When the door was pushed open, the girl in green had already taken off her green shirt and used her graceful body to wipe Meng Qingyi's wet and strong body.

The two * naked bodies were intertwined, and the woman's intimacy slipped inch by inch from Meng Qingyi's skin.

Meng Qingyi's hands that were still stained with water immediately pressed on the girl's chest, gradually exerting force.

The girl was panting for breath after all, and finally with an "ah" sound, she collapsed in her arms.

Then, the dishonest hands stroked the girl's tender back like mutton fat, passed through the thin slit between the buttocks, and lifted the whole body upward. It was as if the man had also been transformed into a steel spear and pierced the woman's flesh.

With Meng Qingyi turning over and not listening, the girl's throat kept screaming, and there seemed to be pain in her colorful face, but there was definitely joy. The ten fingers and toes are tightly hooked by the sudden impact, and it is difficult to loosen them.

The person who got into the house did not run shyly because of what was going on in the house.

This is already a young woman, the skin has long been absent from the girl's milky white and halo is allowed.

Standing silently in a corner, as if willing to wait for the two of them to finish their lives, then talk about things.

Meng Qingyi still wanted to do it, but the girl couldn't do it.

With a gentle kiss on the top of Meng Qingyi's forehead, the person ran out with a bunch of scattered clothes and his sister.

The middle-aged woman looked at Meng Qingyi's naked body.

Meng Qing's clothes were not covered.

The middle-aged woman walked up slightly, casually looking at the picture scroll on the wall, and then said.

"These are all excellent paintings and calligraphy, and there seems to be an afterglow on each ink dot. ”

Meng Qingyi smiled and said.

"It's a pity that there is only candle flame here, and there is no light, but it is a waste. ”

The middle-aged woman muttered as if she had met a bosom friend.

Ah Feng said that this painting of mountains is not mountains, and painting water is not water, but everywhere is leisure between mountains and rivers. ”

Meng Qing was not dressed either, and slowly approached, as if admiring the scroll, and took another heavy breath.

The middle-aged woman was slightly stunned before she avoided it with difficulty.

Meng Qingyi's face was calm and said lightly.

"When people have too much time to have fun, they inevitably want to do something stupid. ”

The middle-aged woman turned her head and stared at Meng Qingyi, the expression on her face was uncertain, and she finally whispered.

"Deserted, miserable and miserable. ”

Anyone who knows a little bit about poetry and books can know it.

Meng Qingyi said.

That's a famous sentence by Li Cainu. ”

The middle-aged woman said.

"Isn't that also my emotion? ”

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

"So you have to rejoice. ”

The middle-aged woman looked at her coldly and said.

"You think you're likable?"

Meng Qingyi shrugged her shoulders, stroked her chin with the back of her fingers, and smiled as she spoke.

"In front of my friends, I'm quite likable. The two little girls just now seemed to be very happy with me. ”

The middle-aged woman suddenly said gloomily.

"But the people here want to kill you, and some even want to put a hook into your heart. ”

Meng Qingyi stuck out her tongue and hurriedly covered her little liver.

Meng Qingyi asked tentatively.

"If it weren't for you, would I have already returned to the Yellow Springs?"

The middle-aged woman smiled again and said.

"If it weren't for me, you'd have fallen into the skinned Netherworld. ”

Looking at the uncertainty on the woman's face, Meng Qingyi could only be grateful.

"I really owe thank you. ”

The middle-aged woman laughed.

"You should thank Ah Feng. ”

"You are the last person Ah Feng has ever seen, and you already have Ah Feng's breath on you. ”

Meng Qingyi couldn't help but sniff under his armpit. If it was yesterday, I am afraid that there would only be a smoky smell, but now there is only a light fragrance of wood milk.

The middle-aged woman glanced at Meng Qingyi, but she was ruthless and had a deep meaning.