The Thousand Hands Butterfly walked a section before and after patrolling the roadbed, and was more convinced of his observation, this road was originally wide, and someone deliberately dug it narrow, not only to destroy the road surface, but even the roadbed was dug up with a small excavator, although the seaside weathering was severe, and in some places you can still see the dents bitten by the iron teeth of the excavator.

The road around the island has no name and is not included in the government's public road system, but it is not a private road for any villa.

The people who live on the island are either rich or expensive, and it is not too difficult to collude with any of them, and then go to the road management to find a responsible person to have a meal, and this road can be closed off and become a private road for the residents of the peninsula.

Cut the road narrow, most vehicles will not work, but your own luxury car will not work.

It's not a very wise decision.

However, in any case, the fundamental purpose of destroying the road is to monopolize the scenery, or to make the place more quiet, and disturb the leisurely life of the upper class.

Is it for that woman? I didn't want too many cars to come in and see her abnormal, almost insane behavior.

It's not that there is no possibility, if the road is wide, there will inevitably be night vehicles driving by, if it is seen by people who are doing good things, photographed, and posted on the Internet, it will cause a lot of public opinion.

Those who are extremely rich, and the least favorite is their own daughter-in-law, which has become the focus of public opinion, especially this kind of behavior that is not normal after all.

Thousand-handed butterfly got into the car and was glad that she had driven a MINI car.

The vehicle continues to move forward, the road around the island is suppressed by the dense trees on the shore, only the vast bay on the left can be seen, the buildings on the island can not even see a roof, only occasionally passing by a few intersections, erecting "private roads, standing prohibited" signs, slogans written in Japanese, Chinese, English three languages, through the thick iron signs, you can see the manor owner's proud face.

When I first saw it, I thought it was a hallucination.

Thousand-armed butterfly stepped on the brakes and clearly saw a woman waving at her in the rearview mirror.

Are you a tourist coming to the beach? The man wore a voluminous floral skirt, a beach straw hat, and a pair of sunglasses that almost covered half of his face.

Thousand-Handed Butterfly poked her head out of the car window and smiled at the other.

The woman's figure was so good, and Senju continued to drive, wondering as she didn't just like men, she had also found pleasure in some women—the skin on those arms and chest was so white that you could feel the almost transparent jelly-like skin from afar.

The path meandered along the embankment, and when I turned a corner, I saw the slender figure of the woman, her white arms and legs bathed in sunlight and exuding a jade-like sheen.

Only then did the Thousand Hands Butterfly realize that this was the woman under the lighthouse last night.

When I got closer, I was confused by the colorful clothes and fashionable dress, but I didn't expect that from a distance, I could see a little bit of the loneliness of last night from the distant figure, that is, the woman who was wandering alone.

The road was wider, but it wasn't enough to make a U-turn.

I really don't understand, although the residents on this island are not as dense as the civilian area and the urban area, there will always be a chance encounter, I really don't know what will happen to the two cars taking a hedge?

Muttering, the Thousand Hands Butterfly got out of the car and ran back to the curve that had jutted outward—it stretched so far out into the sea that you could see almost the entire coast and the road after stepping over the railing.

The woman was no longer there, and it was impossible for her to walk at the speed of her walk to the lighthouse, so she must have returned to some private road that was "forbidden". She went back.

When she was at the lighthouse just now, she must have been watching from behind a certain window, and her every move was watched by her. Especially when I circled the lighthouse, I was completely following her example.

She must have seen that she had been there because of her, so she had come to say hello.

The sun came from the sea just now, and it shone on the window all the time, and from the lighthouse, I couldn't see the situation in the window at all, and I didn't find her.

I don't know which private road she has returned to, but at least I can be sure that she is okay, and I finally have some comfort.

Butterfly returned to the car a little unwillingly, stepped on the accelerator, and drove quickly towards the highway.

Just at the intersection of Huandao Road into the main road, there is a sign that reads "Off-highway section, one-way driving," a huge arrow pointing behind the Thousand Hands Butterfly.

"Bastard, I've been going backwards just now."

Senjudie took out his mobile phone and bought a Shinkansen ticket to Tokyo through a voice assistant. She didn't want to go to the Metropolitan Police Department, because she was busy on business trips for several days in a row, and she had every reason to give herself a vacation.

She couldn't hold back her longing for that man, she felt that she needed him, not only for the pleasure of the flesh, but also for some kind of throbbing from the depths of her heart, like a tree needs a piece of land, a river.

She touched her face, which was a little hot. She coughed dryly, as if there was a homeroom teacher or counselor in the car, watching her.

Thirty minutes later, Senjudie stepped on a Shinkansen bound for Minato-ku, Tokyo, where Shin-Roppongi, a bustling modern tourist destination, and Azabu, where she herself lives in the upscale residential area of Azabu.

At this point in time, it has passed the morning rush hour, and there are not many people on the bus.

Qianshou hung her coat on the hook of the window, put her bag away, and lay down in a comfortable chair, she crossed her legs, and was about to go back to sleep, because of work and the woman, she didn't feel it in the morning, and now she felt a slight pain in her head, and the trouble of hangover had not completely faded.

"Miss, are you uncomfortable?" A nice male voice came into my ears.

If it was in the past, when she encountered such a handsome voice, she must have made a good teaser, but when she was about to speak, she changed her tone: "Thank you, it's okay." ”

Thousand-Hand Butterfly coped politely, and she herself was a little surprised, oops, she remembered that the man was here again.

The Thousand Hands Butterfly turned her face away, burying her face in her clothes. Looks like it's time to face up to how you feel about that man - bastard, it looks like you're in love.

The man touched a bottle of something to her hand, it was warm, and the thousand hands butterfly glanced at it, it was a bottle of milk, and it was still warm.

The little handsome guy is on the offensive again.

"I'm sorry, I brought my own water."

In order to make the other party completely dead, Thousand Hands Butterfly took out the portable water cup in his bag and shook it in front of the man.

Now I see clearly, he's really a handsome guy, but he's not attractive enough, just a cream boy.

"What? Did you come to me just to reject me? ”

The man did not give up and continued to entangle.