Natalie felt the heat all over her body.

His clothes were pulled to the side, and he pressed himself against the piano without even stripping himself naked.

From the edge of the pants that was slightly ripped off, I went straight in.

Natalie hugged Jerry's neck tightly.

It hurts, itches and numbs underneath.

Until the end, she was pushed to a height that she could no longer rise from waves of urine.

The broken soprano and the piano sounded one after another.

There is nothing to stand in the way anymore, no more scruples.

Natalie straightened for a long time, thinking that she could finally catch her breath, but she didn't expect that the impact had just begun at this time.

……

The oblique light penetrates through the curtain and into the room.

In the piano room, a man covered in red fruits hugged a woman covered in red fruits and fell in the piano room.

Everywhere there are clothes, everywhere there are marks, everywhere, torn panties.

Jerry opened his eyes in a daze, and he couldn't help but smile when he was greeted by Natalie Portman, who was peachy and watery.

I've never been so and presumptuous.

There really isn't.

What should be said?

Is it actually Natalie Portman who says he loves the most?

Maybe so.

That's why he wanted to put everything on Natalie Portman after sleeping with so many people, in his first time with Natalie Portman.

So, a mess.

to the end. Natalie almost lost the strength to scream, except for the uncontrollable trembling, the whole person was lost in psychedelia.

Sex. It really is the best poison.

Even for the first time.

Jerry slowly pulled his arm from under Natalie's head, and when he got up, he noticed a tingling pain in his back, and looked at the mirror in the piano room, only to realize that the blood-red map had been drawn on his back.

Nine Yin White Bone Claw?

Jerry reluctantly put on his pants. The T-shirt can no longer be worn, and it was torn from such a fierce battle yesterday. It's not tight, it's just Natalie's panties.

"Buckle Buckle Buckle ~"

There was a knock on the door.

Jerry walked over and hung up the chain, and the door opened a gap, and Jerry was shirtless and his head was exposed, it was Rami Ryze.

Rami Rhyz looked at Jerry's appearance. A look of banter. "Jerry, your phone."

"Who called?"

"Miss Stanley."

"Tell her that I'll call her back half an hour later."

Rami Ryze tilted his head sideways, his eyes drifting into the piano room, Jerry reached out and pressed his head to the side, then slammed the door shut.

This bastard.

In the piano room, Natalie Portman, who had no human pillows, turned around and woke up with her eyes open.

Shirtless Jerry walked over. He sat directly on the ground, supporting his body with one hand. One hand stroked Natalie's long brown hair again, lowered his head and kissed her face, and whispered softly with tenderness in his eyes, "Hey~"

Natalie Portman stretched lazily, she blinked, looking at the man who was like a storm last night, but she was fascinated, and a happy woman's smile spread across her face, "Hey~"

"Did you wake up?" Jerry combed Natalie's hair, then stroked her body back and forth along her shoulders. "If you wake up, it's time to get up. Otherwise, Humphrey would have to go downstairs. ”

As soon as she heard Humphrey-Rothschel's name, Natalie suddenly sat up, but unfortunately, the pain in her lower body was like an electric shock, causing her movements to freeze instantly.

It really hurts!

Natalie Portman's brow furrowed.

"Slow down, slow down!" Jerry reached under her armpit, but there was a smile on his face.

Natalie punched Jerry in hatred.

This damn fellow, last night, couldn't he be lighter?

Natalie frowned, now in this situation, I'm afraid I have to rest all day.

Scarlett was right, if she climbed the wall at ten o'clock at night, it would be the rhythm of rolling the sheets.

I knew I wouldn't have climbed the wall yesterday!

However, after knowing such a thing, how could she still endure it.

Natalie stared at Jerry angrily, and Jerry could only look at her with a guilty expression.

Natalie couldn't help but give him a punch again.

When Jerry was carried upstairs in her messy clothes, Ms. Linda Lohan happened to come out of the kitchen with a breakfast. Natalie Portman has probably never been so panicked in her life, and she buried her head directly in Jerry's arms. And the latter actually had the cheekiness to say hello to Linda Lohan.

"Have a good rest here today! Mr. Hessleg, I'll talk about it. ”

"No, Dad's, I'll call him myself."

"Aren't you afraid of being scolded?"

Natalie straightened her nose, "I'll just say I slept at Scarlett's house yesterday." ”

Jerry looked down and kissed her, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Half an hour later.

"Good morning, Amy." Jerry sat on the edge of the bed and called Emily Stanley, "Is there something wrong with calling me so early?" ”

"It's not me looking for you, it's Mr. Gabe Newell looking for you."

"Is it about HλLF-LIFE?"

"Well, it's not this, it's about another game called, like it's called Counter-Strike."

"Oh~ it's this. What did he say? ”

"I don't know the specifics."

"Let that guy call me directly."

"Okay, I know. How is your body? "Emily Stanley was in Los Angeles at the time of the Atlanta terrorist attacks, and she had to handle Lindsay Lohan's Natural Pair. She had only seen Jerry once when he was injured and unconscious, and after Nanako Tanaka's calf protection had a psychological attack, only Sachiko Kamaike was pardoned.

"It's not a big problem, don't worry. By the way, Amy, I should be back in Japan next year. The university has been chosen, the University of Tokyo in Japan. ”

"Oh~ I see." Emily's voice was a little low, "If you want to see what happens here in the United States, I'll help you watch." ”

"Hmm~ Okay. That's it for now, hang up. ”

Jerry hung up.

Counter-Strike?

Jerry suddenly laughed, he had just played a race against time with a group of terrorists in Atlanta, and now, a classic FPS game, Counter-Strike, appeared.

Hmm~ Wait.

Jerry suddenly thought of the song he had written for Linkin Park, and perhaps it would be better to tie the song to Counter-Strike.

Linkin Park's metal rap style is a perfect fit for that game. (To be continued......)