Hidden Assassin

At the end of some hazy afternoons, the room with the curtains was dim, and the white dress was casually placed on the desk. The bed was kicked off by high heels. The woman's figure was lying on the bed, and she was pulled thin The position of the waist reveals that the outer upper body is wearing a blouse with a butterfly round neck, a tight top, and a slim tight waist. Even if it is lying lazily, it shows a little intelligence. Breath.

Only at this moment, the teenager sitting next to the bed was also putting a hand into the quilt, bringing a burst of activity.

The long skirt has been placed on the table, and the soft white underwear is being casually thrown on the side of the bed. With the movement of the women's legs in the bedding and the breathing and occasional groans that represent comfort, the whole scene changes. Amazingly ambiguous: dim, beds, beauties, the hands of teenagers moving in the bedding, and the naked body of the woman who wanted to come out of the bedding. After a while, Jia Ming pulled his hand out. He was holding a white towel still hot, turned around and threw it into the washbasin with hot water on the side chair. After washing it several times, he took the hot water to the bathroom. Discard the contents, and then bring out a basin, wash the towel again, and wring.

"No, right?" Jia Ming asked.

"It should be gone."

"Then wash your face."

Cover the face of Yahan with a hot towel, and wipe the neck down after washing. Jia Ming reached out one by one to unbutton the blouse, revealing Yahan's good upper body, and wiped with hot towel.

"I knew it would be untied, why would I buckle ..."

The woman's voice is soft and greasy, and her strength may not be absent. But after every such storm, her fingers are really not wanting all over her body, her skin is shivering a little, and satisfaction is everywhere in her body and mind. Therefore, the cleaning work can only be done by the family. Do it tomorrow. The warm towel rubbed her skin heavily, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her head moved comfortably on the pillow: "Well, Jiaming. Are you intentional?"

"What?" Jia Mingzheng lifted her shirt aside and pushed the towel into her back, a little puzzled.

"I mean ..." With a slightly trembling soft voice, Yahan raised her chest and lower abdomen a bit. The skin was tight and it was easy for Jia Ming to wipe it. "You always like to wipe the bottom first, then wash my face, upper body ..." Between the lips with a playful smile. It seemed as if he had grasped Jiaming's handle and laughed.

Grimming his mouth, Jia Mingdi's right hand was still stretched behind his back, and her left hand on the side of her waist was to retract her smooth and tight abdomen, and her fingers ran across the skin. The room fell into silence. Both eyes looked at each other with a smile. One side was threatening, while the other side was estimated to show an unyielding smile. Gently bite the lower lip with white teeth. At the corner of Ya Han's eyes, Yu Guang nervously watched Jia Ming's left hand slide down from her lower abdomen. Her fingers occasionally touched her skin.

Swipe across the lower abdomen, belly button, and then. The left hand reached into the quilt, and the woman's body trembled slightly, then the hand stretched between her legs tightened tightly.

"Ah—surrendered—"

She screamed in a whisper for a moment and came out from Yahan's throat. Her legs were tight in the quilt, her body curled up into shrimp, and her body was weak to the side. She smiled and begged for mercy: Brother Jiaming, I dare not ... "

"What's wrong with you?" Yaming leaned to the side of her face, and Jiaming was holding her back with one hand and her hand tightly between her legs. Although Yahan was already a mature female body, He seemed to be hugged by him like a child. With a symbolic struggle, Ya Han's eyes almost dripped from close range.

"I ... I was wrong, I shouldn't tell the truth, ah-"

After this yelling, in the hasty respite, Ya Han dared not even do the symbolic struggle. Apparently, the new "threatening" movement of the hand that Jia Ming reached into the bedding played a role. Although Yahan's hands stretched into the quilt, she obviously did not have the ability and willingness to stop Jiaming, and tightened her neck. Yahan's hands gently pulled Jiaming's horns.

"I don't dare anymore ... stop messing with me, brother Jiaming, don't ... uh ... messed ..."

"Look at you ... open your legs." The previous desire for Yahan was because he was in a headache. He also wanted to find something to distract his attention. Now the headache has stopped, but Looking at Ya Han's body that she could not stand after deliberately teasing, she almost couldn't help rushing up. In this respect, Ya Han's body is mature and sensitive, but compared with the energetic young girl such as Ling Jing and Sasa, her ability to endure such things is somewhat weak, because of this, at this time there is a teacher profession Women are obviously more tempting.

"You mustn't mess around ..." Ya Han blushed and relaxed her legs, and then Jia Ming pulled her hands out, and then "snapped" her hips, and Ya Han pouted her mouth immediately. He reached out and punched him, but this punch was really less powerful than a massage. After wiping her body, Jia Ming fastened her jacket for her, then picked up the **** on the inside of the bed, and reached into the quilt with her hands from behind. After a while, she learned about the movements, and Yahan whispered: "Reverse!"

"Uh ... you didn't say ..."

"How can I feel it without wearing it ... you did it on purpose!" She blamed.

