Flashlight in the dim light. The empty fields grew silent. A low, damp night breeze blows. Long Jiang couldn't help but shudder. Thunder in the distance is closer. It's louder too. A gust of wind blew. Sent to the nose with an earthy smell. A rustling sound suddenly sounded on the ground not far away.

Suddenly there was an astonishing flash of lightning. Tear through the dark clouds. Pull out the silver snake that is scurrying around. It's as if God has taken a picture of the ground. Suddenly there was a huge flash of light between the heavens and the earth. Highway, scattered bungalows on both sides. Store. Distant bud valleys. It's all clear under lightning.

Boom. Heavy rain came in a flash. Dense raindrops hit Longjiang's whole body. Urging him to take a quick step. I ran at full speed towards the roadside shop.

Silver lightning bolts one after the other. Reflecting the fine and rapid rain. The sudden heavy rain soon soaked Longjiang's whole body. Raindrops hit the roof of the bungalow. There was a sharp and dense crackling sound. It's like a piano piece of fate with ups and downs.

Long Jiang quickly threw away the useless flashlight in his hand. Heavy rain on the top of the head. Step out of your legs. Out of breath, I ran to the front of the shop. Reach out and pull the handle away. Along the crack of the half-open black hole door. Got in. The wind and rain followed him closely. Blowing into the dark hallway.

The sleeping aunt's snoring is still unabated. With the help of lightning outside. Long Jiang seemed to turn over when he saw her. He was unaware of the sudden intrusion of Long Jiang. A towel quilt covers her head and face. Huge body together with a volt. The wind and rain outside didn't have any effect on her sleep.

What a woman.

Long Jiang carefully closed the dilapidated wooden door. Raindrops lapped against the glass and that shabby plastic sheet. Make unpleasant sounds. He carefully drew the curtains. Tightly insert the latch. Shut out the icy wind and rain. With soaked clothes. Tired and walking upstairs.

The sudden sound of footsteps touched a voice-activated lamp overhead. The dim light is on. Illuminates the cramped staircase. Reflecting the mottled and dilapidated skin of the two side walls. A black cement undertone is revealed.

There are seven or eight rooms on both sides of the short corridor. Behind the red wooden door, there is a faint sound of men snoring from all kinds of sweet sleep. One after another. The convergence is a strange movement. Longjiang looked from room to room with the help of dim wall lights. Finally found room 209 at the end of the hallway. He knocked lightly on the door.

"Who?" Zeng Qiaoqiao's voice was nervous and uneasy. With a hint of fear of the unknown, darkness and strangers.

"It's me." Long Jiang's voice was also a little tense. The soaked clothes are tightly wrapped around the body. It actually gave him a little bit of cold that is rare in summer. Behind a dark red wooden door is a strange beauty. It also gave him a lot of reverie and slight longing.

The chain lock on the wooden door slowly opens. A crack opened in the door. A rosy and pretty face was revealed. Half-dried hair falling down the shoulders. Apricot Nume looked out a little nervously. When it was clear that it was Longjiang. She opened the door completely. After welcoming the soaked Longjiang in. Nervously locked the door again.

It's a very simple little shop room. There is a wooden double bed with some paint on the concrete floor. Next to it are two bedside tables of different sizes. An old floor-to-ceiling electric fan. Hanging opposite is a cheesy mirror with saffron printed on it. Lonely to the window.

The curtains are plaid cloth with rustic characteristics. Not too shading. I can vaguely see the lightning and thunder outside. The interior will be bright and white. A dull yellow. The shadows of the trees outside are reflected in the curtains. Five-color mottled. With the rumbling thunder and the rushing wind and rain. It seems that the atmosphere of the room is a little weird.

Zeng Qiaoqiao leaned against the wooden door of the room a little nervously. Looking at the Longjiang River expectantly. The unfamiliar indoor environment made her somewhat scared. After all, she is a young unmarried woman who is not yet 26 years old.

"Oops. How are you soaking wet. Go to the toilet and take it off."

It can be seen with the help of dim lights in the room. Longjiang was poured by heavy rain like a soup chicken. Drops of rain from the hair fell down the body to the ground. After a while, a small trail of water accumulated under his feet. Zeng Qiaoqiao hurriedly urged him. Handing him the only blue towel in the room. Her face was slightly red. That's what I just used up. A towel that has been wiped all over the body.

I can't find a second towel in the room.

The sweet air in the room made Longjiang a little intoxicated. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. Again shuddered. I took the towel with my hand. I saw Zeng Qiaoqiao wearing a big white bathing towel. Covers the bumpy body. My hair has been blown half-dry. That tacky embroidered dress and pink cropped pants. She also just finished washing. Hang it on a dilapidated floor-to-ceiling fan cover net to dry.

White bath towel underneath. Longjiang faintly saw the shadow of black T pants.

Longjiang can't look any further. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it back for a while. will pounce on Zeng Beauty. Hurriedly said, "You go to sleep first. I'll wash." Hurried into the bathroom in the bedroom. Closed the door.

