The figure of a woman walked slowly, cutting the ground, revealing a incense path from far and near, the incense path was filled with an intoxicating fragrance, like a colorless drug quietly passing through the snort of the guò person, and the pores on the body surface entered the human body, intoxicating and soft.

Dressed in a blue and red cheongsam, with an ankle-length skirt, the cheongsam is brightly colored, like a Buddhist cave mural, and her bare arms shine orange in the sunset, releasing a seductive gravitational pull, but you feel that her skin is so white and flawless.

This gait is a natural charm, an irresistible temptation, and even the mischievous evening breeze cannot be shaken off, entangled around her, ruffling the hair on her forehead.

She stopped in front of Qi Buyang, standing in front of her, graceful and cold, staring and silent.

Seeing her eyes, Qi Buyang suddenly felt as if he had been stabbed with an awl.

Why do you come here in costume?

"Miss Xia?" Qi Buyang's face showed doubts, whether she had something left on her again, she specially sent it.

A smile appeared at the corner of Xia Meng's mouth, and the breath from this smile flowed in the air, making people feel that their mouth and nose were blocked, and they felt suffocated.

Why such a weird smile? Qi Buyang was puzzled again.

Without warning, Xia Meng's fist fell on Qi Buyang's lower abdomen, so gentle, so gentle, casually outlining the most fascinating curve in the world, and a woman's arm can also be so beautiful and moving.

"Ahh

There was an extra black hole in Qi Buyang's lower abdomen, absorbing something gentle, more and more urgent, urging his breathing and trembling muscles, and the pain from his internal organs forced him to be on the verge of collapse and made him succumb.

Qi Buyang bent over, knelt on the ground, struggling to stand up, but couldn't.

There is only one thought in my head, I am afraid that it will not hurt so much if I am shot.

The pain spread through the nerve network of his body, peeling off his body, and Qi Buyang pressed his hands to the ground.

Xia Meng walked like a proud lioness with graceful steps, staring at the drooping prey on the ground, ready to give a fatal blow, the hem of the cheongsam rose and fell with the turbulence, the round curve looming at the ankles, and every inch of skin texture was just right, tight and delicate and charming.

Xia Meng stopped behind Qi Buyang, and his slender palm slashed towards Qi Buyang's buttocks, transforming into blades, wanting to separate the man's ass in this orange twilight.

A leg suddenly appeared, blocking the place where the slender palm fell, like a long white railing.

Xia Meng looked like a woman, smiling and charming, like her own shadow in the mirror.

Both women remained motionless and stared at each other, but the sound of the underground man's painful gasps shattered the silence.

They all looked down in unison, like shadows of each other.

Xia Meng's hand was already strong, but this slender leg did not move at all, as if this was originally across this space, she knew that the other party belonged to the same kind of person as herself, and she was hidden in the city, and only at a critical moment would she take action to expose her strength, and the man who was wheezing in pain underground was worthy of this charming woman to expose herself.

Zhong Jilan smiled and asked first, "What do you want to do to him?" "She stood on one leg, but she was as steady as a peak.

"Explode his chrysanthemum!" Xia Meng responded coldly, and most of the time she was salivating and smiling.

"Really? So fun? Zhong Jilan giggled, like a girl full of childlike fun.

"I'll leave when I'm done." Xia Meng said lightly.

"I'm not allowed!" Zhong Jilan said three words with a smile, and as she spoke, she still had time to reach out and stroke her hair that was blown by the evening breeze.

Xia Meng doesn't hate women being coquettish in front of him, but he hates women who are more coquettish than himself, Xia Meng frowned and pulled Zhong Jilan's legs, "I broke his chrysanthemum today." ”

"I don't allow it."

Two such beautiful women are discussing such a vulgar topic about chrysanthemums, and! Do you understand the feelings of men who are suffering from pain underground?

"Chick, then don't blame me for blowing up your chrysanthemum later." Xia Meng spoke like a man.

"Haven't been blown up yet." Zhong Jilan was like a delicate young lady, still smiling at Xia Meng's eyes.

This made Xia Meng want to see this woman's crying, pleading, and pitying appearance, and slowly surged up like a man's desire.

The corners of Xia Meng's mouth hooked up an evil smile, and the smile was like a lustful woman, but just when it appeared on the face of this beautiful woman, it became evil.

Xia Meng slashed with his palm, or between the two pieces of meat that the man was bulging, Zhong Jilan came out with his feet, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and with the wind blowing Xia Meng's clothes swaying.

Xia Meng grabbed Zhong Jilan's ankle with his other hand, held this flexible leg to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it playfully.

The silver high-heeled sandals showed a delicate silver light at Zhong Jilan's feet, like a silver belt inlaid in the skin of her feet, Xia Meng took off the high-heeled sandals on Zhong Jilan's feet, and stroked the round, delicate skin on Zhong Jilan's feet with her fingers.

"It's beautiful!" Xia Meng praised.

Zhong Jilan chuckled: "Does it stink?" I didn't wash my feet last night. ”

Xia Meng smiled: "I just like this all-natural taste." "She seems to have forgotten what she came here for.

"You forgot I still have two legs." Before Zhong Jilan's words fell, the other leg had already swept towards Xia Meng's face, this action made people wonder what she used to support her body.

