"Yes, she's fallen into your brother's hands, hasn't she?"
"It's Zhang Qian!" I shouted to remind her.
"That's all you've got."
"Do you have bags?" I asked.
"No, why?" He looked at me uncertainly again.
I threw up.
A tractor that directly contributes human essence to the "myna bird".
I can't remember what happened after that. All I could think about was Zhang Qian.
Zhang Qian
Anqi lay on the bed, his once neat and crisp shirt now disheveled, his tie torn to the side. There was still vomit residue on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't smell very nice.
I sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped his face, over and over again.
Anqi slowly opened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. His expression made me laugh.
"Do you still feel like throwing up?" I handed him the tea that I had prepared earlier and placed next to me.
"Why are you here?" He was not only surprised, but his expression was also adorably blank.
"Hu Lu brought me here."
I stood up to wash and hang up the towel in my hand, but Anqi grabbed my hand as soon as he saw me get up.
"Don't go."
Turning around to look at the man holding my arm, he looked more like a child than Dongdong at that moment.
"I'll go put the towel down." I waved the towel in front of him, trying to break free from his large hand. "Go take a shower when you wake up, it stinks."
Let's go together.
"Smack!" I tapped his forehead. "Still not awake? Want some more ice?"
"Don't go!"
In the struggle, he pinned me to the bed, and the cup of tea in his hand spilled all over me.
I know it's about to begin, and he won't let go even if I call it a halt now.
We tore each other's clothes off, his hands cupped my breasts, and his mouth was already at my breasts. He sucked hard, and my breasts felt stiff, swollen, and painful.
I didn't dare look directly at his body. When he kissed me, I subconsciously turned my head away, not wanting him to see what I looked like.
"Look at me!" He straightened my face.
This was the first time we'd looked into each other so closely, and my hand touched his eyes. I loved his eyes; they were so gentle.
"who I am?"
He was already very hard, pressing against my entrance, but he still wasn't in a hurry to go in.
Anqi
Call my name
His fingers went in, and I found myself moving involuntarily with them. He pushed in another one, and I cried out in pain.
As if under the control of magic, "Anqi" called his name again and again.
He licked my lips, his tongue entwining with mine. His fingers thrust in and out forcefully, and I couldn't stop his advances.
He pulled my hand and placed it on his penis, where the veins were bulging and there was some clear fluid around the glans.
Out of curiosity, I put some on my fingers.
"This is 'cold soup essence'," he said with a sly grin, raising his eyebrows. "Want to try some?"
I'm not so easily bullied, so I shoved my finger, which was covered in "cold soup essence," into his mouth.
He smiled and bit my finger, forcefully thrusting into my vagina.
In his dizziness, he pulled out his fingers and inserted his penis inside.
My body is very hot, and my brain can't think.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he cupped my buttocks, burying his head in my neck and biting my ear.
Zhang Qian
Zhang Qian
Zhang Qian
With each call, he thrust in and out more forcefully.
He climaxed inside me and lingered for a long time.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, dampening his hair. His slightly wavy, dark hair, glistening with moisture, looked incredibly sexy.
A drop of sweat slid right into his eye, then dripped down his cheek. I caught it with my finger.
"What is this?" I asked, waving my finger.
"Life has many flavors." His eyes held a hint of affection.
I felt a liquid flowing from my genitals, so I pushed him away and went into the bathroom.
I turned on the showerhead, wet myself, and poured some shower gel into my palm.
"I'll come," he said, following him inside.
"No, I'll be done in a minute."
Inside the shower room, we made love again.
Afterwards, he carried me out and dried me off.
Before dawn, I slept in his arms, my head resting on his arm.
I closed my eyes tightly, afraid that this was just my imagination, afraid that it was all a dream.
Anqi
Anqi
The cell phone rings deafeningly, incessantly, bombarding your ears.
Zhang Qian was fast asleep, her naked body pressed against me. I touched her skin, feeling her body temperature.
He pulled his arm out, got off the bed, and picked up the phone that had fallen to the floor.
It was Zhang Qian's cell phone; the caller ID showed it was from her home.
When the call connected, the old man cursed viciously on the other end of the line.
"Grandpa, don't worry, Zhang Qian is with me." He reassured the old man.
"I wasn't feeling well last night, and Zhang Qian took care of me all night. I'm so sorry to have troubled you."
My eyes drifted to the bed; it's best not to tell the truth about these things. As people get older, their blood vessels become more fragile.
The old man criticized and lectured me on the phone, and finally made me swear that I wouldn't lay a finger on her and would bring her back safely.
He chuckled to himself. He climbed back into bed and woke Zhang Qian.
"Wake up," I patted her face and took her thumb out of her mouth.
Zhang Qian, who had just woken up, was extremely slow to react and it took her a long time to remember where she was.
"Grandpa called," I told her what had just happened.
"Hey! Why didn't you call me? Why did you answer? You'll scold me when we get back."
“Sleeping like a pig,” I said, flicking her nose.
"You're the pig!" she slapped my hairy hand away, got out of bed, and got dressed.
How could he miss such a sensual scene? He picked up the underwear scattered on the bed with two fingers and waved it in front of her.
Just as "Xiaoqian" reached out to take it, I held the bra up high and teased her like I was playing with a cat.
She patted my stomach with her hand, "Don't call me that, it's bad luck."
"Why?"
"Beauty is often short-lived, and I don't want to be a ghost in a Chinese ghost story," she explained earnestly.
"It sounds nice." Undeterred, she tried to snatch the bra again, but with my long arms, I always missed by just a little bit.
"Call me by my full name, not Xiaoqian."
"Okay," I said, waving the bra in my hand again. "I'll help you put it on."
Ignoring her protests, I simply pulled the bra on. When I buttoned it, I used more force.
"Why were you drinking last night?" she asked me, turning her head to look at me.
There was a newly formed scar on her lip, surrounded by several flakes of skin.
He pinched her chin, opened his mouth, and bit off the unsightly piece of skin.
"Are you ever going to stop? Get up!"
She slapped him again, successfully changing the subject.
After washing up, I took the car keys and Zhang Qian and I took a taxi to the entrance of "Black Thirteen" to pick up the car, and then took her home.
She insisted that I not go upstairs.
“Don’t go, it’ll be easy for them to spot,” she said.
"It's something that will have to be done sooner or later; you can tell just by looking at it."
She lowered her head and remained silent.