At around 12:30 in the morning, Sandao took He Xiuxiu back to his home in a taxi.

He told himself that this was the only way to do it. When He Xiuxiu was helped into the door, he was still saying to He Xiuxiu, who was drunk and unconscious: "Don't think too much, I don't have any other ideas!"

Then, he helped He Xiuxiu into the room and put him on the bed.

At this moment, looking at He Xiuxiu who was lying flat on the bed, Sandao was panting and swallowing his saliva at the same time.

He turned on the air conditioner, but he didn't cover He Xiuxiu with a thin quilt. Obviously, the quilt is on He Xiuxiu's side. But he just didn't do anything. Perhaps, he just wanted to quietly take a look at He Xiuxiu's unobstructed curves.

The room was surprisingly quiet, except for the sound of the old-fashioned air conditioner' 'rattling', only the sound of the two of them breathing and the rapid heartbeat of the three knives remained.

His gaze once again began to squirm wantonly on He Xiuxiu's body like an earthworm. From top to bottom, left to right, far to near. He used his imagination to make up for the obscured places, and then pieced together a complete carcass in his mind.

As soon as he thought of this, his breathing became sharply faster, like a patient facing suffocation, nervous. He gulped down the saliva that was constantly secreted, and his greedy gaze became more like a palm stroking back and forth on He Xiuxiu's body.

He fantasizes about the touch of this touch in his own imagination, and then finds himself in it.

The blood became agitated under the rendering of the heartbeat, and each meridian was as hot as if it were boiling. He couldn't help but get up and slowly approached He Xiuxiu like a thief.

The palm of his hand slowly opened under the instigation of desire, slowly approaching He Xiuxiu's body. It seemed to be a thrilling and auspicious journey, so Sandao seemed extremely nervous and excited.

Sweat slowly fell down the tip of his throat along with the saliva he had swallowed, and the Adam's apple undulated uneasily, making a subtle sound of 'cuckoo, clatter'.

He Xiuxiu's chest, with a rhythmic and slowly undulating roundness, was quietly waiting for the three knives to be stolen like two precious gems.

Yes, this is undoubtedly a theft.

At this moment, Sandao's gaze was no longer on He Xiuxiu's body, but at his palm. He found that his palms were getting closer and closer to He Xiuxiu's body, he felt that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and he felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier. He was overwhelmed by his own panic and agitation, and he felt contempt for his mixed feelings.

For a moment, he even wanted to pounce on it desperately. Then, the unscrupulous, arbitrary, and lawless shivered at He Xiuxiu.

But in the end, he backed down. He was ashamed and ridiculous for his cowardice, but he was not ridiculous and ashamed of his thoughts.

I don't know how long it took for his middle and ring fingers to touch the roundness first. Sandao felt like it was like gently touching a piece of tofu, tender, soft, and Q-elastic. He was intoxicated by the touch and couldn't help but grin.

It's just that in a trance, just when Sandao wanted to have a deeper understanding of this touch, he inexplicably felt that he was so obscene at this moment. He jerked his hand back, opening and closing his eyes hard as he patted his hot cheek.

He asked himself rhetorically, but it sounded more like an excuse to escape what he had done.

He suddenly got up and ran into the kitchen, and after a few glasses of water, he crept back to the bedroom. He stood in front of He Xiuxiu, looking at He Xiuxiu who was lying under him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a shallow arc.

The lights went out, and the thunder suddenly rang out shortly thereafter. Without warning, a thunderstorm visited the city, which was still shrouded in darkness. The sound of the rain drowned out everything, not to mention the slightest movement in this small room.

……

In the early morning, the thunderstorm had not stopped, but the light had already crawled into the bedroom where the three knives were unnoticed.

When He Xiuxiu opened her eyes, she saw an old ceiling and a chandelier that was completely different from her room. She felt dizzy, and even thought it might be her hallucination. So she didn't think much about it at first, but closed her eyes in a vain attempt to fall asleep again.

Soon, however, she apparently sensed something. So she snapped her eyes open, and after staring at the chandelier above her for a moment, she sat up. Glancing left and right, she immediately spotted the three knives lying on the floor on one side.

As a result, a deafening scream spread out, completely opening the curtain of the early morning in Jincheng.

He Xiuxiu's screams continued for a long time, just like a dolphin's panic and excitement about the unknown, which was intriguing.

What made He Xiuxiu feel annoyed was that when her screaming ended, Sandao lying on the floor was still snoring. This inevitably made He Xiuxiu feel a little embarrassed, and more importantly, she obviously didn't get the least respect.

So she dragged the thin quilt covering her body and threw it at Sandao's body, then moved a little to the side of Sandao, and finally kicked Sandao's face fiercely with her foot, which she hadn't washed since last night.

"What are you doing~" Sandao muttered in a daze, and his eyes slowly opened while playing with He Xiuxiu's stinky feet with both hands.

All his actions seemed very lazy and sleepy. Perhaps, it had something to do with the time he fell asleep last night. Perhaps, he actually tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep.

When he slowly sat up and found He Xiuxiu, who was already annoyed and angry, Sandao began to rub his worried eyes and said, "Wake up." I snored enough last night!"

"Hey, you're a dead man's head!" He Xiuxiu immediately gave three more stabs and kicks when she heard this, "Say, what's going on!" she looked at herself carefully. The complete clothes calmed her excitement a little, but the shyness that was absent seemed to tell some unknown regrets.

"What's the matter?" Sandao tilted his neck and looked at He Xiuxiu, the sleepiness in his eyes had already dispelled his greed, "Don't you know what's going on?" He scratched his scalp and said with a wry smile: "You were drunk last night, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed." So, I'm bringing you back. ”

"I was drunk? You brought me back? Who told you to bring me back?"

"Gotta gotcha, it looks like I'm thankless!" said Sandao as he got up and prepared to walk to the bathroom.

"You say, have you done anything to me!"

"Don't worry, absolutely not!"

"Really not?" He Xiuxiu continued to ask suspiciously.

"Absolutely not!" Sandao stretched out four fingers, looking like he was swearing.

"You swear not!"

"I swear, no!" he said as he reached the bedroom door, but then he suddenly remembered something, so he paused and said, "When I helped you back, I rubbed some oil, okay?"