In a bedroom and bathroom on the second floor, a girl was lying in the warm pool, holding up her mobile phone for a long time without putting it down.

With a face of intoxication and confusion, he murmured: "It should be him."

The video of Li Moyang kicking the gym was played repeatedly on his phone. Finally, after Li Moyang wrote the four characters "Sick Man of East Asia" in blood on the wall of the Qianyu Gym, he turned around, faced the two female students, opened his mouth, smiled evilly, and said,

White Fang, then turned and left coolly.

The girl played this last part over and over again.

The clothes, the wicked smile on the corner of the mouth, and the white teeth, it must be him, this bad guy.

Although his appearance has changed, he will never forget that evil expression and those beautiful white teeth. What he will never forget is that strange, comfortable feeling.

Thinking of that shame, but still feeling an inexplicable turmoil, the girl's face felt shy. She put the phone aside, closed her eyes, and slowly dived into the warm water, with only her head exposed.

Two hands gently groped her chest. The catkins on her chest were not very consistent with her age, but were very plump.

The girl closed her eyes, couldn't help but hum, her face became more and more rosy, and she couldn't help but reach out to the delicate part of her lower abdomen with one hand, touching it gently, looking for the feeling she had this morning.

His hands are really amazing. Why don’t I feel that way after touching them for a long time? And the faint smell of cigarettes coming out of the man’s mouth when he touches my face is so charming...

The girl fell into fantasy and involuntarily accelerated the frequency in her hands. Her legs stirred back and forth in the water, causing microwaves to splash. The water rippled and splashed out of the bathtub.
Chapter completed!