35 hard hits

Jiang Yi looked down at Zhao Zheng and sat down a little bit by staring at his eyes. She moved under his gaze.

Zhao Zheng's eyes were rolled with a mad black, and his hands pinched her soft waist and thin white legs. Jiang Yi is really not bluffing, Zhao Zheng does know another way to die in addition to dying on the battlefield, that is, dying in Jiang Yi's hands.

Thousands of charming, ** extinction, he almost lost his mind to ask for her. Jiang Yi raised his head in a collision, climbed to the top, couldn't say a word with his slightly open mouth, supported his hard abdominal muscles with his hands, and finally slowly bowed down.

As a person with good exercise habits for running six kilometers in the morning, Jiang Yi has never doubted his body. However, she ran into Zhao Zheng, and she surrendered.

Jiang Yi struggled and wanted to get out of bed to take a shower, but his legs trembled so badly that he stumbled when he took a step. Zhao Zheng picked her up without saying a word, and took a mandarin duck bath naturally.

Turn on the shower, and the water that flows down washes the stickiness and joy of the two of them. Not like Meng Lang, who is not as talented as Fang Lang, Zhao Zheng is very regular at the moment, and seriously squeezes the shampoo to Jiang Yi to wash his hair.

rubbed her head full of soap bubbles, Jiang Yi had to close his eyes, but he still rubbed the soap bubbles on her cheeks and the tip of her nose as if he was playful.

Jiang Yi scolded his name in a low voice, but he said, "Call me twice." ”

Jiang raised his hand to hit blindly, and he grabbed his wrist, he pecked her on the lips and said, "Okay, wash it off for you." ”

Then there was a rumbling of water, foaming down her skin. Rinsing it off, she opened her eyes, and before she could have a seizure, he gagged her again.

Warm water, piping hot snort. She kissed her cheeks, ears, neck, and lips as he kissed them. The heat rose again, and Jiang Yi was pressed against the wall by him, and the water was so fascinated that he couldn't open his eyes. Little by little, she fell into lust again, lost her mind, and as he moved, her voice became more and more unbridled, and her nails scraped against the skin of his back, venting hard.

At this moment, she called his name over and over again, and every word was so charming that it dripped water.

I took this bath for too long, and when I came out, Jiang Yi's legs were even weaker, his brain was still a little hypoxic, and his whole body was covered with shallow powder. Zhao Zheng wrapped her in a bathrobe, picked her out of the bathroom, put her on the bed, asked her to sit down, and then turned back to the bathroom to get a hair dryer to dry her hair. But as soon as Jiang got on the bed, the person fell softly.

Zhao Zheng turned around with a hair dryer and saw that her hair was wet and pressed under her head and pulled her up.

"If you don't blow dry your hair, you get a cold."

The dampness and heat in Jiang's eyes did not fade, and he glanced at him a little lazily: "Where did you get so much strength?" "It's been three times, isn't he tired? She wanted to take a break from a cigarette.

Zhao Zheng's thin lips were lightly pursed, and he smiled lightly. Plug it in, turn on the hair dryer, and a warm breeze blows above her head. Three thousand green silk wrapped around his fingers, and he combed her long hair with his fingers, and time flowed slowly.

When the sound of the hair dryer stopped, Jiang was a little confused in the morning, and then he lay down as if he had been pardoned. Zhao Zheng played with the hair on her forehead twice with some amusement, and then returned the hair dryer to its place.

Nested in a soft cup, Jiang Yisha is comfortable. In a moment, the thin quilt lifted a corner, and his side sank slightly, and then Jiang Yi was surrounded from behind. Her mind was a little confused, and she said vaguely, "Don't mess with me anymore." ”

"Don't bother you." The man was like a large dog with enough content, sniffing her hair, sticking to the back of her neck, and kissing her with pity.

As soon as Jiang felt that there was no threat, he completely relieved his mind and fell into a deep sleep.

thought he would be able to wake up until dawn, but Jiang Yi woke up from a nightmare. When she opened her eyes, there was silence in the room, and Zhao Zheng was breathing steadily, sleeping beside her, his hands on her waist, warm against her skin.

Jiang Yi took several deep breaths before carefully removing his hands and getting out of bed. The intensity of the night and the panic brought on by the nightmares made her physically and mentally exhausted, and the way to the terrace was difficult.

Before the official start of summer, the late-night wind hit the skin and caused goosebumps. Jiang Yi wrapped his bathrobe tightly and sat down at the round table. At his feet was the wine glass that had been knocked down before, lying horizontally, not broken, Jiang Yi bent down to pick it up. Then he took another glass that didn't fall to the ground, unscrewed the cap of the whiskey bottle, and poured the wine in.

Pure whisky without ice has a much richer taste. Jiang Yi drank in silence, relieving the fear flowing through her body. She hadn't remembered that scene for a long time, the sharp opening of the wine bottle, the skin and flesh open, and the blood flowed all over the ground.

Jiang Yi curled up her legs, and the whole person shrank into the chair, she hugged her knees, and her body swayed slightly one after the other.

It's just a dream, it's just a dream. She kept persuading herself.

"Jiang Yi." The man's voice pierced her world, and her body shook suddenly, and she was stunned for a moment before slowly turning her head.

Zhao Zheng squatted in front of her, noticed her strange expression, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Yi regained her attention in his concerned expression, and she shook her head: "I had a very scary dream." ”

The man never expected that she could be scared by nightmares like this, and put his hand on her knee: "Just a dream? ”

Jiang nodded, she put away her original love, put her legs down, and leaned over to poke him in the cheek: "Why did you wake up?" ”

"The people I slept with were gone, and I woke up scared." He clasped her hand and wrapped it in his palm.

