MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 105 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field
Until the next day when the sky was bright, Cong Liang woke up from Ding Mao's arms, and within five minutes of opening her eyes, she was still stunned.
Thinking back on what happened last night, she just thought it was incredible. Since Ding Mao has been through the past two months, she can't find a trace of her attitude that crossed the line, but she didn't even think about it.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh. She was also in it, and she was blinded. In fact, it was unrealistic to say that there was no warning at all. She climbed the bed all day, and although she got up early in the morning and slipped away, she didn't get up on purpose. Early in the morning, when she woke up every day, there was an old man who was awake outside.
And she crawled on the bed for more than two months. Ding Mao didn't know about it once, and she didn't wake up in advance. Congliang didn't dare to think about it at the time. Now that she thinks about it, she just thinks that Ding Mao seems to be gentle and gentle. Correct, in fact, is an old sullen.
Congliang raised his hand and rubbed his face, remembering that after Ding Mao blew the candle last night, he couldn't see anything. The darkness blocked his sight, but it made his senses and hearing more sensitive.
In the ear, "How about this, do you like how hard I use it, is it more comfortable..." Such words are poured into the ear in a breathless, hoarse voice. This kind of action frequency, Congliang just thinks about it.
This doesn't look like an old virgin in his thirties. If it wasn't for the first time he was very quick, she would have suspected that Ding Mao was a seasoned player.
In fact, Congliang never thought that the progress of the two would make such rapid progress. She imagined that even if Dingmao had an improvement in her opinion, she would have to kiss her in three or five years, and go to the kang in ten or eight years. In the middle, she didn't dare to think about what Ding Mao could do with her, and the task completion prompt came with her peak. Cong Liang thought of this, and leaned close to Ding Mao's chin and gave her a kiss.
A kiss was not enough, Cong Liang simply started from his Adam's apple and slowly pecked his chin. When he was about to kiss his lips, Ding Mao tilted his head and avoided Cong Liang's lips.
"I didn't brush my teeth in the morning, so my mouth doesn't taste good." Ding Mao buried half of his face in the pillow, his voice muffled. Congliang drilled into his arms again. The two simply cleaned up after their mischief last night, and then cuddled and fell asleep. The hot skin rubbed against each other, reminding Ding clearly. Mao last night's madness.
Cong Liang looked up at Ding Mao. Early in the morning, a little stubble on his chin came out. Cong Liang stretched out his fingers one by one to play, stared at Ding Mao, and felt that he was like this. is dreaming.
Ding Mao originally buried half of his face in the pillow, and somewhat stiffly condoned Congliang's movements, but after a while, Congliang's hand moved to scratch his Adam's apple, and his eyes stared at him for a moment.
"Don't look at me." Ding Mao turned around uncomfortably, turned his intact right face towards Congliang, and covered Congliang's eyes with his hands.
To say that Congliang is unbelievable, Dingmao is even more flustered. Last night, he was dragged by a group of old men and drank several glasses of 50% pure white. He did not have any abnormality after drinking. I can remember things clearly, and there will be no fragmentation at all, but there is a little bit of shit, and when I get drunk, I have a lot of courage.
There was once a colleague who drank too much at a party, and several who were competing with him all drank under the table. Drive home by myself.
That time, in the middle of the night, he climbed from the outer wall to the fifth floor with his bare hands. When he climbed to the third floor, he still kicked the air. If it wasn't for the fall, he grabbed the steel bars on a balcony, and the third floor fell. Going down, under the outer wall he climbed was a concrete flower bed, all kinds of diamonds fit together, and the narrow concrete platform, even if he didn't knock to death, would definitely be cut into several pieces by the narrow concrete platform.
He grabbed onto someone's balcony at the time, and after a while, he continued to climb up to his own room. He went back to the house and watched the midnight boxing match before taking a shower and going to bed.
When he woke up the next morning, his entire arm was strained and his little finger was fractured. He recalled the fact that he had climbed the fifth floor with his bare hands to go home last night, and his legs were frightened.
He hadn't been able to go to work for a long time, and his colleagues were frightened when they found out. Afterwards, when they got together, the group of people who wanted to drink a glass would not let him. Others would drink and give him some juice...
Ding Mao recalled what he did last night, and he wanted to kill himself on the spot with a knife. How could he half force the girl to...
In Ding Mao's clear recollection, last night he said he was going to hide and seek, and then he held Congliang's shoulder and held onto it, and then forced him to the ground. own eyebrows.
Before, he couldn't control himself at all. He knew what he said and did, but he seemed to be on the sidelines. In the second half of the night, the spirit of drinking was dissipated in sweat and venting, and he was somewhat conscious, but at that time he couldn't stop at all. .
His drunken madness is not for no reason. The outer wall of his community is a few years old, and there are many scars on the building itself. Every time he drinks milk in the morning and stands on the balcony, he looks at it carefully. , his professional habits made him subconsciously imagine countless times, which stair scars can be used to pick hands, and which feet are sure to be stable.
He even simulated two perfect routes by visual inspection, and planned to try it when he had time to tie a safety rope on the top floor. As a result, I drank too much before I could implement it. The first route with bare hands was unsuccessful. After stepping on the air, I hung on the third floor to slow down, and the second one climbed up.
In the same way, what he did to Congliang last night is undeniable that he has imagined and longed for countless times, but people's assumptions and desires can be crazy at will, and putting them into practice is completely different. Thinking of other thoughts, since the first throbbing, he has been entangled in control, but even if he can't control it, it shouldn't be like this.
It should have come slowly, Ding Mao pinched his brows in annoyance, pursed his lips and didn't know what to do, the two bodies touching each other reminded him that the madness and joy were real, and it happened so unexpectedly, or was it? in this "semi-forced" state.