The so-called oma in the mouth of the fat aunt. That is, a double bed with a toilet. Because the price is relatively expensive. Few of the passing drivers are willing to live. On the contrary, the bathroom is relatively clean. Of course. There is also the reason why I happened to scrub and clean by the way.

Long Jiang quickly took off his full body clothes. Old man shirt and big blue shorts. Gray panties. Opened a dilapidated shower head with a lot of yellow and red rust on the head. Miraculously. The water that came out of it was lukewarm. He sighed comfortably. Holding a piece of half a piece of soap that Zeng Qiaoqiao found somewhere. I washed it off happily.

The bath water flowed down Longjiang's strong pectoral muscles. Will smell of blood all over his body. The burnt smell of burning paper and clothes. and the dust that got on it all day. They were all washed.

Black water trails meander down. It flows down the body of the dragon river to the ground tiles. Twists and turns towards the floor drain.

Longjiang quickly cleaned the dirt. I dried my body with that fragrant blue towel. The thought of this towel a few minutes ago had skimmed Zeng Qiaoqiao's delicate skin. When rubbing to that place. Long Jiang actually had a strong reaction.

Outside is a big beautiful woman with a lively color. If he goes out with this guy. It's embarrassing.

Long Jiang in order to divert attention. Pick up soaking wet clothes. It was stained with a lot of paper ash that fell when the paper was burned just now. Just wash it. Or what to wear tomorrow.

Come to think of this. Longjiang is rare and diligent. I washed all the clothes I had taken off. Wring it out. When looking for a dry place to hang. Long Jiang suddenly found an even more embarrassing question:

There's nothing in this weird bathroom. There is no bathrobe. There are no bath towels. Even if a shower curtain is pulled down to cover it. The only bath towel seems to have been taken by Zeng Meinu. Long Jiang was stunned. How can Nima get out?

The thought of the embarrassment that ensues. The little thing below is ferocious again.

There is no way to do it. It's just going with the flow. You can't squat in the toilet for a night. Let's talk about taking a bath and washing clothes in Longjiang. It will take at least twenty minutes. Maybe I happened to sleep.

Long Jiang shook off the wrung out old man's shirt. Ninja close-fitting discomfort. Cover the exuberance under the waist. Gently opened the toilet room door.

The wind and rain outside are louder. Lightning bolts one after another. The room was reflected in the slightest detail.

Zeng Qiaoqiao still hasn't slept. Sit on the bed with your shoulders crossed. Tightly wrapped in a bath towel. I was overjoyed to see Long Jiang Shun come out. Jumped up and said happily: "Little brother. You're finally out. I'm so scared. Can't sleep."

The voice is still so crisp and hoarse. Hearing this, Long Jiang hurriedly covered his body. A tent has been formed there.

Zeng Qiaoqiao didn't seem to see this qiē.Running over with two white thighs.The T-shaped pants were small.Long Jiang glanced at it a few times and quickly lowered her eyes.She hugged Long Jiang's arm tightly.The warm body was a little trembling.Worried: "Long Jiang. So many badasses. Are they all really dead? Nothing will happen tonight."

Long Jiang secretly complained. Sister. You hug me a little longer. If nothing happens, something goes wrong. You're going to have to let me dry my clothes. Let's find another piece of clothing. After all, what about the light fruit.

Zeng Meinu seemed to have just seen the clothes in Long Jiang's hand. I took it over. Shake it off and hang it on the bedside table. Long Jiang wanted to scream. It's late. The underwear that had just been washed was also shaken open by Zeng Qiaoqiao. Spread out in a grand way.

With Longjiang by your side. Zeng Qiaoqiao was not so scared. His expression calmed down. That's when I noticed what I was holding in my hand. She twisted her head and meowed at Long Jiang. The white tender little hand covers the mouth. Eat and laugh:

"I turned the lights off. You also take off your clothes and let them dry. Don't catch a cold when it's cold. There's just a bath towel in this room. My sister won't give it to you. There are also two pillow towels. I'll send you one. Remember. Don't shoot the quilt with me for a while."

Say it. His face was slightly red, and he turned off the interior lights. Move out a thin one that can't be any thinner. Quilt covered with a white quilt. Quickly drilled in. Bring up a gust of incense. Leave dark clouds on the pillow.

Long Jiang saw that Zeng Qiao turned towards the window. Don't overdo it. Obviously leave yourself room to change your clothes. I was slightly grateful in my heart. Hurriedly took off the wet old man's shirt. There is no place to look for it. Only open the toilet door. I touched the door beam and it was still clean. Shake it off and throw it away.

It's all right. This time it's completely gone.

What's worse is that there is still a big beautiful woman lying on the bed. The body curves of the side sleeping gracefully. Rounded shoulders, thin waist, stacked calves. It reveals an indescribable smell of temptation. Indoor exhalation fragrant. Long Jiang had no choice but to bite the bullet. Stiffened his body and moved towards the bed step by step.

Admonish as you go. This chick is scared enough today. Sorry for the old lady. No matter how beautiful the girl is, my brother has to endure it today. No matter how good-looking her breasts are, my brother has to endure it. No matter how beautiful her legs are, she has to endure it. No matter how round her skin is, her brother has to endure it......

The question is. Can Long Jiang hold back.