"Looks like it's time for me to take my leave!"

Ding Lan said, slowly standing up, really preparing to leave. And Lin Man looked at it, but he was not in a hurry, a pair of cold eyes, as if with a sharp knife, looked straight at Ding Lan.

After a slight pause, Lin Man slowly spoke:

"It turns out that Miss Ding came to me just to see me!"

Lin Man's tone was light, and he couldn't hear any emotion at all, but it was such a tone that made Ding Lan's action of leaving suddenly freeze in place.

Intuition tells her that this woman is dangerous, but definitely not for her!

Some people are born with majesty and fierceness like gods, Ding Lan didn't expect that Xiaodao's friend would be such a woman.

If you look at a person, you have to look at the friends around him!

Xiaodao has a friend like Lin Man by his side, which proves that the man is also full of danger.

Ding Lan gathered his mind slightly:

"Miss Lin, I'm afraid, I can't accept your company's invitation!"

Ding Lan turned around, looked at Lin Man, and said his words lightly. When Lin Man heard this, he just smiled faintly, and there was no expected mistake, or he tried his best to persuade him to stay.

Sure enough, Ding Lan knew that this woman was definitely not easy to see.

Moreover, Lin Man's answer was also a little unexpected by Ding Lan.

Because, she said:

"I know, because the knife has already told me!"

Knife, the man again......

The light in Ding Lan's eyes moved slightly, but he looked at Lin Man quietly:

"Goodbye!"

After that, no matter what kind of expression Lin Man had on his face, whether he still had something to say, he turned around and pushed the door and left.

Lin Man sat in the huge reception room, his slender fingers as white as green onions, and he pointed to the table as if nothing, and after a few clicks, he sighed suddenly, I

"Knife, this time, you've planted it!"

When Xiaodao went to Ding Lan's house, of course she was not at home. The door was locked, and the knife thought about it, gave up the idea of breaking in, waited for a while, and then turned and went downstairs.

Sitting in the car, the knife took out a cigarette from the box, took a few puffs, and the oncoming black Maybach instantly came into view.

The Maybach stopped, Ding Lan slowly walked down from inside, and in an instant, he saw the knife sitting in the car and smoking.

Ding Lan only paused for a moment, then locked the car door, and without hesitation, walked straight to the car of the knife and pulled the car door-

The knife was still surprised, because Ding Lan pulled the door on the driver's side of the car.

Although the space in the car is small, Ding Lan is very thin, and although the knife is strong, it is not a big one.

Ding Lan opened his legs directly and straddled the crotch of the knife.

She didn't have any foreshadowing, her eyes were bright, but she didn't see the bottom. The cold lip flap fell directly on the lips of the knife.

In an instant, the knife's body stiffened for a few seconds, and the air in the car flowed slowly, but it was quiet and abnormal, only the fire of the knife's fingertips flickered on and off, like an open eye in the dark night, weird, but raging.

The knife recovered his senses, threw the cigarette butt out of the car directly, closed the car door with his hand, clasped the back of Ding Lan's head with his big hand, and scraped Ding Lan's scalp with a slight callus on his cold fingertips.

Ding Lan tasted the taste of tobacco on the lip flap of the knife, the slightly bitter leather taste, at this moment, undoubtedly the most effective aphrodisiac!

Her tongue was soft and moist, like a nimble little snake, gentle, with a certain purpose, delicately outlining the contours and lines of the knife's lip flap one by one, and each stroke, stimulating the knife's nerves.

Soon, he turned back to the passive and took advantage of the situation to explore the wet, constantly attacking the city.

The other big hand reached into her trench coat, slid into her smooth back, and caressed every bone and every inch of her skin.

Ding Lan's breathing became more and more rapid, and he only felt that there was a wet and numb itch, which spread in his body, and he wanted to scratch it, but he couldn't scratch it, and it couldn't be relieved at all.

Feeling the hard desire that gradually rose between his legs, Ding Lan's eyes tightened, and he directly pulled open the bottom of his skirt, pulled the thong aside, and pulled it away from the lip of the knife and brought it to his ear.

The low and hoarse voice, like ice cubes about to melt, with tiny particles, rubbed against the knife's eardrums little by little, eroding his reason and nerves.

The scorching breath full of lust sprayed on the knife's ears, word by word:

"Don't wait! In! ”

After speaking, without waiting for the knife to respond, he opened his lips and gently held the knife's earlobe, the knife's body stiffened, only felt a pair of small hands, and pulled his belt a little irritably, took off the zipper, revealing firmness.

She really didn't have any foreshadowing, she really didn't wait, she just sank like that.

The sudden fullness and swelling pain made Ding Lan involuntarily stiffen and raise his head, with a pair of deep black eyes, empty but satisfied.

Ding Lan opened her mouth wide, like a stranded fish, but she forgot to breathe, and for several seconds, she couldn't speak.