"Intentionally your head, you jerk, you are not allowed to turn on the light, and you want me to help you wear it, if I hold it in my hand for a long time, you have to say that I am abnormal."

"Aren't you ... Ah-no, brother Jiaming

He just pulled down the **** that were worn backwards. Who knew that Yahan was sensitive to this, his body shrunk, his hands protected the uncovered legs, and he quickly became soft. Jia Ming smiled angrily: "Well, you wear it yourself."

"I don't want to move ..."

"That's it."

"Okay, wait for Lingjing to come to you and let her see that I'm lying on your bed without **** and see how you explain to her ... I said there was a pervert who tossed me all afternoon and got me a little energy It ’s gone and you threw me here, but who ... I do n’t know. Do n’t worry. I ’d rather die than be unyielding, I wo n’t say it ’s yours. ”

"You ... a pervert ..."

There was another moment in the quilt, and then Jia Ming picked up the skirt on the table and put it in from the quilt. When everything was sorted out, he pulled the quilt for Yahan: "Okay, sleep."

"Ok."

The flirtatious flirtation returned to the flirting flirtation, after which Ya Han was tired and always drowsy. At this time, he nodded like a little girl, watching Jia Ming take the washbasin and walk into the bathroom again. Followed by the sound of pouring water and the humming song of Jia Ming, the music of the outside hall, the sound of worship, the noise of everyone gambling or chatting also came faintly, a small space. Coupled with the dimness of the curtains, there is not much that can be seen. In fact, the entire room is not large, but this is a homely room. The table and chairs, the books stacked in the corner, the warm yellow electric lights from the bathroom, and the thin bedding covering her body all made her feel extremely warm.

The feeling of contentment and warmth seemed to be immersed in the blood, flowing to every part of the body, bringing with it an unimaginable peace and tranquility, and for the first time to do the most intimate things in a bright room. For the first time, I can really enjoy the feeling of the bed floor that belongs to "he"-she had previously slept in this bed at home Ming, and even had a spring dream, but at that time, Jia Ming did not belong to her. Naturally different-it's as if the two were really married. In his own bedroom, he felt like he was sleeping with him. To her, this has absolutely extraordinary significance.

In her current familiarity with Jia Ming. Naturally, Jia Ming didn't take this place as an important home. He and Ling Jing and Shasha co-arranged the world. He also had a junior suite left by his parents as a secret base, but in any case, this simple room is indeed It really carries his childhood. A teenager who has such a close relationship with himself grew up in this room. Although he grew up with more than just this house, at this moment, she seemed to be able to Feeling the kind of breath that exists as Jia Ming, like the liquid, wrapped her body everywhere.

"... A grapevine ... Ah climbing up ..." Humming the song softly, Jia Ming walked out of the small bathroom with the water stain on her hand, and saw her eyes still glinting over, stunned.愣: "Why don't you sleep?"

"Sleep." Ya Han said softly, but did not intend to close his eyes. Jia Ming shrugged, sitting at the desk preparing to read the comics, then turned to Ya Han and said, "I opened the window?"

"Don't leave, I can't sleep when there is light," Yahan said.

"okay then……"

"You turn on the lamp, it doesn't matter if you turn on the lamp."

"Eh?" Jia Ming gave her a glance, and said that turning on the table lamp was not the same, but after all, she turned on the small table lamp, and the warm yellow light poured down, lighting up some places around the desk. . Yahan felt the light of the lamp. At this time, there was a night atmosphere in the room where the curtains were pulled up. After the lamp was lit, it felt even more like night coming. Yahan turned her side and looked at the comics. Jiaming only felt as if they were really in their room, the night they belonged, and she slept next to him, while he was turning on the bedside lamp and reading the book, waiting for the rest time to come.

Unconsciously, she felt that her eyes were a little moist, and a tear in the shadow slipped down the corner of her eyes, but in her heart, she only felt warm and peaceful.

I have been with Jiaming for more than four months. No matter who she is in front of her, she can frankly admit that this is the happiest time in her life. But unlike Lingjing and Shasha, she is an adult. Although she is at home, In front of Ming, she was always immature, but she took the most formal leader course. She can take part in many things in school. Although she does not manage the family company, she can work with many Jianghai economic and political leaders who have billions of wealth at the same time. People are in constant contact, and with a good wrist, she has drawn a lot of sponsorship funds for Sacred Heart College. She has the ability, responsibility, and responsibility. As an adult, most importantly, she will inevitably consider the future.

So what is her future, or their future?

She likes Jiaming, this is for sure, even when it comes to love, she thinks that will be the case. In the United States, she chose to ignore the future as if she was addicted to drugs, and had a relationship with Jiaming. However, when the initial impulse became calm, of course, she would still remember that she robbed Lingjing and the rustling man. Most importantly, Jia Ming could never be separated from those two girls. This is a certain thing.

