After the exam, it is a holiday, the life of the aristocratic school all depends on consciousness, the lecturer will not prescribe what the students should do most of the time, just play a role in guidance and enlightenment, and they also know that the students here can not be offended, so the learning atmosphere is free but does not lose the body, usually the students are more interested.

Today and Song Shuangshuang went out on an outing, the feeling of riding a bicycle has not been experienced for many years, if it weren't for Song Shuangshuang's family just having a bicycle, and Song Shuangshuang likes romance, probably Yang Ming would not be able to feel this wonderful feeling.

Riding a bicycle against the breeze, the flower fields and plants on both sides retreated rapidly. This feeling has probably not been felt since I was a teenager!

Song Shuangshuang was wearing a cyan lotus skirt on the lower half of his body, a pure white shirt on his upper body, his long black hair was casually draped behind his shoulders, and he could stop above the hip line, revealing a small piece of white and delicate feet under the skirt that was gently swinging, humming a pleasant little tune in his mouth, as if he had fallen into intoxication.

Gently, she pressed her face against Yang Ming's generous and slightly warm back, feeling the feeling of being steady, which was much better than watching other girls being beaten by luxury cars at the school gate.

"Brother Yang Ming, why do you always feel that you are different from other boys, is it because you have suffered a lot in the past eight years of separation?" Song Shuangshuang's face was pressed against Yang Ming's back, and he asked softly, and the hem of the lotus leaf pleats of the skirt fluttered slightly.

"How am I different?" Yang Ming felt the softness of Song Shuangshuang against his back, and deliberately stepped the bicycle out of the feeling of constant speed.

"It's just different. Of course, I'm not talking about the fact that you're very good, although you are. But I always feel that you are always more silent than boys of the same age, is it because you don't like to talk? ”

"Oh" Yang Ming was slightly stunned and smiled: "Are you saying that I don't talk about love?" Hehe, I do feel a little strange when it comes to this, I used to always have people close to me, and I really didn't know what to say when I was in a formal relationship for the first time. ”

In fact, Yang Ming has been crisscrossing countries all these years, but as he said, he doesn't need to get close to others, and some women will take the initiative to post them. For this kind of people, the symptoms of Stockholm naturally cannot be explained, it can only be said that he has a mysterious temperament that is different from ordinary people, which becomes a unique charm, and when this charm is proved once, it will become a strong medicine that fascinates women, making it difficult to restrain people.

This phenomenon is actually like the purest love many years ago, there is not much material concept between men and women, so as long as they find a feeling of attraction from each other, they will be together. And the women that Yang Ming can come into contact with in the process of performing the task are either rich or expensive, and material things are not very important to them, and their temperament is especially different from that of ordinary women, because they will first eliminate vulgar material conditions when they choose men.

The richer you are, the more you will ignore the financial resources of the other party and look at other aspects of temperament.

Therefore, Yang Ming has many opportunities to be different.

But of course Song Shuangshuang wouldn't believe him, but he couldn't help but show two dimples at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "I don't listen to your nonsense!" That's not what I'm talking about, I just think that other boys either want to prove themselves, or you look calmer than everyone else anyway? ”

"Isn't that bad?"

"Good is good! But sometimes I feel too much like an old man, probably the meaning of being a young man, although Brother Yang Ming, of course you are not a teenager," Song Shuangshuang described softly.

Yang Ming smiled, and suddenly the bicycle staggered into a field of flowers, which made Song Shuangshuang suddenly nervously hug his waist, and he didn't dare to open his eyes open, for fear of seeing the scene of people overturning on their backs.

Fortunately, although the bicycle shook violently, it finally stabilized, and Song Shuangshuang couldn't help but let out an 'ah' exclamation when he opened his eyes.

"It's so beautiful" Song Shuangshuang looked at the small flowers scattered around her, and the girl's romantic cells suddenly flareed up, and she couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Yang Ming stopped the car, then lay down on his back, opened his arms and smiled at Song Shuangshuang: "Come here, let me hug it!" ”

Song Shuangshuang's face turned red suddenly, and he glanced around nervously, and then embarrassedly took his skirt and sat next to Yang Ming and said, "Don't, it's shameful to die in the middle of the day." Ahh

Where did Yang Ming give her a chance, he turned over and pressed Song Shuangshuang's delicate body under him, and then looked for her pink lips.

The girl's lips are moist and moist, sweet as eating the flesh of the fruit when you bite into it, and delicate and fresh as jelly in the mouth.

Song Shuangshuang resisted slightly, then closed her eyes and followed Yang Ming's jerky response, she had seen all kinds of movie clips with male and female kiss scenes, some wild and some warm, but in fact, she herself was still a little uncomfortable.

I just think it's incredible why being kissed by a man's lips on my lips makes me feel dizzy, as if I can't think of anything in my heart, and there is a fiery breath in my body that is going to melt something like a fire, and then there is a hot liquid that wants to come out of my body

Yang Ming had heard that there was such a scenery here, but he had never been a particularly romantic person, and this time he brought Song Shuangshuang here only because he felt that Song Shuangshuang was more likely to like some of these kinds of places, rather than those seemingly high-end restaurants and clubs.

In Yang Ming's mind, Song Shuangshuang is a holy lotus flower, which is unique. So he doesn't have to accommodate Liang Yuanyuan a lot of times, but he still wants to cater to Song Shuangshuang's thoughts, such as kissing in the flower field.

This feeling is actually the same in Yang Ming's opinion, the difference is that Song Shuangshuang's lips are still so green and moving, like a fresh fruit, pleasant and sweet. But after all, it is green, so while Yang Ming is tasting, he is still guiding her and letting her learn how to indulge in it

When Song Shuangshuang's snort had become hot and heavy, Yang Ming naturally put his hand into her pure white shirt and went up along the skin of her flat and smooth lower abdomen, until he touched the edge of the underwear inside and paused slightly. Then move on

Suddenly, Song Shuangshuang's body struck a spirit, his body became hot, and he let out a whimpering nasal sound, as if he was afraid and seemed to be calling.

Yang Ming finally grasped the indescribable warmth and softness, like mutton fat and jade, smooth and delicate to the touch, like satin, but he could clearly feel the undeveloped astringency of the girl.

The feeling that is completely different from Liang Yuanyuan's softness, it is soft and warm to the touch, but he doesn't dare to put the strength on the mature woman's body on the girl's body, because with a little force, Yang Ming is worried that Song Shuangshuang will cry in pain.

So he was as gentle as if he had touched a gun for the first time, as divine, gentle.

In the process of stroking, discover her sensitive spots, and then continue to stimulate, continue to bring her bursts of pleasure and joy like electricity.

It wasn't until Song Shuangshuang straightened her legs and tightened them together and endured them hard that Yang Ming slowed down her rhythm slightly, but gently untied her pure white shirt

The scenery is wonderful.