many more postures than human women... (Please stop driving and be a human being!)
The female ghost sat on the chair, and his hand gradually touched the white jade-like foot, which was translucent and even the blood vessels could not be seen, because there was probably no blood in her body.
But it's unknown what other liquids are inside.
Zhang Luo always feels cool and moist to the touch.
He touched the bones and traced the beautiful arcs along the skin.
At this moment, Li Qiuye, who probably thought they were done, opened the door: "Master, afternoon tea is ready..."
Zhang Luo was suddenly startled, sobered up a lot, and looked at the maid who opened the door in shock.
"Simi Marseille, I'm very sorry to disturb your interest again." The maid slowly closed the door with a wooden face.
"etc!"
"Bah!" The door was closed tightly.
Zhang Luo looked at the unpleasant position between himself and the female ghost, and considering Li Qiuye's poor vision, he probably guessed what she thought she saw.
A trace of cruelty flashed across the female ghost's face.
"Hmph, you're in the way."
Let me explain again, the female ghost Matsushima Norika has the ability to influence the consciousness of others.
Zhang Luo smiled and patted the tender thigh meat: "Okay, everyone has been misunderstood. Ji Xiang, please put it down."
Zhang Luo also understood a little bit why he was so easily moved today, but he didn't blame Matsushima Norika. After all, they are girlfriends. It's not a big deal if they are close and both parties are willing. It's not a big deal to desire the other person's body.
A shameful thing.
"Don't lift your legs casually in the future." He touched the female ghost's head and pushed down the stupid hair, "I will be jealous."
With that said, he turned and left.
"I'm going down to eat. I'm so hungry. Do you want to come down? Although you don't seem to need to eat," Zhang Luo said.
The female ghost put down her legs and covered herself up: "I...accompany you."
Downstairs, the maid Sang was patting her hot face with cold water: "They are still doing it, so powerful, and still in that shameful posture... No, I should have knocked on the door. Today is really...
It’s so strange, do I really lack a man?”
She was in self-doubt, and Zhang Luo was eating what was called afternoon tea, which was actually supposed to be breakfast.
"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.
Li Qiuye hurriedly opened the door.
"Sister Qiuye, good afternoon. Brother Luo, I'm here!"
The girl rushed towards her as soon as she came in. Zhang Luo hugged the blushing girl and said.
"Su Su, have you eaten? I'm eating pastries. They are very delicious. Sister Qiuye's are really suitable for being a maid!" Zhang Luo praised Li Qiuye while holding the girl and rubbing each other's skin.
And lamented the change in the girl's personality.
She is obviously a very shy girl, but after confirming the relationship, she becomes intimate and clingy. This is probably her first love.
Zhang Luo sighed, recalling the past, and drank black tea, with ice added of course.
He doesn't hate girls who are clingy, it's just annoying if they stay away from them.