She stroked his cheek with her other hand, his skin was a healthy wheat color, with a clear color contrast with her white hand, and she said something that didn't match the preface: "I've never seen you smoke." ”

"Don't put poison in front of ladies."

"Dare to love is hidden deeply." Jiang Yi shaved his handsome nose.

Zhao Zheng shook his head with a smile: "Although the smoking age is long, the smoking addiction is not serious." ”

"I believe it." Her fingertips ran down his nose, ran over his lips, around his stubble chin, and down the side of his neck to his arms. Two fingers pinched his strong arm muscles: "I can't train such a body without self-control." ”

She had peach blossoms in her eyes, and her fingers seemed to be electrified, which hooked his heart. Thanks to his amazing concentration, it's just that he has been distracted for many years, and it was all in vain to meet her, a goblin.

"You're not bad."

He looked at her from top to bottom and from bottom to top, how sharp the eyes were, Jiang Yi's mind rose from the fierce battle before going to bed, and she bit her lower lip. The cold air suddenly became ambiguous again.

"You're thinking too deeply." Jiang pinched his chin with a finger of punishment, but was itched by his stubble. She withdrew her hand: "Cigarettes at hand?" ”

"Still in a bad mood?"

"The so-called cigarette after a meal is a race against the living immortals."

“…… How long ago did you eat this meal? ”

Jiang Yi grinned, suddenly leaned over and pecked him on the lips, then stepped back for half a minute, and looked at him with flashing eyes: "You are my rice." ”

Zhao Zheng's expression paused for three seconds, and he smiled helplessly, goblin, goblin.

A moment later, Zhao Zheng came back with a box of cigarettes, brand new. He opened it and handed it to Jiang Yi.

Jiang glanced at the package, black Davidoff.

"It's not what you usually smoke, is it?" Jiang Yi pulled out one, and Zhao Zheng lit it for her. She spit out slowly for the first time, blowing on the side of Zhao Zheng's neck, as if there was nothing.

"I don't like to smoke. China, red double happiness, very soil. ”

"If you want to talk about soil, it is also a local tyrant." Jiang Yi took the cigarette from his lips and brought it to his lips, and Zhao Zheng smoothly held it.

He took out another cigarette and gave it to Jiang Yi, lit the lighter, and the bright yellow and green flames were bubbling with small flames, imprinting a subtle halo on the faces of the two of them. The cigarette butt lit up a little red, flickering and flickering.

Zhao Zheng leaned his back against the glass door, Jiang Yi was still nestled in his chair, and the two of them smoked in silence.

She tucked a slender cigarette between her white fingers and looked misty at the sash windows of distant buildings. She rarely smokes, and smoking is a money-burning habit.

A cigarette burned out, and Zhao Zheng found an ashtray and placed it on the table next to Jiang Yi. Jiang extinguished the cigarette butt and said to him, "Isn't it good to change the taste once in a while?" ”

Zhao Zheng smiled lightly: "I'm a person who is more affectionate. ”

"What if I'm keen on freshness?" She got up, leaned over to him, hugged him, and hummed an unknown tune softly and slowly, as if she wanted to dance with him.

Zhao Zheng stroked the back of her head with his big hand, ignoring her deliberate words, and said nonchalantly: "That's because you haven't met a good enough." ”

"No matter how good it is, you will be tired, you will be tired, and one day, you will be tired of each other."

Zhao raised her chin with his hand, put his chin in his mouth, and released it, he said, "If you have the ability, then try." You can't bet on me. "A tone that can't be decommittaled, eyes as bright as stars.

His eyes made her feel that a single word was superfluous.

Back in the bedroom, cuddle and sleep. She lay in the crook of his arm, breathing in his.

She insisted on the separation of human flesh, and that sex and love were two different things.

It's just that she is a little vague at the moment, whether it is ** or affection, she thinks about it, and falls into a deep sleep.

After falling asleep, Jiang Yi's biological clock failed that day. At eight o'clock, the second round of morning news began to be broadcast, and Zhao Zheng entered the house and saw Jiang Yi sleeping sweetly wrapped in a quilt.

Although he couldn't bear to quarrel with her, he knew that she was more serious than her work. He went into the house and sat down at the foot of the bed and called her to get up.

Jiang Yi was hooked back to reality by this magnetic and charming voice, and sat up sleepily, but the soul was still wandering, and he didn't move for half a minute.

"It's eight o'clock." Zhao Zheng announced coldly.

Jiang Yi immediately sobered up: "What? How can it be?! She immediately lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, her legs were so weak that she almost fell on her heels, but Zhao Zheng held her firmly.

He shook his head: "You body, no." ”

Jiang Yi opened his mouth and bit his arm, not heavy, but his tone was Lingran: "My body hasn't woken up yet!" ”

She shook him off and went to the bathroom to wash up. Zhao Zheng was smiling behind her, not arguing.

Had breakfast and went to the company. Before she got out of the car, Zhao Zheng bit her ear and threw her a sentence: "Get off work early, we still have to exercise." "If you are serious, you can't do it.

As soon as Jiang sat down in the office, the heat that came into his ears had not yet dissipated. Jiang Yi doesn't understand, is her Taoism shallower, or is Zhao Zheng better?

Before there was an answer, Jiang Yi's mobile phone dinged. The screen lit up, and I thought it was Zhao Zheng, but what popped up was a text message.

"Jiang Yi, I'm back. Ke."

Jiang Yi rolled his eyes, and there were only four big words in his heart: It's about my.