Neither of them spoke, nor did they move, they were just adjusting to each other's suddenness, to each other's bodies.

When you enter me, I know how well our bodies fit together!

Ding Lan murmured silently in his heart, and his waist like a water snake began to go up and down, swinging gently and rhythmically, the amplitude became larger and larger, and the strength became heavier and heavier.

The knife's long and charming eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark pupils were full of Ding Lan's intoxicated expression, which made people fascinated.

However, her eyes ......

Intuition told the knife that Ding Lan was like this, which was a little unusual. He felt that Ding Lan seemed to have something to say.

"Ding Lan, you ......"

The knife was about to ask, but after only a few words, the rest of the words were swallowed up in a hot kiss.

Ding Lan's body was swinging, bewitching like a goblin, but it made Xiaodao unable to stay awake at all. He even felt that if he let himself die here at this moment, he would have no regrets.

After a moment, the hot kiss paused, and the knife tightly wrapped his hands around Ding Lan's back, blocking between her and the steering wheel, carefully afraid that she would bump into it. And the lips and teeth came to her white neck.

Because of the movement, Ding Lan's neckline was straight and hard, and the knife seemed to be able to see the vigorous beating of the artery inside and the rushing of blood.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently traced the lines of the arteries, and his teeth instantly gritted down.

The numbness and itching pain did not make Ding Lan feel uncomfortable, and even excessive pleasure. Even if Knife is a vampire at the moment and wants to bite her throat, she is willing.

The movements under her body never stopped for a moment, and the friction of flesh and blood made Ding Lan's heart more and more fascinating, and her reason gradually lost, as if she was like a small boat floating on the sea. Constantly being pushed into the air by wave after wave.

"Ahh

The intoxicating moans finally broke through his throat, and at this moment, Ding Lan didn't want to be suppressed anymore, he just wanted to vent to his heart's content.

And this sound, like an invisible hand, instantly grabbed the heart of the knife.

Xiao Dao felt that Ding Lan was like a lighthouse emitting a strange light on the sea in the dark night, and he was a ship whose hull had long since sunk into the sea, leaving only the sail mast and the dying struggling.

Even if it is about to be submerged, it still yearns for that light.

I'd rather sink than wake up!

……

Afterwards, Ding Lan sat in the co-pilot's seat, the knife sat in the stand, the two smoked silently, the smoke filled the small space in the car, and the slightly bitter taste of nicotine was like poison, deep into the bone marrow.

The knife's eyes like night wolves became blurred in the smoke, like a bottomless abyss.

After taking a few puffs, the knife suddenly shook off the cigarette butt, turned his head irritably, stared at Ding Lan for a moment, and paused word by word:

"Have something to tell me?"

His voice was like a thin layer of sandpaper covering his throat, with particles, clearly sharpening Ding Lan's eardrums and nerves.

Ding Lan's heart froze, but her eyes became much colder at the moment, but the emotion on her face did not completely fade.

She didn't look at the knife, but slowly opened her lips, not painful or itchy, as if she was saying something inconsequential:

"Knife, we're here!"

Ten words, ten sharp swords, quenched with severe poison, mercilessly, all at once, all inserted into the heart of the knife, dark red blood suddenly flowed down his heart, slowly flowing down, soaking his sight, a piece of scarlet.

Xiaodao's eyes tightened, and the breath around his body suddenly seemed to be able to freeze the air, and it was cold and breathtaking.

Ding Lan felt it, but she didn't turn her head, because at this moment, she also needed to adjust the large hollow that suddenly grew in her heart.

She knew it would be like this!

Simply, she noticed it early and reined in the precipice in time, which would not have much impact on him or her.

Speaking of which, between him and her, it is only based on sex. In addition to these, Ding Lan didn't seem to think of anything deeper.

Of course, the man's eyes, and every word she said when she stared at her in a fit of rage, seemed to be like a spell, lingering in her ears and in front of her eyes.

Pocket Knife is really angry!

Once, this woman drew a line with him, yes!

Twice, he can also not care!

Three times, four times......

The knife suddenly hooked the corners of his lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, but he looked bloodthirsty.

The knife raised his hand, stretched out his fingers and pinched Ding Lan's jaw, he had no pity, only almost venting force, and faced himself with Ding Lan's face stiffly.

This face, these eyes, is poison!

After settling down, the knife slowly spoke, but his voice had become cold, without a trace of emotion:

"Ding Lan, why do you think that I will put my self-esteem under you and let you trample on it again and again?"

Ding Lan smiled, she had never thought of it like this!

This man will always be on top, let her voluntarily sink and bow down!

But her world was already muddy and dark, and no matter how many hands stretched out of the light, they couldn't redeem her!

Therefore, she just laughs, it doesn't matter if she laughs, but she is inevitably desolate and pathetic!