The shirt on Meng Hao's chest had been torn open, and his abdominal muscles were faintly visible behind the shirt. He rubbed the woman's breasts vigorously with one hand, and supported her waist with the other hand. The woman's short skirt was originally It's a low-cut one, with one shoulder completely exposed and half of her white breasts exposed.
Wang Qiu thought to himself that it would be a bit cold at night when dressed like this, but his figure was so good that Wang Qiu stood there and stared at her for several seconds.
The woman may have felt someone staring at her. When she turned her head and saw Wang Qiu, she was so embarrassed that she lifted up the clothes on her chest and gently patted Meng Hao on the shoulder.
Meng Hao was forgetting the kiss when he looked up and saw Wang Qiu's half-smiling expression. Feeling unspeakable in his heart for a moment, he opened the door and entered the house with his arms around the woman.
Wang Qiu saw a good show and realized that he was a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but smile, then closed the door and turned around.
Thinking about it, it’s a bit unforgettable.
Wang Qiu's home has a somewhat unique layout. When you enter the entrance door, you will see an open space four meters wide and ten meters long. To the right is an open kitchen, but it is blocked by a partition cabinet.
In front of the kitchen is a high dining table and chairs, and in front of it is the living room with a sofa and TV.
Therefore, there were two large floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the nearly 40-meter free space. Wang Qiu only placed a long table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window near the door, which he usually used to practice calligraphy.
At the end of the house are two bedrooms and only one bathroom, because usually Wang Qiu is the only one there anyway.
Wang Qiu stood in front of the table with floor-to-ceiling windows, opened the window, spread out rice paper, pressed it down with a ruler, and lit a cigarette.
She bent over, holding a thin cigarette between the fingers of her left hand, and holding a brush in her right hand to write slowly.
Just after I calmed down after writing five or six words, I was disturbed by a heavy knock on the door.
When she saw Meng Hao through the peephole, she opened the door and said jokingly: "Why, it's all over so soon?"
Meng Hao's hair was a little messy and his cheeks were slightly red. He had drunk some wine, but his mind was still clear.
Being teased, he just raised his eyebrows and smiled, then raised his eyes and looked into her eyes: "I'm not in the mood because of someone."
Wang Qiu felt a little hot in her heart when she thought of his forgetful look just now. For a woman who stayed alone in an empty room for a long time, that scene would really make her mouth dry.
"It's none of my business, I just happened to be going out." Wang Qiu looked innocent.
Meng Hao, probably after drinking some wine, became a little bolder. He stepped into the house, closed the door, leaned against the door, put his hands in his pockets lazily and looked at her: "You have to be responsible."
Wang Qiu was a little distracted, but she was still very clear-headed: "You must have been drinking. Go home quickly."
Meng Hao walked into the room as if he hadn't heard anything. He went to the table and looked at the words Wang Qiu had written just now. He couldn't help but admire: "What a good calligraphy hand."
Then, he picked up the pen, dipped it in some ink, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at Wang Qiu, and then started writing in a decent manner.
Standing at the door, Wang Qiu couldn't see what he wrote. She could only see his arrogant posture and confident expression, thinking that he was a fellow-traveler.
But when I got closer and saw his words, I almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
I saw that his handwriting was messy and disorganized, like earthworms in spring and snakes in autumn, teeth and claws showing, it was too horrible to look at.
Wang Qiu asked himself, what was I expecting just now.
