(Women are like flowers, and if there is no man's fountain to water them, they will be haggard; A man is like a tree, and if he lacks the dew of a woman to nourish him, his body will surely wither. )

Ying Biao admired Leng Qiongyan's beauty, reveled in Leng Qiongyan's warmth, and couldn't distinguish between the south, south, north, west, and middle. He couldn't help but hold Leng Qiongyan's face with both hands, and praised him sincerely: "Boss, you are so beautiful!" ”

"I love it when you call my name." Leng Qiongyan said softly.

"Qiong Yan, help me go to bed and lie down!" Ying Biao asked.

Will he have any further requests? If so, should I accept it? Leng Qiongyan thought that she was a married woman, and that doing so would inevitably contradict the moral norms that had been and will continue to be in force. But in the face of the physical and mental needs of both parties, she couldn't find a reason to refuse. She doesn't want to live for society, she's not so great. When marriage was a cage for her, she didn't want to be a prisoner of ethics. She just wants to live this life normally, and she doesn't want to measure the value of her life by the behavior of others. She only hopes that society will respect her simple and simple way of living; I only hope that the whole society can show respect for the basic and natural way of life of others.

"Well, I'll help you." She agreed to Ying Biao.

Leng Qiongyan picked up the pants that had not been changed on the table, helped Ying Biao into the room and let him lie flat on the bed, and then turned off all the lights outside and came in.

Women are like flowers, and if there is no man's fountain to water them, they will inevitably be haggard; A man is like a tree, and if he lacks the dew of a woman to nourish him, his body will surely wither. Spring ploughing did not go home for more than ten days, and Leng Qiongyan was already hungry and thirsty. She liked the man in front of her and wanted to be one with him. She also considered that if this kind of thing was discovered by her husband, the consequences would be unimaginable. But the theory is two-way, each holding on to one word, you can pick up flowers and grass in the spring, why can't I Leng Qiongyan go out of the wall?

If a person wants to do something, he always wants to find a reason to convince himself to do it, which is essentially questioning the rationality of doing it in disguise.

Leng Qiongyan took the quilt and covered Ying Biao, and then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze with the ambivalence of thirst and fear.

"Qiong Yan, I think," Ying Biao has been emotionally stimulated by Ying Maid in the Red Leaf Hotel, and the body cells in an activated state are like sparks flying over them, and they are urgently looking for an opportunity to burn. He took Leng Qiongyan's hand and pulled it towards him. Leng Qiongyan symbolically hesitated, making the process of Ying Biao's traction a little reluctant, and in this way, a veil of reserve was cast over the imminent debauchery. And in real life, how many people can see that the reserve they have been pursuing is just a veil? Even if it can be seen, how many people are willing to admit it?

The two kissed passionately, and the dry wood was thrown into the stove. Ying Biao has experienced the edification of tempering his will, and his whole body is like a loaf of bread stuffed in the oven, constantly fermenting and expanding. Leng Qiongyan controls the handle steadily, like an experienced driver, holding the gear lever tightly, climbing hills, and constantly changing gears. After more than an hour of climbing, the summit was finally reached.

Twin streams overflow. Avian wetlands.

Due to Ying Biao's impaired mobility, Leng Qiongyan has been playing the leading role in the process of making out with him, which has made her reap happiness that she has never had. She cherishes this joy and pursues it. She secretly said to herself: "For such happiness, I can live or die regardless of life." ”

Ying Biao fell asleep contentedly after enjoying enough blessings, and was woken up by Leng Qiongyan at about five o'clock in the morning.

"Brother Biao, are your legs better?" Leng Qiongyan sat up sideways and swept Ying Biao's nose with the tips of her hair.

Ying Biao tried to shrink his left foot, "It's much better." ”

"Why don't you put on my husband's pants and ride my motorcycle back first. I only delivered my pants in the afternoon. Leng Qiongyan kissed Ying Biao's forehead and continued: "There is a lot of water in the village, so let's avoid suspicion." I'll go to Xiao Bingheng in the afternoon to get some gas and add it to your car. ”

"I'm sleeping here, who am I afraid of?" Ying Biao seemed reluctant to go, and he lost his temper.

"Brother Biao, if you really love Qiongyan, be obedient. Hold on and go home first. Leng Qiongyan said affectionately: "As long as it's convenient, I'll give it whenever you want." ”

"I want it now." Ying Biao said unrelentingly.

"That's good, but quickly," Leng Qiongyan got up.

Ying Biao Ye flute blows horizontally, the lips open the palace, and the tongue probes.

Soon she was pouring out of sweet springs, and the jade liquid was flowing sideways.

Considering the time relationship, Leng Qiongyan did not let Yin Biao continue to perform ventriloquism and ran to the theme. After a nervous staggering, Ying Biao finally erupted. Leng Qiongyan with the joy of success, returned a triumphant smile to Ying Biao. Gasp. He said with a sigh: "Brother Biao, it's not early, I don't dare to ask for it." You can make it up to me next time! ”

"Hmm." Ying Biao nodded in agreement, looking quite satisfied.

Leng Qiongyan cleared the scene sloppily, and after putting it on, she changed Ying Biao's pants and helped him out of bed, "Brother Biao, take your blood pants and throw them outside." I remember bringing my husband's pants over in the afternoon. She opened the storage box, picked up two bloody pants from the ground and put them in to cover them, and then gave the motorcycle key to Ying Biao, "You are now an injured person, pay attention to rest." ”

"Qiong Yan, I don't need you to pay back my money." Ying Biao limped and rode Leng Qiongyan's women's motorcycle.

"Brother Biao, what are you talking about? Who am I? Leng Qiongyan's face was flushed, and she asked angrily.

"Qiong Yan, I didn't mean that, you believe in me, I am really good to you." Ying Biao started the motorcycle and pouted at Leng Qiongyan, "Open the door!" ”

Leng Qiongyan calmed down, opened the door and watched Ying Biao leave. Of course, she believes in Ying Biao's honesty, but she is still inevitably depressed in her heart, why do men have to tie women and money together? Is it comparing values or implying transactions? She couldn't find an answer.