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Yo! I hurriedly held my breath and didn't dare to interrupt.

As a result, he sang only this one line, and haughtily ordered: "Turn off the lights."

I hurriedly ran to turn off the lights, and for the sake of effect, I also left the small circle of colored lights under the stage.

The hazy colored lights softened the cold and hard lines on his face, giving him some of the watery tenderness that only my sweetness has.

Apparently he liked this song very much, and he took it a lot more seriously when he played it. Of course, I also like it because it's not very difficult, but it's very good, and because the lone ranger actor in "Three Steps to Killing" is so sexy......

What a powerful emotion it is to like! So I couldn't hold back for a moment, ran to the drum kit and sat down, closed his rhythm, and forced myself in.

After all, he must have noticed it with the drumbeat, but he ignored me.

The lyrics of this song are already filled with a faint smell of blood and a depraved prodigal son. Maybe because of smoking, Fanyin's voice is a little hoarse, and this guy is a prodigal son, so the taste of depravity and coquettishness is sung more clearly by him.

The music just sounded different, and I seemed to understand that he had more than just money. He has everything, everything a woman loves: handsome, dashing, wealth, status, and ...... Sexy at the moment.

He just doesn't have a heart.

Ay......

The moment of happiness is short-lived, and the song is no more than four minutes.

After the last note was played, I and the traditional sound were still not speaking. Because playing music is like **, you have to rest for a while when you are done, and ease the head that you have just put in.

I also suddenly felt that the movement of the drum kit was too big, and I was in pain......

At this time, the pervert suddenly spoke: "Come here."

I moved over with difficulty, and when I saw that his expression was a little fierce, I explained weakly: "I didn't mean to come over, I really can't help it."

He tilted his head in the darkness and suddenly smiled: "Don't cry?"

I didn't speak.

"Not angry?" He smiled even deeper.

I took two steps back so that I could rush out the door at any moment: "I ask you, but don't hit me."

"Uh-huh."

"Have you been currying favor with me all the time?"

He gave me a blank look and turned to play the guitar.

It's my wording that is not good, and I correct it as: "Are you trying to make me happy?"

He had already put his guitar away, got up and walked to the door, and turned on the light.

I didn't think he was angry, so I slipped up to him and whispered, "If you don't want to answer, forget it, that's what I think in my heart anyway."

Before he could finish speaking, he jerked out his hand and pressed me against the wall.

I had a cardiac arrest and regretted it so much that I wanted to slap myself a few times.

His face leaned down, and there was no smile at all: "Stupid pig."

I clenched my fingers and watched as his face leaned down, his mouth pressed to mine, his voice muffled, but the tone of command was unmistakable: "Hold me."

I hesitated for a moment, thinking that people still had to be obedient to avoid being beaten, so I put my arms around his neck.

He hugged me and kissed me deeply. Maybe it's because he's so skilled, or maybe I'm too forgetful. For a while, he was a little drunk, and he couldn't help but respond to him.

He kissed me so much that he finally let go of my mouth and slowly kissed my ear and neck down my cheek. I don't know when my palm poked in, and I found that I didn't even have underwear. He pinched me like the most professional potter kneading clay figures, no matter whether it was hard or soft, it could always be made into what he wanted. I was so soft that I hugged his neck tightly, and for a few moments I fell into a state of irrationality.

However, in the middle of his energy, he suddenly opened his mouth: "I haven't tried this room yet."

I couldn't help but shudder and bit his shoulder hard.

He laughed, exerted his strength, and said in a trembling voice, "Little tigress......"

I bit hard.

The perversion of the scenery.

"You're so coaxing." He rubbed my cheek against my face and kissed me on the mouth.

I'm ashamed of my own infirmity.

Remembering that Lieselotte was always rehearsing in this room, I decided that it would be better to quit the group. In retaliation for ruining my relationship with Lieselotte, I retaliated by smearing the juice on his legs, and he busied me with dressing, muttering, "Why is it so complicated?" Didn't notice my little moves.

What kind of innocence is pretended?

"Aren't you very neat?" Faster than I can take off.

He raised the corner of his eye: "They all wear their own."

"I didn't let you dress me!" The problem is that he won't give it to me!

He suddenly tugged hard and buckled it to the innermost.

I hurriedly reached out to untie it, but his arm was held down by him, and he was very proud: "It looks like a lot."

"Le!" Leng couldn't breathe.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pressing my arms into his arms and resting his chin on my shoulders.

I squirmed: "Untie it for me."

"Lick it clean for me." His voice was a little muffled.

Found pants? How is the eyesight so good? I said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

And he was silent.

I didn't lick him clean, and after thinking about it for a while, I rolled my eyes and softened.

was immediately hugged by him, and his expression was quite calm: "What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth, too weak to speak.

He looked at me, pressed my back, and pinched the strap with one hand.

Yes!

But my hand was still stuck in his arms, and I found that he was glancing at me, so I quickly put my face on his neck and made a coquettish shape: "Little Tiger~"

"Apologize." His voice was fierce.

"People know it's wrong." It's so annoying, he can play me, I can't play him, pervert of double standards!

"What's wrong?" He's always been so tricky.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with it.

"People shouldn't get your pants dirty."

As if he was gouging out me with his eyes, he was a pervert who loved beauty.

"I can't wipe it off even if I get it up, I'll wash it for you." I whispered, "If you don't want to, it's comfortable not to wear it."

He must have imagined the picture of his wife not wearing underwear, and found that he couldn't pass his level, and this was a school, so he couldn't tell when someone would come, and he couldn't delay it for too long, let alone beat me. Anyway, he is also a person with status, and if he doesn't have it, he just needs a little face.

So I was let go, and we went out for a long time, glancing at the obvious stain on Fanyin's leg, and the little man named "Lewd" in my heart laughed until my stomach hurt.

I was delivered to my doorstep.

Before getting out of the car, he suddenly pressed my leg, leaned over and kissed me on the face, and said, "Study at home obediently."

"You're not going in?"

"I've got something." He said, "I told you in the morning."

"Prostitution?"

"yes." He smiled.

"Why are you so strong!" Didn't you just do it!

"It's the age of a wolf." He said solemnly: "And you are really boring, you are not allowed to play anything."

I know what he says! Anger welled up again: "Perverted. Good luck with AIDS! ”

I pulled his hand away and was about to rush out of the car, but the back of my neck was pinched again and carried back in front of him: "Who did you learn from?"

"What?"

"Run away after scolding." He exerted: "I have grown a year old, and my bad eyes have also grown."

"I learned from you."

He kissed me vigorously on the mouth, his eyes were slightly dark: "I have to receive the goods, I don't have time to prostitute."

I didn't believe it, he looked the same for a while: "Who's picking?"

"Did you know each other?"

"We'll know each other when we're done." I said, "Tell me honestly."

"Your concubine."

"Who?"

"Pu Lan." He gave me a blank look and said, "Study hard and go to bed early." He has another side:

……

I didn't study, and after flipping through the book for a while, I felt that I couldn't read it. It hurts, I just want to lie down, and he tortures me to the core.

I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly felt someone carrying my ear, and when it hurt so much that I opened my eyes and saw a vague face in the dark.

He stood beside the bed like a plague and said, "You can lie for five minutes."

I quickly lay down, my ears pinched again.

I was picked up again and heard his voice: "It's time."

"What are you going to do?" I'm so sleepy......