Xia Meng is not surprised, ordinary people can't do it, it doesn't mean that this woman can't do it, her legs are not close, Xia Meng already feels sharp, Xia Meng let go of the ankle that held her other leg, freed her hands, separated her palms, slightly dotted under her feet, took a few steps back, stopped, her face was slightly painful, she reached out and touched it, but there was no scar.

Xia Meng smiled: "What a savage chick." ”

"Oh, that's barbaric." Zhong Jilan's mouth seemed to be coquettish like a lover, Xia Meng couldn't help but feel a crisp bone when she heard it, and her dazzling feet shot like arrows, gentle and fierce.

Dense leg shadows spread over Xia Meng's body, fiddling with graceful curves and graceful voices, the sound came first, savagely invading her ears and agitating her eardrums.

Xia Meng's hands are not ornaments, the shadow of her legs is all over the sky, Xia Meng's eyes are like positioning, her hands are like phoenix claws and flexible, her movements are not as fast as Zhong Jilan, but every time she accurately blocks Zhong Jilan's attack, so that she can't hurt her body.

Xia Meng smiled and looked proud, as if telling her to be a little more savage.

"Oh, the beauty lets someone else." Zhong Jilan snorted.

Xia Meng's bones were soft again, and she couldn't stand a woman's tone the most.

"Smack"

The sole of the foot fell on Xia Mengqiao's face, but it was the foot without shoes.

Zhong Jilan giggled and trembled.

Xia Meng's face was very cold and smelly, the revenge of the chrysanthemum was not avenged, and she was kicked by this beautiful chick on her face.

"Are you still coming?" Zhong Jilan asked, her legs were slim, as if they were just ordinary beautiful legs.

"Who are you?" Xia Meng asked.

"A piece of duckweed floating in the sea." Zhong Jilan should be.

Xia Meng was silent, and said after a while: "Although your leg skills are spicy, you lack fire, be careful, don't expose yourself lightly." ”

"If you want to explode his chrysanthemum, of course I won't." Zhong Jilan responded with a smile.

Xia Meng smiled: "Did he deceive another one?" ”

Zhong Jilan said with a smile: "Of course Miss Ben wants to stop this kind of brutal behavior." But he didn't answer directly.

Xia Meng responded with a sneer.

Zhong Jilan smiled: "Are you a victim?" ”

Fuck his victim, she's just accidentally blown up in the ass by this bastard, which is more precious to her than a hymen.

Seeing Xia Meng's expression, Zhong Jilan smiled and said, "Oh...... I see, he's really bad......"

"You take care of his chrysanthemums, and I'll come again." Xia Meng turned to leave, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

I don't know when it gets dark.

Qi Buyang was immersed in pain, completely oblivious to what was happening around him, the role of the body's nerves at this time was to transmit pain, in fact, if you think about it carefully, compared to this kind of pain, being popped is nothing, this kind of pain is probably the anesthesia that Xia Meng gave Qi Buyang before bursting the chrysanthemum.

Zhong Jilan squatted down beside Qi Buyang, stretched out his little hand and rubbed it on his stomach, I don't know how long it took to rub it, Qi Buyang got a lot better, and slowly stood up, but he still felt that his whole body was in pain and he had no strength, he couldn't understand how he could leave in pain after being punched, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as inhuman.

Zhong Jilan smiled: "It's a lot better, it's not so painful." ”

Qi Buyang asked, "Why did she beat me?" ”

Zhong Jilan smiled: "I didn't ask her about this, but I know that in addition to beating you, she also wants to blow up your chrysanthemum." ”

Popping chrysanthemums? In Qi Buyang's dictionary, popping chrysanthemum is still an obscure word.

Zhong Jilan saw Qi Buyang's puzzled expression, and said, "There." He gestured to his buttocks.

Qi Buyang instantly understood, but he still didn't understand, "Why do you want to explode my chrysanthemum?" ”

Zhong Jilan responded: "How do I know this, will you explode her chrysanthemum?" ”

"How is that possible!" Qi Buyang blurted out.

Zhong Jilan chuckled: "Then maybe you exploded other parts of her." ”

Qi Buyang was very unhappy, "I'm serious, don't be joking, I'm not in the mood to joke with you." ”

Zhong Jilan smiled, didn't answer, and walked towards the car with Qi Buyang in her arms.

One of the people who was considered friends beat him, and the other who couldn't tell the difference between friends and enemies helped her.

"Why does it hurt to be punched?"

Zhong Jilan smiled: "Because she is also a master, you should be glad that she just wants you to be painful, not to let you die." ”

Master? Qi Buyang blurted out: "How can there be so many masters in the world. ”

"It's not much, but she's it."

Qi Buyang is really incomprehensible, how a lesbian who opens a café can become a master, it is really a bit hypocritical and ethereal.

"The big hidden in the city master in the people, there are too many facts in this world that you haven't witnessed with your own eyes, and it will be regarded as not existing."

Qi Buyang nodded, accepting the fact that Xia Meng was a so-called master, and asked, "You saved me just now?" ”

"yes!"

"Why save me?"

"She's going to blow up your chrysanthemum."

Qi Buyang said unhappily: "Don't talk like a little girl, okay?" ”

"Born." Zhong Jilan responded with a smile.

Qi Buyang stopped talking, and as soon as he opened the door of the driver's seat, Zhong Jilan said, "I'll drive." As he spoke, he opened the rear door and pushed Qi Buyang in. I1387