"If you do this again, I'll shout, in front of so many servants, don't let everyone get off the stage."

Zhang Ruolei didn't say a word, strode to the door, walked to the door in a few steps, opened the door, the lights outside were bright, I saw him walk out of the door, standing at the door, his hands circled into a microphone, and shouted loudly to the outside: "Someone!" Someone! Is there anybody? Get out of here! ”

There was an empty echo in the empty hallway, and he clapped his hands, and the echo was loud, and he immediately opened his hands towards me, "Look, there is no one." You don't know yet, I have arranged for them to disappear from this house en masse in the afternoon, including my dad and my mom, don't believe you to come and see! ”

He made a gesture of invitation, and I felt that this was a rare opportunity, and I did not believe that he could evacuate so many people up and down the room in such a short time. What's more, there are still those two old people who are not too normal.

Zhang Ruolei found a pair of women's pajama pants out of nowhere and told me to change them, I reached out and took it, and noticed that the logo of the pajama pants had not been cut, but I still hesitated.

Zhang Ruolei said that she never wore the excess I bought for my mother.

I turned my back and put on my pajama pants, and Zhang Ruolei said, "You really don't believe it, come on, I'll take you to visit." ”

I half-believingly walked towards the door, the hallway was silent, our footsteps were soft, but some slight echoes still echoed in my ears. Every time he passed by a room, Zhang Ruolei would push the door open with great fanfare, and then shout in a savage and rough voice: "Hey, is anyone here?" ”

Every room echoed him with the same empty echo, and he smiled at me every time he met such a response.

I hated his smiling face, and I really wanted to slap him on the wall with the sole of my shoe, but I couldn't pick it out. But after weighing it, I decided to look for the right opportunity to escape.

The old house of the Zhang family is a building that is not too old, there are three floors, the pattern of each floor is almost the same, the only building is a collection of guests, restaurants, and kitchens, and the most people usually come and go.

Zhang Ruolei has taken me to the top floor---- the third floor, this old mansion is the most prosperous and glorious owner, the third floor is actually the most used place------ a huge office, which should be gold silk nanmu office furniture, large floor-to-ceiling windows, sapphire blue with gold-edged velvet long curtains are pulled tightly, and huge tassels of water pour down.

"See?"

After walking to the last room on the third floor, Zhang Ruolei spread his hands towards me.

"Didn't I lie to you? There really is no one. ”

He walked towards me, and the great crystal lamp hung down the dazzling lamppost over his head, and I saw the light in his eyes that was shining in a disorderly and proportionate manner.

I felt a little uneasy, like a lizard that came out to forage in the starry night of unknown danger, spitting out the tip of its forked tongue that could not be distinguished, and swallowing at the prey that I had been spying on for a long time.

I slowly backed away, and he pressed forward. Inch by inch, the light lengthened the night, but it shortened the distance between me and him.

His voice was hoarse, "Plum," he grunted as he seemed to swallow something silently.

"Plums."

He walked towards me, and I slowly stepped back step by step, the soft-soled silk slippers rubbing against the marble floor, making a rhythmic rustling sound.

"Plums."

He reached out, and I took a step back, and found myself with my back against the mahogany staircase railing, the hard wood hurting my lumbosacral area. I instinctively put my arms on the stairs with my backhand.

He stretched out his arms to me, and I couldn't avoid it, and the next second the whole person fell into his arms. The embrace that I used to be very attached to and greedy for, the embrace that I once regarded as my lifelong dependence and lingering.

Tears flowed down the corners of my eyes, and I didn't know if it was fear or pain.

I wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do to me, and sometimes I couldn't find the answer to love and hate in this man's eyes. I put my arms around his waist aimlessly, and he rubbed his cheek back and forth against my face.

I quickly devised a solution: What should I do? Hold him by the waist and throw him down the spiral staircase on the third floor? Push him away and run down? Otherwise----- false and wronged?

I couldn't make up my mind, and my heart was beating wildly.

"You love to shout."

His lips puffed on my ear, and the tingling and itchy sensation tickled at my heart, and I sighed softly and craned my neck to meet him. There are thousands of desires in my heart, and one after another fragrant scenes float in front of my eyes.

"There's no one in the house now."

His wet, soft tongue swept over my skin like a tide.

I couldn't help but sigh softly, and the moan was like a trumpet, blowing the same full, overflowing hope in his body as I did.

I knew I had to control myself, but my body was so honest. I don't think that to this day, either I have not forgotten his feelings, or I have become obscene.

