The small tent was raised high, and she naturally knew that it was the sharpshooter that women loved.

She secretly glanced at Kong Changyi, who was asleep, reached out and touched it, and immediately withdrew her hand, smiling all over her face, and stroked it again. I couldn't bear to leave, and slowly felt the change.

Her face flushed, too, but she still smiled and gave up fighting against the slowly rising sharpshooter, whose shirt had not yet been taken off.

At this moment, her mood is so contradictory, although she likes this man, but she is a woman after all, is it not good for her to be so active, but thinking that this man did not take off his clothes and slept like this, it was a little unbearable and heartache.

She took a deep breath, as if making up her mind, and then climbed on top of him again and undressed him.

Compared with the pants, the top is very difficult to take off, because the two sleeves can't be taken off, and when she was trying to find a way to take it off, suddenly Kong Changyi made a "uh-huh" sound.

When she heard it, she thought Kong Changyi was awake, and hurriedly prepared to stand up, but it was too late, Kong Changyi turned around and pressed her fiercely under her, unable to move.

Her heart was beating fast, her face was flushed, she was so anxious that she tried to push him away, but she couldn't.

The most embarrassing thing is that Kong Changyi's mouth is almost next to her face, and a mouthful of wine sprays directly on her face.

The smell of alcohol is so strong that it's like drinking it yourself.

Although she didn't drink, she immediately realized that the man might be about to vomit, and tried her best to push the man away, but her strength was too small to push him.

The man began to make a sound before vomiting, and the woman panicked, and somehow pushed the man away, just emptied herself, ready to leave.

I saw the man's "wow", and the dirt in his mouth squirted out, which was impartial and impartial, and spit right on the root of the woman's legs.

A hot current made her want to die.

But the man didn't have the slightest sense, and said in a daze: "I can still drink if I vomit."

The woman looked at the dirt on her body and really wanted to kill this man, but when she looked at the man who was already asleep, her heart softened again, and the man's bed was also dirty.

The smell of alcohol was mixed with nausea and vomiting, and the whole room was stinky, but the man was asleep in bed and smiling.

The woman had no choice but to close the door, fetch water, strip the man naked, pull out the sheets from under the man, and put them in the basin and began to wash them.

The woman doesn't know why, she used to be the man who hated drinking the most, especially the drunk man, and once her father drank and vomited on the ground, she ignored it, but her mother cleaned it up with her own hands. Now he is secretly hiding in a man's room and cleaning for this man. Could it be that this man is better to himself than his father? Apparently not.

But she looked at the man on the bed from time to time, but her face leaked a satisfied smile, as if it was her honor to be able to wash the man's clothes.

The man kicked open the quilt from time to time, but she repeatedly got up to cover the man, she remembered a relative's child sleeping, his mother covered the quilt from time to time, and couldn't help but be a little funny at this idea, she seemed to have really become his mother at this time.

She also listened to the bride's explanation, and now she seems to finally understand, so "new" is a bride because she led the man's mother and became the man's new bride.

Looking at the man on the bed, she also leaked a smile, as if she was doing the bride's thing right now.

After cleaning all the dirt, she did not return to her room, because she was worried that something would go wrong with the drunken man, so she fell asleep on a sofa in the man's room.

I don't know how long later, she was suddenly awakened by the sound of the desert, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the man was about to get up.

"What are you doing?" the woman asked anxiously, because it was especially dangerous for a man to get out of bed after drinking.

"I want to go to the toilet," the man said in a daze.

"I" woman didn't know what to do? she couldn't go with her.

"Give me the bottle" The man seemed a little sober and confused.

The woman didn't know what the man wanted the bottle for, but seeing that the man was drunk, she didn't want to say more, so she had to find an empty wine bottle from behind the door.

When she turned around, she found that the man had already taken off his nene. At this time, she seemed to understand a little bit about the purpose of the man's request for the bottle, and handed the bottle to him shyly.

The man seemed to have forgotten or didn't even know that there was a woman in front of him, and started directly aiming at the mouth of the bottle.

The woman saw everything about the man, her face turned red slowly, and she hurriedly turned her back to the man, but the flow of water "brushing" made her think that everything seemed to be right in front of her.

She really wanted to scold this man for being so disgusting, how could this be, could this be the toilet? She never thought that she could go to the toilet like this, because women can't, this is the first time she has seen it, and the shyness and curiosity in her heart occupy her heart.

For a long time, the sound of "brushing" continued, but for some reason, suddenly she felt something strange in her body, as if the mouth of the bottle was her own mystery, and he was launching at herself, and streams of heat continued to spread all over her body from the bottom.

She seemed to hope that all this was true.

Just thinking about it, she suddenly realized that she was too nasty, how could she think of herself so much, did she really need this man's thing so much? She was so frightened that she sweated all over, no, no, no, no.

The voice of the man behind her interrupted her thoughts.

She turned around mechanically and hurriedly, and the bottle in the man's hand was full.

After the man gave her the bottle, he turned around and fell asleep on the bed again.

She stood on the ground stupidly, why was she so obedient, he told her to catch it, and she took it obediently, and now looking at the yellow liquid in the bottle, it was really disgusting, I really wanted to scold a few words, but the man was already asleep, so he had to shut up.

Holding this bottle in my hand, I don't know what to do anyway? Put it in the room, it smells bad, take it out and throw it in the toilet, what if you meet an acquaintance? After all, a woman can't drain this liquid into the bottle, how embarrassing it must be.

This seemed to be the rarest problem in her life, she wanted to cry out loud in a hurry, and the bottle in her hand almost became a hot potato, or a grenade that was about to explode.

She looked at the man on the bed again, she didn't want such a liquid to be in the room, it would affect her mood and stink the smell of the room.

She opened the door in fear, stuck out her head and looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one, she carried the bottle like an explosive bag and rushed to the toilet, as if the bottle was about to explode and she would be crushed.