She was wearing a mask and couldn't see the expression on her face. But from the writhing of her body, her devotion and madness can be seen. After a few moments, she was naked.

At this time, the voice of the exhausted sdili sounded in the speakers again.

So, what are you waiting for? On this last night of your life, use your bodies, use your strength, and put all your throw into it......

The people with vodka burning in their blood joined the madness one by one, instigated by the girl's crazy temptation and the voice of the exhausted voice.

In the blink of an eye, I was the only one left in the chair.

A puff of white smoke rose again, filling the frenzied crowd.

I looked at the crowd that appeared in and out of the smoke, alternating masks, making me suspect that I was in a cave in "Journey to the West" or "Romance of the Gods".

I saw that the ring played by Long Chuan was like a hunting dog circling around the female monsters, constantly looking for his favorite target, which was also in line with the nature of the character he played.

A skinny little girl in a cartoon mask emerged from the smoke and suddenly appeared in front of me, almost startling me.

The girl asked aloud if I was pretending to be drunk and I was sober?

I said no, it's that everyone wakes up and I'm drunk.

The girl held out a hand to me. I took the hand and followed her into the frenzy.

The girl's body is unusually soft, and her writhing and spinning often reach unexpected angles. Her madness made me feel like she was separate from the crazy crowd.

The frenzied music climaxes one climax after another.

Gradually, I felt a sense of sensation in my whole body, and the fiery rhythm and atmosphere merged with the burning vodka in my blood. I also started writhing and swaying to the rhythm. I reached out and put my arm around the waist of the skinny little girl who had been beating around me. At that moment, I sensed a noticeable pause from her. But soon she followed my rhythm, writhing and spinning freely in the crook of my arm. Until the music stops abruptly.

In between breaks, Long Chuan was still sniffing around like a hound. The skinny little girl took two glasses of vodka and sat down beside me, stuffed one into my hand, giggled like a little hen, and drank it all without saying a word. I had to have a drink. What follows is not a crazy rhythm, but an unusually slow pace of the lover's dance.

People who took a moment of respite began to play one-on-one.

The host's arrangement is indeed quite ingenious, and at the beginning, it uses spirits and dancing to mobilize everyone's emotions, and then creates another romantic mood for everyone to follow their feelings. As for going there, God knows.

Long Chuan hugged a girl dressed as a vixen early. In the blurry lights and blurred music, I saw Ryukawa swaying leisurely with the vixen in his arms, his palms stroking very skillfully on the vixen's bare back, and the vixen stuck to Ryukawa's body like a conjoined baby.

That skinny little girl had been sitting beside me, as if she were leaving. I took her hand and entered the reveling melody.

I put my arms around the girl, her body stiffening in my arms, like a tree in the wind. Her hands were skillfully placed on my shoulders, swaying slowly to the rhythm. My palm slid slowly across her smooth back. Gradually, the slow music made people feel a little anesthetized and dizzy, but there was a restless throbbing in the body. The girl's body was getting softer and weaker in my arms, her hands giving up her technique and wrapping her arms around my neck tightly, her head resting on my shoulders. I felt the turmoil in her body, undulating like a wave.

The girl lay on my shoulder and said dreamily, "I'm a little tired, let's find a place to rest?" ”

I put it in her ear and said, "Okay. ”

When we got off the field, her arm was naturally around me. I know that this is no longer the technical kind of walking on the street, but a certain intimacy between couples. I followed the girl, in the dim light, around the villa. Almost all of the rooms had been locked from the inside, and there was an echo at the knock, except for one room where the door opened with a gentle push.

When the girl and I walked softly into the room, we heard the heavy gasps of the man and the incessant moaning of the woman. The girl reached out and covered her mouth, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to help but laugh. I pulled the girl out of the room and closed the door softly.

As soon as the girl came out of the room, she squatted on the floor with her stomach in her hands. I pulled her gently, and she looked up, and in the faint light that came from nowhere, I saw her face in a cartoon mask smiling strangely at me. She grinned, obviously holding back her smile and holding back an extremely uncomfortable smile.

We walked around the villa and seemed to find no place for us except the empty hall at the exit from the basement.

As we walked around the villa with some frustration, we unexpectedly found a small door.

Open the door and there is the backyard of the villa.

In the backyard, there is a large banyan tree, and under the banyan tree, there is a stone bench that can accommodate two people to sit side by side.

We sat down on this stone bench in the shade behind the trees.

Suddenly I felt some inexplicable uneasiness in my heart.

The girl murmured like a dream. She said it felt so good, it was something she had never felt before, it was like she was dreaming. The girl said that everything was exactly as she had dreamed. She said that she had been waiting for this time for a long time, a lifetime, and she had finally waited for it.

Finally, the girl stopped talking to herself. She was aware of my stillness. She opened her eyes, she looked at me, she was a little surprised, she asked me what was wrong?

I said it's nothing, it's too cold outside, let's go inside.

The girl asked me if she had done something wrong.

I said no, it's my problem, it's none of her business.

The girl asked me if I was married. Is there a psychological barrier to being with someone else behind his wife's back?

I made her ask a little crying and laughing. I said she had violated the rules of the game tonight, that she couldn't ask each other for names and occupations, and that she couldn't talk to each other that had nothing to do with the ball.

The girl's mouth curled, and she said that she didn't ask me about my name or occupation. At this point, the girl's tone softened, and she said that if she wanted to undo my blindfold, remove my exaggerated fake beard, and see what I looked like, would I let her see it?