She would think so, of course, there was no plan to break them up, and she had always felt a little guilty about Ling Jing and rustling. For more than four months, she could spend time with Jia Ming alone. Not many, but if there is such an opportunity, she will even choose to call Lingjing and Shasha first, and four people will go out to play together. Only when the other two girls are free will she be at ease

Occupy the house. However, such a thing, maybe when. At the end, Ling Jing will grow up, Sha Sha will grow up, and Jia Ming will also grow up. When will he choose a woman to marry? When they also all enter complex society. Is it still possible for them to maintain such a relationship? What's more ... if Lingjing and Sasa found ...

The boundary between adults and children is nothing more than whether the future can be considered. A person who ignores the future must not be called mature. However, whenever such thoughts rushed involuntarily, she would rather have only pure innocence. It is because of this feeling of suffering and loss that she makes her cherish the happiness and satisfaction of every moment. Also makes her particularly sticky in front of Ming at home. Like a child, hungering for all intimacy. Just stay with Jia Ming. She could do anything she felt ashamed of before, and she called his brother Ming. He deliberately opposed him, and then begged for mercy when the punishment came. After each intimacy, she may not even be able to move, but she would rather let Jiaming clean her lower body, help her take a bath, and help her wear. Clothes, and even going to the toilet when she was asleep, she could let Jiaming hold her there and then hold her back. She is like a baby, let Jiaming do everything for her, feeling greedily even this man and woman Friends are not necessarily close.

If this kind of psychology is abnormal, she will also admit it with pride. Whenever she thinks that the two may be separated in the future, she feels that fear and emptiness in her heart are infinite.

While looking at the comics, Jia Ming occasionally glanced at her. If Yahan was tired after tossing, she could fall asleep when she touched the pillow. Today it seems even more tired. Look. After a while, I probably thought of some possibilities. I lowered my head to read the book and stopped looking at Yahan. Then, the singing voice softly rang in the room.

It just sang softly, without accompaniment, and didn't sing very seriously. Lying on the bed, Yahan closed her eyes, humming gently and slowly, and then slowly got the lyrics. Her voice was not sharp. She used to have a bland and gentle voice. At this moment she was a little tired and her voice was soft and soft.

"When you look at me ...

I haven't spoken, you guessed it,

Love is not sure,

Still does not meet your requirements ... "

The humming was mixed with lyrics, and sometimes it turned into a soft hum of a nasal sound. It was the melody of Guangliang's "First Time". She sang, her head gently shaking on the pillow.

"Oh ~ the first time I said I love you,

Breathing sad and trembling,

Oh ~ for the first time I took your hands,

Gently lowering I don't know where to go,

That's the reason to fall in love together,

That was to stay together ... "

Her voice is low, Ya Han sings on the pillow, and smiles intoxicatedly. Her singing talent is actually not very good. This song was originally written in 2001. The reason why she knew it was natural Because of Jiaming ’s shameless plagiarism, she just did n’t release an album to the singer. She heard Jiaming hummed a few times, and she was not very familiar with it. Sometimes she tuned, sometimes she forgot the lyrics, and she dragged her voice, “Huh, huh. The ground hummed, but the voice echoed in the small room, but flowed as pure as water, like every girl in love ...

"Ah ~ for the first time kissing your deep dimples,

I want to be awake but dazed,

Oh ~ the first time you lay on my chest,

Twenty-four hours have not been separated,

That was the first time I knew about Tianchang ~~ Dijiu ~~ "

Quietly, quietly, under the light of the table lamp, Jia Ming listened to the singing of the woman next to her. The voice was not loud at all. When the second turn was performed, it finally began to lower and hum. It gradually turned into a uniform breathing sound. Looking at the watch, it was about four o'clock. After reading the last page of the comic, he sat next to the bed, with Yahan's head slightly inward, and a hand stretched out of the quilt, her beautiful cheek was tinged with a healthy pink color ~ www.readwn.com ~ Touch your hand up, like touching smooth nephrite.

Ears, foreheads, eyes, bridge of nose, lips ... His hands stroked gently, and Yahan snorted, moving his hands up, but holding Jiaming's palm against his cheek. Jia Ming smiled, and at this time, footsteps sounded outside the door and stopped at the door.

There were two people, apparently coming to find himself. Jia Ming took out his hand, turned off the desk lamp, took out an air freshener and sprayed it into the corner of the room. Then he opened the curtain halfway to let the light in. The two seemed to be discussing who was knocking on the door and talking, but after ten seconds, the voice of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" finally sounded: "Jiaming!"

"What's the matter?" Opening the door a little, Jia Ming looked at the two relatives outside the room who should probably be cousins ​​or cousins, but he knew in an instant. These two people have always played well with Huang Jianpeng It is estimated that their gambling is indispensable this time ... Jia Ming has always been relatively lonely at home, was bullied when he was a child, and gradually grew older. At most, this kind of person was just ignored, and they have not dealt with anything. Seeing no expression on his face, the cousin looked at each other, and they were taller than his family, and said rightly:

"Is that Japanese a friend of yours? You make all your friends? That's a Japanese! He's still making a thousand at our gamble. What do you say?"