Lu Chongqing's thin mouth had a playful smile on the corner, he tilted his head slightly, thought about it for a while, and then said, "It's okay." {We don't write novels, we're just online text porters-" 樂" Wen "Xiao" said|Don't listen to Yang Chang's nonsense. ”

"Is it a military secret?"

"Not exactly. Go to the grassroots. ”

"For a promotion in the future?" Chen Xiaoyu sneered slightly.

Lu Chongqing thought for a moment, "Sort of." ”

"That's why I want to be an official!" Chen Xiaoyu smiled.

Lu Chongqing also smiled, "A soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier." ”

"Then you fought for it yourself, right?"

"Hmm!" Lu Chongqing nodded, his eyes wandered into the distance, "It's okay!" ”

It's a lot of effort.

Chen Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then glanced up at him, "Sometimes I don't understand you either. ”

"It's nothing, I just don't want to be arranged." Lu Chongqing quickly paused again, "Anything." ”

Chen Xiaoyu didn't speak again, sat at the desk, looked at a place with bright eyes, pondered for a moment with his cheeks, stretched his waist and stood up, ready to go out.

"Where?"

Lu Chongqing grabbed her wrist

Chen Xiaoyu struggled, but didn't break away, so she had to say: "Mopping the floor, I didn't clean it today, it's all dust." She gestured to the floor.

There was a layer of ash floating on the floor, and there was a heavy glow floating and dancing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Lu Chongqing let her go.

After a while, Lu Chongqing heard the sound of running water from the kitchen, and Chen Xiaoyu was mopping the floor in the next room.

Chongqing pushed open the window and lit a cigarette.

Blue smoke floats in the air, and outside the window is the orange sun, the rain-drenched trees, lush. The withered flowers were buried in the dirt, releasing a rich, rotting smell

It's like the heat of early summer is steaming.

After a while, Xiaoyu walked in with a mop and began to mop the floor.

Lu Chongqing's eyes fell on her feet, and she pulled the cuffs of her jeans, revealing her white ankles. Feet in plastic slippers are white and pink.

He looked at it for a moment. It wasn't until the cigarette burned his fingers that he woke up and quickly snuffed out the unfinished cigarette.

And then. With her hands in her trouser pockets, she leaned against the window, watching her mop the floor with her hands and feet lowered while sorting out the clutter in the study. It's busy.

She wore a white cotton shirt with a hem loosely tied into her jeans. With a slender waist, his legs were straight and slender, his head was bowed, and his shiny black hair was scattered beside his white cheeks. Half-covered her face.

Because she was busy, her figure was dangling all the time, and her neckline was ajar. The flesh-colored shoulder straps and white collarbones are faintly exposed.

Lu Chongqing picked up the teacup and drank the water in one go, and put down the teacup. Still feeling thirsty.

I had to hold my arms and hang my eyes silently, and my fingertips tightly pinched my arm.

The windows are ajar, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines, and the moist soil evaporates the water vapor, and the heat hits the face.

He raised his hand and loosened the clasp and the first button of his uniform.

Upset.

"Let's go."

The study was small, and in a short time she had mopped the floor very clean, leaving only a little space at the foot of the road.

He moved his feet silently, avoiding the wet mop, and only saw the mop back and forth, wiping the already clean floor.

After being silent for a while, Lu Chongqing asked in a dumb voice, "Are you in-"

"I'm mopping the floor." Chen Xiaoyu didn't raise his head.

Lu Chongqing sighed secretly, a little irritable, feeling that he was at a disadvantage.

Close, he could smell the fragrance of her body, mixed with a little steaming sweat, he stared at the skin on the back of her neck, and could clearly see the dense and fine sweat on it.

His Adam's apple moved, and his eyes darkened even more.

"Let's not make a fuss." He said in a deep voice

"What did I do?" Chen Xiaoyu raised his head suddenly, and his head accidentally pressed against his chin, Lu Chongqing snorted in pain, and then his kiss fell, pressing hotly on her lips.

This time, his kiss was not as gentle as the previous two times, but with an aggressive domineering and possessiveness, tossing and turning in her mouth, biting her so hard that there was almost no blood.

His hot body clung to hers, the fine kisses made her breathless, and her body trembled in his arms.

The mop fell to the ground with a thud.

Xiaoyu kissed him back unconsciously, her hands around his neck, trembling fingers running down his back in his black hair, caressing his hot skin.

After kissing for a long, long time, he suddenly pushed her away, panting roughly, "No, I can't kiss anymore." Something is going to happen."

Chen Xiaoyu stared at him, and there was her shadow in her dark eyes, small.

"Come out, come out." She whispered, stood on tiptoe, gave him another quick kiss on the lips, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

The two of them confronted each other silently, and for a long time, Lu Chongqing held her face, and his deep eyes wanted to see her heart.

"Really not afraid?"

Passion is surging, overwhelming.

In the bedroom, there was no light, and in the dim light of dusk, only his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, shining, deep, bottomless, faintly burning with flames, his lips moved, as if he had countless words to say, and it seemed that he did not need to say them again.

After a long time, he said in a dumb voice, "Don't mess with me in the future......" The tone of pleading seems to be coquettish,

Xiaoyu's heart was about to melt, and she couldn't help but kiss him on the lips, and said with a slurred smile, "Who is messing with you?" ”

"Who else but you" he said and pushed her to the bed, holding her waist with both hands, and a dense kiss fell, along her forehead, eyes, lip corners, collarbone, all the way down......

The buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned, like white magnolia petals blooming in front of the eyes, and the hot wind of early summer was blowing, shivering for bursts.

Her ears could hear him inhale in a low breath that he had suppressed in his throat, and then pressed against it like a baby, his toes tense, and his body trembling like an electric shock.

As if sensing her longing and uneasiness, he reluctantly raised his head and stared into her eyes.

"You, really?" He asked, his voice dry and hoarse, trembling slightly with nervousness.

Chen Xiaoyu looked at her, and suddenly had a strange feeling, in her previous life, she was a mature married woman, familiar with the affairs of men and women, eating marrow and knowing taste, in the face of his passion and teasing, her will had already collapsed, but this young body was jerky, shy, uneasy, scared and longing, curious......

Contradictory and seductive.

"Say, would you like to?" Lu Chongqing's nose rubbed against hers, and asked reluctantly.

"Would you like to?" Xiaoyu hugged his neck and asked softly, a hint of a playful smile flashed in her moist eyes, and her crimson cheeks were coquettish.

"I-" Lu Chongqing choked up, his face turned red, and slowly half-got up, knelt on the bed, and looked down at the girl in front of him, his deep pool-like eyes still staring tightly, burning with a black flame.

He slowly unbuttoned his clothes, and the army-green uniform slipped off his body, revealing tight abs, like a leopard ready to attack, careless, lazy and beautiful.

"You're mine." He said that it was as sacred as a declaration of sovereignty. (To be continued.) )

ps: There is a passion play today, so I should be able to pass it