I tried to push him and pull myself out of his hot and high enthusiasm. But he didn't comply, his arms tightened even tighter, and I almost suffocated in his arms, out of breath. Like a fish in the dry sky, I crammed my neck and gulped the air greedily in the stairwell on the third floor.

"Plum!"

He muttered.

"Call me?"

"Love me?"

"Isn't it wrong?"

Nothing is known.

"Do you want me?"

I heard hot love words flowing silently in my heart.

“fuckme!” Blurt out.

Somewhere in the body is desperately hungry and thirsty, dry to death, and wet to death. Everything is getting unreal, everything is going to be a mess. His hands were like tongs, and wherever he went, he burned and burned a large patch, and burned everything to the ground. He reached out and put his hand on my chest, and scalded it so soft and soft that my whole body was soft into a noodle and twisted in his arms in the most amorous way.

His fiery fingers were as dexterous as snakes and swam down.

"It's all wet."

He said.

"Nope."

I closed my eyes slightly, and I knew I wasn't fighting his teasing, I was just fighting my own desires

Chinese chess.

I know.

I know.

He was familiar with the road, and the hot and humid liquid between his legs was slippery and sticky.

"I've got it all right now. You miss me. You can't live without me. ”

He seems to be going to swallow me. And the worst thing is that I want him to eat me alive, and now he swallows me.

I don't know when my clothes hit the ground, the light hit my smooth body, and the two white flesh entangled themselves in the air, like snakes about to cross their tails.

"Uh-huh......." I said with the most subtle aria in my throat, and I stretched out my hand as if begging for someone's salvation.

Yes, there is another me in my body, who is longing to be fiercely possessed, plundered, trampled on.

I couldn't help but moan again.

Oh my God, he knows me so well, and I am like that, and there is no way to refuse the desire and pleasure that comes from the deepest part of my body that I am ashamed to speak.

The silk pajama pants fell to the ground, as if something gently lifted one of my feet, one ankle quickly broke free from the silk trouser leg, and then another.

"Hot." I opened my lips lightly, and there was a fire burning in my heart, which made me really unbearable.

His hand reached into the waist of my panties, down, an inch, and an inch, and then there was no boundary. I felt his huge powerful and hot body surging somewhere, and it just slammed me out loud before I could get it.

Am I scared?

Or do you miss it too much?

Little by little, consciousness is blurred.

The only remaining reason in the body is also surrendering to desire.

That shouldn't be me. I should have tried to restrain myself and struggle.

But I didn't.

I hugged him.

He hugged me.

The moment they touched, they both felt that the whole world had become a ball of fire, and they wanted to scald each other's desires into boiling water, which was bubbling with pleasure.

Extinguished.

I tilted my head slightly.

The world began to become lonely and silent, longing, gnawing at my body like ants.

Can't say yes.

I said to myself, I warned myself again and again.

But my body was just disobedient, and something was flooding out of my body. I grabbed him by the neck, my nails digging deep into his flesh.

I opened my eyes and saw his hair ruffled by me, his face almost trembling with panic, and his eyes like a bull in heat.

There are no grievances and hatreds, and people should be so simple that they are only controlled by desires.

If you meet, you will come, and if you don't, you will disperse.

I thought sadly.

His bronzed bulging biceps gently lifted my smooth legs with a single force, and my entire calf crossed his waist as soon as I forced.

"Where to go? You said. ”

He looked at me, his lips burning every inch of my skin as if they were on fire.

I responded, like a fish that suddenly found water, like a traveler who has been wrapped in hunger for a long time and suddenly finds delicious food, like a screw to find the hole that suits him best, and desperately burrows into it.

I heard my own dream-like voice, echoing throughout the empty outline of the Zhang family's old house.

He hugged me, belt

There was some kind of male sign, ambiguous, red-hot soldering iron-like thing that fit snugly somewhere in my body.

"Give it to me!"

I finally couldn't resist asking for it.

"Give it to me! Over here. ”

I closed my eyes, not knowing whether I was ashamed to face such a self, or ashamed to face such an unbearable and obscene scene.

Everything is important and unimportant.

His beastly teeth bit into my skin, and I was in pain, and one leg fell to the ground, and he backhanded my naked, untouched back against the stairs, and the pattern of the stairs carved into my back, which made me ache, but was quickly overwhelmed by the waves of happiness that came from my body.

I closed my eyes in despair, sadness, and joy.

Again and again, in the fishy sweet air on the third floor were two bodies entangled like beasts. Lights spill like golden sand overhead, and desire is endlessly extended.

I've been trying to convince myself that for him, there is only lust and no affection.

At that time, I didn't know that women can't talk about lust without love, and no matter how strong their desires are, they have to talk about the object.

(End of chapter)