Congliang only thought that Ding Mao didn't want her to see the ruined half of his face. He slammed Ding Mao's face, a sweet kiss, but Ding Mao didn't stop him. Hypocritical.
But things were unexpected, it came too fast, he was unable to open his eyes by Congliang's relatives, and it was not suitable to put his hands on Congliang's body, so he had to put both hands on Congliang's head and hold her head, Opening his wet eyelids, he said in a hoarse voice with an extremely complicated expression, "I'm sorry girl, I drank too much last night..."
"Huh?" Cong Liang was stunned for a while, recalling that Ding Mao's kiss did smell of alcohol last night, but the smell was not heavy, more of a cool mint smell...
"I drank too much, I'm drunk," Ding Mao pushed Cong Liang off him, surrounded him with a quilt, and covered the key parts, pulling a little distance, with a serious expression and obvious annoyance .
"It's not like that..." Cong Liang recalled that Ding Mao last night, he didn't look like a drunk person at all, his logic was clear and his articulation was clear, and his action was amazing. After the tossing to the end, she still called to stop, "How could I drink too much?" Congliang muttered around the quilt in disbelief.
Ding Mao's eyebrows almost made him pinch purple, "I'm sorry, I'm a little special when I'm drunk..."
Congliang blinked a few times and scratched Ding Mao's calf with his toes under the quilt. He shook his whole body and looked up at Congliang full of guilt.
"You... don't mean to be ruthless, right?" Congliang raised his eyebrows and stared at Ding Mao. She had never seen someone fall asleep and be denied the account after sleeping, but she didn't feel like she was being tricked, because Jinjiang coins have been paid for her sincere kiss. Ding Mao liked her and didn't run away, but it was a bit strange. She resisted the urge to laugh. She and Ding Mao sat opposite each other and stared at each other. Eye.
Ding Mao's face and neck were blushing, his lips were squirming for a long time, and finally he whispered: "I don't!" I don't know what to say, he really didn't want to shirk the responsibility, he just felt that he didn't deserve this responsibility...
Congliang understood Ding Mao's appearance, she said that things were going a bit suddenly, she calmed down and thought that crawling in bed was a tacit understanding, why did Ding Mao suddenly stop pretending to arrest her and be enthusiastic It was like a fire, and when she was done, she just followed suit.
Thinking about the appearance of the mouth full of rants and tricks last night, it was really wrong. Cong Liang thought that he was accumulating a lot of money, and he was ruthless. Did he drink too much?
It's fun for this person to drink too much... You can drink in moderation in the future.
In her conscience, she thought it was interesting, but she didn't smile on the surface. The more Ding Mao was like this, the more she wanted to make fun of her. Of course, when Ding Mao got started on her, she was very willing, but looking at Ding Mao's expression now, she felt guilty. With a lot of annoyance, his forehead has been completely pinched purple, as if a cultivator has been cultivating for half his life, and suddenly fell into the immortal mark of the devil.
Cong Liang's eyes rolled, and she finally became smart. She couldn't wave her hand to say I was okay, she had to pretend.
She lowered her head and stared at the quilt for a long time without blinking. When she looked up again, a sour mist filled her eyes. She looked at Ding Mao with a misty look, and turned her head to drown two drops of crocodile tears. Squeeze it down, it's quite powerful, and it just slowly descends down the corner of the eye, which is very poignant.
"Little uncle, you were drunk last night, then," Congliang bit his lip to hold back his smile, his face flushed, "then treat it like nothing happened..." Congliang choked hypocritically, and after speaking He slipped out of the quilt and pretended to want to escape. When he stood naked and showed it to Ding Mao, he shyly crawled back to the quilt, pulled the quilt over his head, and shivered with laughter under the quilt.
Ding Mao felt guilty for angina, and his lips were pursed white. After a while, he finally came over and pulled Congliang's quilt. He wanted to say sorry, but he felt really pale, "I, I..." Ding Mao pulled down A piece of quilt, Congliang exposed his eyes to look at him, he touched Congliang's head and sighed: "Girl, I will treat you well."
Congliang blinked her eyes twice, nodded quickly, held back her smile, revealing her whole face, even covering her face with a smile, her face and neck are all red now, she looks like she is shy, Ding Mao froze at her He smiled, but he was still kind.
Shit, Cong Liangzheng was happy, and Lei's head was black and gray after being laughed at by this, he pulled the quilt to his face again, and muttered shamelessly, "It hurts..."
"What?" Ding Mao didn't hear clearly, so he approached her, and Congliang lifted the quilt a little bit. The little girl showed her posture. She quickly glanced at her lower body that was covered with the quilt, and said, "It hurts... it hurts there."
Ding Mao first followed Cong Liang's line of sight. After he understood, he sat up straight, his whole body froze, his ears and cheeks quickly flushed red, and Cong Liang looked at him faintly. I'm a father figure!
"Cong Liang took out a watch from under the pillow and glanced at it secretly. It's very good, just after eleven o'clock, the fog started to dissipate after twelve o'clock, and there is still time to make trouble for a while.
"Knead it for me," Cong Liang leaned closer to Ding Mao like a quilt and a bug, "Little Susu" Congliang pouted and slurred under the quilt, "Knead it for me, hurry up..."
Ding Mao froze, with a terrible expression on his face. She pulled his finger for the third time, and then slowly, sweating, he put his hand in. Congliang lifted the quilt and covered his entire body, feeling sullen. The voice floated out along the raised gap, "It's still a little itchy..."
The quilt was stirred several times, and Ding Mao got out from the front of the quilt. The expression on his face was a little grim, and even his neck was tense. Cherishly kissed her forehead, and then the whole person slowly sank toward Congliang, until the two of them hugged tightly, and then asked softly, "Is this any better?"
The author has something to say: Cong Liang: How is this wave?
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