Waking up in a daze, the room was still very dark, Wang Xiaoming moved his neck, and the first thing he felt was that Wen Xiang was embracing nephrite. Wang Xiaoming is not surprised, after living with Xiaomei in his previous life, he wakes up every morning with this feeling. He habitually stretched out the claws of Lushan, scratched them a few times, and said incoherently: "Xiaomei, you are better developed than before......"

The palm of the hand is soft and Q, in terms of volume, one hand can't cover it, Xiaomei seems to be a little smaller than this. Wang Xiaoming pulled out his hand, feeling that her little obscene clothes were short and tight, the key was still very slippery, slippery like silk, of course, the inside of the small profane clothes was vacuum, so, stroking ^ on the surface, there were two hard little beans, fingers twisted lightly, they would be recessed, and when they were released, they bounced back to their original shape, which was quite fun, so he pinched and put it down, and played several more times.

"Brother Xiao Ming, you, hurt me......"

A trembling voice sounded in his ears, but the owner of this voice was not the well-known Sun Xiaomei, but someone else.

Wang Xiaoming was still in a dream, joking, how could there be other girls in his bed, his hand reached into the little obscene clothes again, and he couldn't put it down^ playing with two extraordinarily big balls.

His movements were louder and more rude than before, but instead of hearing the protests, a soft, fiery body clung to him, as if to merge into his body and become a part of his body.

Tired of playing, Wang Xiaoming took the opportunity to sleep again, and when he woke up again, the bright light outside the window spilled through the curtains and sprinkled the entire room.

There is a faint fragrance of virginity left on the pillow, but Wang Xiaoming is the only one on a big bed, Xiaomei probably went out for a morning run.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming was much more sober, he shook his head, vaguely remembered that he had heard Hong Jingjing calling him Brother Xiao Ming in a hazy way, he couldn't help laughing at himself, it must be the sequelae after seeing the ice silk sailor suit in the game, and he always fantasized about Hong Jingjing wearing it and lying beside him. Having said that, after thinking too much, it was inevitable that he would be a little embarrassed when facing Hong Jingjing, and he secretly reminded himself that this was just a somewhat fragrant dream^, and God knew that only he knew that the negative emotions of embarrassment and embarrassment were completely unnecessary.

After washing up and changing into a sportswear, he came downstairs and first smelled the aroma of millet porridge.

"Wow, it smells so good." When Wang Xiaoming came to the kitchen, he was startled, it was not Sun Xiaomei in the kitchen, but Hong Jingjing was beating eggs with a whisk.

"Ah, Brother Xiaoming......"

As soon as Hong Jingjing saw Wang Xiaoming walk in, her face suddenly turned red with shame, and she quickly turned around, turned her back to Wang Xiaoming, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaomei, go out to buy fritters...... Brother Xiao Ming, wait a minute, I'll finish scrambling a pot of scrambled eggs with shallots, and you can eat breakfast......"

"Good, good ......"

Wang Xiaoming also stuttered a little when he spoke, Hong Jingjing was still wearing a sailor suit, but it was not the same category as what he saw yesterday and what he saw earlier, what she was wearing now was clearly transparent, short and tight, of course, the most important thing was that through the transparent sailor suit, he didn't see Hong Jingjing's shoulder suspenders.

"Jingjing, you ......"

"Brother Xiao Ming, you help me cut some green onions, and I'll go upstairs to change my clothes......"

Hong Jingjing covered her face, buried her head and rushed past Wang Xiaoming, and ran upstairs with a "kick and kick".

This time, Wang Xiaoming saw clearly, Hong Jingjing was really in a vacuum, and the two big balls, the volume and shape, were very similar to those in his "dream".

"What a pig, Jingjing was clamoring to sleep with Xiaomei last night, why did I forget this stubble......" Wang Xiaoming was worried in his heart, what he was most afraid of now was getting up in a daze in the morning and touching Hong Jingjing's bed, this kind of thing is really too bastard...... But on the other hand, if he didn't touch it, it was Jingjing who touched his bed - but how could that be.

Well, when he was upstairs, Wang Xiaoming was still imagining, he must not be embarrassed when he saw Hong Jingjing, the more embarrassed you are, the more you seem to have a ghost in your heart, and you are suspected of wanting to cover up, now it's okay, you can't be embarrassed to death when you meet again.

Taking advantage of Hong Jingjing's upstairs to change clothes, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly ran out of the house and took a few breaths of fresh air outside, however, his mind was still a mess, and he didn't know how to face Hong Jingjing, let alone how to face Sun Xiaomei.

Running to the gate of the community, I happened to see Sun Xiaomei parked a shared bicycle on the side of the road, holding a paper bag in her hand, and the paper bag was filled with fritters.

Sun Xiaomei came over, took Wang Xiaoming's hand and walked back, and asked him by the way, if he slept well and if it was fragrant. Wang Xiaoming replied casually, "It's okay", but what he didn't expect was that Sun Xiaomei asked very strangely: "Is it just okay?" ”

Wang Xiaoming pretended to be free and easy and said: "That's it, can you sleep and find that the wooden bed has become made of gold?" ”

"This dead Jingjing, I'm blind and I bought her such a sexy ice silk sailor shirt, and I swore last night that I dare to wear it for you......" Sun Xiaomei looked indignant, as if Hong Jingjing could swallow her alive standing in front of her.

"Puff ......"

"Wow, Brother Xiao Ming, you have a nosebleed......"

Wang Xiaoming reached out to wipe it, but there was no nosebleed. Seeing this, Sun Xiaomei leaned forward and leaned back happily, almost falling to the ground with the paper bag containing fritters in her hand.

"Xiaomei, are you and Jingjing hiding something from me?"

"Don't tell you ......"

Sun Xiaomei ran fast, turned around and smiled as she ran, "Brother Xiao Ming, come and chase me." ”

Wang Xiaoming was a little stunned, was the ice silk sailor shirt really bought by Sun Xiaomei for Hong Jingjing and encouraged her to wear it to him? At the moment, his mood is very complicated, it stands to reason that there should be a sense of joy, the problem is, he is really not happy, maybe it is a bit bad to be hidden.

Silently walked home, pushed the door into the house, and heard Sun Xiaomei and Hong Jingjing talking and laughing, the place where they were talking was in the kitchen, Wang Xiaoming had no intention of eavesdropping, but, vaguely, he heard Sun Xiaomei constantly asking Hong Jingjing, Brother Xiao Ming did not praise the good clothes, which made his curiosity hooked up all of a sudden, to be honest, in the darkest time before dawn, he was half-asleep and half-awake, and he also wanted to know from other people's perspectives whether he had done something very out of the ordinary.

tiptoeing outside the kitchen, the sound of the whisk stirring sounded from time to time, and among them, what Sun Xiaomei said was more like a poisonous snake tempting Hong Jingjing to steal the forbidden fruit, she said with a lot of words: "Jingjing, Jingjing, I have created such good conditions for you, you haven't even been able to catch it, I'm really weird, do you look like a pig's head?" ”