Butterfly smiled dryly, raised her head, and pretended to be free and easy: Okay, I've seen it too, it's okay here, cough cough, that's it, I'm leaving. You're busy. Ahem.

The butterfly was just about to turn around and slip away, but the diving bird took a step closer, grabbed the butterfly's wrist, and said in a low voice: Since you are here, why don't you go up and sit? Endless landlord friendship?

At this time, it was almost twilight, and the people around the community gradually increased. Watching the excitement is really the pleasure and elegance of modern people to pass the boredom of daily life, if it is sent to the door, basically no one will refuse.

The man and the woman were standing downstairs, which had attracted some restless eyes, and the old people who lived in the same building were already full of food and idle, and they were even more panicked, and they actually pretended to look at the sparse flowers downstairs, and they really secretly glanced at the two of them.

I saw the men, the women, the women, and the men, and I saw it very cheerfully, like taking a big tonic in one day, which was enough to aphrodisiac.

For them, "sex" is nothing, but the interest in "sex" is still hidden in the bottom of their hearts.

The butterfly seems to have two nails under its feet, and the iron is nailed there and does not move.

The diving bird couldn't move, and he couldn't help but secretly exert some force in his hand. The two looked at each other silently, and they were secretly competing for concentration.

Suddenly, the diving bird whispered in the butterfly's ear: Someone is watching.

The butterfly actually found out that the shriveled old man who was almost a mummy was standing in front of the flowers and plants downstairs, looking at the decaying autumn grass in front of him with a fake look, but with a pair of small eyes that did not slip away, he peeked at them in a flash, indescribably obscene.

When the butterfly glared at him fiercely, he panicked and "snapped" that the bag he was carrying fell to the ground, he swallowed his saliva and tried to bend down to pick it up, and the trembling appearance seemed to break like a dry branch at any moment.

is so old and old, but it is still full of enthusiasm. The butterfly couldn't help but sigh for it, which shows the suffering of human nature.

The butterfly loosened.

The diving bird pulled the butterfly and walked into the building silently.

The diving bird's home is on the top floor, a small living room, one large and one small, in fact, the large room is not big, there is a bed, and a computer desk. The small room was facing north, empty, and full of daily necessities for the diving birds, as well as equipment for computers.

His room has the same thing as the butterfly's room: empty.

Originally, he didn't have anything when he moved over, and the house was empty, so he simply bought a washing machine, a bed, and a wardrobe, and didn't need anything else for the time being, so he didn't buy it.

When the diving bird entered the building, it let go of the butterfly's hand, and walked in front of it alone, and the butterfly followed behind with its head down, not knowing what it felt like.

When he stopped to open the door, the butterfly almost hit it without paying attention.

The diving bird was speechless, and the butterfly bared its teeth and grinned.

Opening the door, the butterfly glanced quickly, the room was still clean, and the heart was slightly satisfied.

The diving bird took off his shoes and entered the house, looked at the butterfly standing at the door in a daze, and said with a smile: You plan to stand like this all the time?

He looked at the shoe rack and couldn't find the second pair of slippers, he was also stunned, and then quietly took off his slippers, gave them to the butterfly, and took another pair of summer plastic slippers to wear on his feet.

The slippers were so large that they were worn on the feet of butterflies, swaying back and forth, and when they walked, their toes were very disobediently squeezed forward, and when they were standing, their feet automatically moved back.

The butterfly was amused as she wondered how to control the slippers, which were so ill-fitting that they would fall off her feet with a quick step.

The floor was also slippery, and in order to control the stubborn slippers, she had to put her feet on her feet, squeaked on the floor, and almost flew her shoes several times.

But the diving bird goes back and forth, light like a swallow. Suddenly, he didn't pay attention, he came behind the butterfly like a shadow, stretched out a pair of shadowless hands, and hugged the half-stable butterfly.

Butterfly's whole mind was on the slippers, and he really didn't expect it at all, just when he entered the door, he was so fast, so neat, so unexpected, and suddenly this hand came, and he didn't ease his mind for a while, just sighed softly.

The diving bird was obviously afraid that the butterfly would work hard to break free, so this time he put out full force to hold the butterfly tightly and couldn't move at all.

His suffocating hug made the butterfly almost breathless.

She was originally focused on her feet, but now she was attacked by Leng Buding, and her whole mind ran away, and she couldn't control her feet, and the whole person began to lose control and fall forward.

Fortunately, there is a wall in front of me, and I slipped two feet and was naturally kindly caught by the wall.

It was almost instantaneous, as if she was saving herself, she subconsciously stretched out her hands and pressed against the wall, feeling that the diving bird had turned in front of her, and twisted her over and pressed against the wall. It was lightning fast, and she didn't even realize that he was so agile, which was really impressive.

In order to control his body from falling, the butterfly held his hands on the wall, and the diving bird just hugged the butterfly and pasted it unceremoniously.

The butterfly felt a pair of soft lips, cold, trembling slightly, a little hesitant, but determined. There may have been some hesitation before, but once it touched the lips of a butterfly, it was as smooth as a fish in water.

The butterfly's quiet and inactive life did make her break a lot of thoughts, but it was just a seemingly sleeping volcano, which was suppressed. Now that can eat this hug, a pressure and a kiss.

Suddenly, the butterfly felt its qi and blood surge, and the whole person turned over the river and the sea, and she couldn't control herself from vomiting.

She pushed the diving bird hard, trembling and saying, "I, I'm going to throw up." Let go, me.

Where are diving birds willing to let go? A pair of fiery red eyes, staring at her eyes tightly, after so many years, he finally came to this point, he didn't know how much courage he spent, how many sleepless nights he had survived, although he didn't move, but his hand was still a little loose, and asked with concern: What's wrong with you? Under the weather?

The butterfly freed up her hand, covered her stomach, gasped and said: I feel like I want to vomit.

The diving bird does not know whether the butterfly is real or false, and says: how can it want to vomit? Is it better now?

The butterfly snorted in her nose, she knew very well what was going on with herself, but, how could this, this explain to him? Just whispered: You are loose, let me sit for a while

It was the first time that the diving bird had come into contact with a butterfly so closely, and he reluctantly stepped back, and looked at the look on the butterfly's face without blinking, and saw that she was indeed very uncomfortable, and believed it.