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Volume 1 The Garden is Full of Spring, Chapter 56 The Remaining Warmth: Artistic Conception

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    The burgundy dress has been torn apart by the crazy Xiao Sheng. Zhang Yi knows that red and black are Xiao Sheng's favorites. In the past many years, all clothes, including underwear, are 'closely related' to these two colors!  But tonight Zhang Yi changed her style.  ¡¾.Com text¡¿.

    Leopard print and lace underwear made Xiao Sheng even more excited. He 'sniffed' every inch of the other person's smooth and tender skin.  After claiming the perfect and extremely enchanting ketone body, the only reason she had was instantly overwhelmed by lust.  .

    From the dining table to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the dressing table.  .  .  Every corner of the room left traces of their passion. Xiao Sheng, who had not been released for a long time, gently witnessed with Zhang Yi that after the other party truly became a woman, her angular abdominal muscles never stopped squirming.  .  .

    Everything became no longer so important. The passionate moans and heavy breathing were mixed together, filling the air above the entire suite. The burned candlestick on the dining table illuminated the two people at the end of their lives.  The sweaty body, the blend of dark and fair skin, made this peaceful night become crazy.  .

    Sweat caused the hair scattered on Zhang Yi's cheeks to cling to her forehead. The panting 'Goddess of Heaven' curled up in Xiao Sheng's arms, listening to the other person's rapid and soothing heartbeat, and the white hands on her face  On Xiao Sheng's chest, his fingertips traced every scar and bullet mark on the opponent's body. At this moment, Zhang Yi felt a little more heartbroken. The criss-crossing scars seemed to have replaced her into the story of Xiao Sheng's life and death in the past six years.  In the midst of a special struggle.  .

    Seeing Zhang Yi's distress, Xiao Sheng gently lifted the other person's hair that was close to his face with his big hand, exposing his entire delicate cheek to him. He slowly lowered his head and kissed the tears at the corners of the other person's eyes.  , said soothingly:

    "These scars are more convincing than the medal hanging on your chest. You should be happy because your man has not been a fool or a philanderer in the past six years. He has focused on performing his mission.  ." After hearing Xiao Sheng's words, Zhang Yi raised her head, pouted, and replied sweetly:

    "You're lying. Don't think that I don't know anything. According to your temperament, it would be a miracle if you can calm down." After hearing this, Xiao Sheng looked at the other person with a smile on his face, "Hehe."  Smile and stop making any refutations. In this world, perhaps the person who understands me best is the woman in front of me. Her subtlety and meticulousness are something that even Xiao Sheng¡¯s family and friends have never possessed. At least in this world,  It's like this on myself.  .

    The silence made the 'temperature' of the whole room rise a little. Feeling Xiao Sheng's twitching lower body, Zhang Yi broke out of the other's arms and endured the pain of tearing her lower body. She unnaturally walked out of the bed and pulled out the bed.  From the drawer on the side table, he pulled out a piece of cigarette paper and a pack of cigarette bags.  .

    Seeing this, Xiao Sheng couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he propped himself up and lay on the bed, and said in shock:

    "Dry tobacco?" Zhang Yi looked back and smiled, looking so charming, and with her naked body, her back turned to Xiao Sheng, displayed in front of him, Xiao Sheng's heart continued to stir.  .

    As Zhang Yi skillfully rolled the tobacco leaves with cigarette paper, a cigarette as thick as a little finger was pressed together by Zhang Yi with the tip of his tongue. This most primitive cigarette is Xiao Sheng's favorite, especially these cigarettes from  The only remaining tobacco in the hands of hunters in deep mountains and old forests meets Xiao Sheng's 'heavy taste' requirement!

    The artistic conception of smoking a cigarette is not only about its ¡®taste¡¯, but also depends on the technique and state of the person who smokes the cigarette.  The density is appropriate. If you add a woman who makes you want to stop, using the tip of her tongue to help you 'stitch' the paper seams together, it will feel like authentic Longjing dried on the breasts of a beautiful woman, soaked and then put into your mouth.  That makes people feel relaxed and happy.  .

    Zhang Yi turned around and walked towards the bed. The two pieces of fat on her chest seemed extremely restless as she walked towards her. The two slender white thighs were rubbing against each other. It was obvious that the pain in her lower body made her walk.  Come get a little naughty.  .

    Zhang Yi curled up her whole body into Xiao Sheng¡¯s arms again, lit it herself, and then put the rolled cigarette into Xiao Sheng¡¯s mouth!  One hand went around the other person's shoulder and rested on the other person's proud breasts. Xiao Sheng, who raised his head and faced the ceiling, suddenly smoked the cigarette in his mouth. The butt of the cigarette flickered, so dim at this time.  The light looked so dazzling, and Xiao Sheng, who was enjoying this 'artistic conception' to the fullest, felt a sense of inner satisfaction that ordinary people could never understand.  .

    Xiao Sheng, who was a little reluctant to give up the last bit, pinched the burner with his fingertips and took a strong puff. Xiao Sheng's behavior was like a drug addict who was reluctant to give up the last 'dinner'. Zhang Yi looked at it.  Giggle.  .

    "Don't be poor. I carry these things with me every day, just in case I meet you suddenly one day. I know you like the original feeling" He turned sideways and put the burned fingers on his fingers.After stubbing out the cigarette butt, Xiao Sheng turned around and hugged Zhang Yi, who knew him very well, with both hands, kissed her cheek, and murmured:

    "I regret the consideration I took back then. If I had 'clicked' you a few years earlier, wouldn't I have enjoyed this kind of treatment earlier?" Hearing this, Zhang Yi glanced at Xiao Sheng charmingly, extremely enchantingly.  replied:

    "When you didn't 'click' me, did you smoke less of the cigarettes I rolled for you?"

    "Hehe, it definitely feels different. At that time, I also deliberately avoided you. The chance for us to meet was not as frank as it is now" As he spoke, Xiao Sheng stretched out his body and raised his head again.  Buried between Zhang Yi's proud breasts.  .

    He pushed Xiao Sheng's head, and Zhang Yi, who was coquettishly, blushed his cheeks, murmured:

    "Stop it, I'm still hurting down there" Xiao Sheng, who cared about the woman next to him from the bottom of his heart, tried hard to suppress his inner impulse. He stood up slowly and hugged her tightly in his arms!

    Xiao Sheng, who had been silent for a while, suddenly thought of something and said softly to Zhang Yi:

    ¡°By the way, let me ask you something, are you really coming to Hong Kong to invest this time?¡±

    "Of course, otherwise why would I spend so much money to acquire all the shares of Maple Leaf Hotel? What, you want to help that Huaxin Chen Shuyuan?" Xiao Sheng, who was exposed by Zhang Yi's words, showed a naive smile and whispered  said:

    "You know who I am. I have a kind heart and cannot bear to see the people around me suffer."

    "Geez, pretend, keep pretending, why do I think you have wild thoughts about others"

    "No, absolutely nothing. You still don't know who I am, Xiao Sheng?" When she heard Xiao Sheng say this, Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something and whispered something to him. When she heard this, she couldn't help but turn around  Xiao Sheng, who was a little straighter, sat up a little straighter and said with a bitter look on his face:

    "Sister, stop teasing me. There is an age difference of seven or eight years between her and me. And if her father knew about this, he would not shoot me or skin me, regardless of whether it was true or false. Her grandfather is a serious person.  The soul of the team."

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