Chapter 612: bully you

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The girl ’s white and slender hands were tightly wrapped around Pang Yi ’s wet back, killing and shamelessly inheriting the fierce and brutal bullying of the man. For a while, Xiao An ’s struggling to breathe in the man ’s lips:
Since you think that, then ... why did n’t you bully? "
Yeah, why not bully her that night?
At that time, if Pang Yi was willing to bully her, how nice it would be that she would not cry all night in the cramped farmhouse, nor would she be worried and helpless through this long winter. Too.
She really likes Pang Yi long ago. Before that night, long before she could realize this feeling that she should not have, she really liked Pang Yi, even if she did n’t want her face, Despite being ridiculed by the world, even in such a dilapidated farmhouse, he wanted to give himself to him.
Pang Yi didn't speak. He just kissed more fiercely. While kissing, he started to pick up Xiao An's clothes, but how could women's clothes be so difficult to take off? He had no experience in this area, and he couldn't find where the opening of the jacket was. There were two hands touching so randomly, and then the kiss was deeper.
"Pang, Pang Yi," Xiao An's was a little scared. Pang Yi has never been so crazy. When two people are alone, he has never eaten his own tofu, but he always orders it. Pang Yi is actually a very old-fashioned person. Xiao An's knows his temperament, so he dare to sway in front of him, but today it seems a little different. Xiao An's feels that the man's wet hands are squeezed into his jacket. The skirt, sliding down the texture of the back, Xiao An's immediately screamed, "Pang Yi, what are you doing?"
"Bully you!" Pang Yi's whole person is a little abnormal, seems to be extremely drunk, with a savage madness, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand and hugged Xiao An's, striding toward the side Walking in the backyard, looking at Xiao Anshi with red eyes, "I want to make up for what I owe you!"
"Bah! Who wants you to make it up?" Xiao Anshi was so embarrassed that she was struggling with Pang Yi's arms and feet. She was really scared, although it was not the first time to be a bride, although it was not a two-eighth girl However, she was still terrified, and a heart jumped into her throat, "You, you let me down."
"Don't let it go," Pang Yi said in a deep voice. While bending down and kissing Xiao An's chattering mouth, he begged quietly, "I can't stand it, grandma, you can do it!"
Xiao An's face suddenly turned red to the root of her neck, and she actually ... couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of wanting to take the other party as her own was more than just a talent for Pang Yi.
"Then ... we have to bring the day ahead," Xiao An's finally let go of it after being worn by Pang Yi for a long time, and as soon as he exited, Xiao An's head was so ashamed that he plunged his head into Pang Yi's wet arms and thumped Holding Pang Yi's back, "I didn't say anything! You didn't hear anything!"
"Yes, yes, I didn't hear anything, and I knew my daughter-in-law looked at me into the cave!" Pang Yi was so beautiful that he was almost uncomfortable.
"Shut up for me!" Xiao Anshi bit the throat knot that Pang Yi was sliding up and down.
The throat knot was bitten, and Pang Yi said no more, but he didn't delay the wind at his feet at all.
...
This night, Xiao An's finally retained Pang Yi, but ...
The ending seemed to deviate slightly from what she had expected.
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Jiasheng thirty-three years June 28
Ninggu Tower.
Nanshan Bieyuan.
After thinking for so long, Miya finally heard "Painted Skin" on that day. He said that Mr. Gu was recruited by Gu Changlin. He was an old man in his 70s. It is said that he had spoken most of his life's books. Saying "Liao Zhai" is very good at the stories of these gods, ghosts, demon and foxes. Meiya is really bad. I asked Mr. Storyteller to take a rest in the partial room and offered tea and fruit snacks. Then I asked Pang Yi to ask Xiao An's I came here to listen to the book. Last time I chatted with Xiao An ’s. Xiao An ’s said that he was also a book listener. Since there was such a great storyteller at home, Meiya naturally remembered Xiao An ’s I had to take a break before I started talking in the afternoon.
Meiya was excited here, and the busy one was another storyteller who poured tea, and gave Gu Changlin the seeds. The trot led the spring breeze, but Zhong Mingwei was not so happy.