Lu Xiaojin smiled sweetly, her black skirt fluttering, only covering most of her delicate body.
She held Zhao Wuyan's hand and guided him to the two knotted black gauze ropes behind his neck, saying shyly and domineeringly:
"Don't you want me to change my clothes?
Please help me untie it..."
"Teach me..." Zhao Wujiang wanted to be tough again, but was interrupted by Lu Xiaojin, who said angrily:
“I’m just teaching you how to do things!
You exposed it, right? You also said that many women have had affairs with you. How do you look like the person you said you are who has had countless women?
Quick, start pulling on the bra strings. "
Zhao Wujiang had no choice but to slowly pull the black gauze rope, and Lu Xiaojin leaned into his arms with a shy face.
The ropes fell off to both sides, and Zhao Wujiang felt something bounce in front of him. Then there was a rustling sound, and where Lu Xiaojin and him were standing, a black gauze bra slipped out and was piled messily on the grass.
"Turn your eyes." Lu Xiaojin gradually regained her domineering attitude, Qiushui's long eyes stared straight at Zhao Wuyan, like a queen, her face was blushing and slightly majestic:
"look!"
Zhao Wujiang turned his eyes and saw the fair curves and abyss revealed by the damaged black skirt.
He knew very well that when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you, so he hurriedly turned his head to the side, with the shy look of an innocent little virgin on his face.
"How's it going? Have you seen it before?" Lu Xiaojin found it interesting. She pursed her red lips lightly and glanced at Zhao Wuyan shyly and charmingly. Then she held Zhao Wuyan's hand and guided him to his waist and hips. She exhaled like a blue breath and said:
"What should you do now? Do you still need me to teach you?"
Zhao Wujiang pulled away the black gauze rope tied into a bow at his waist and hip. The rope was smooth and slipped into Lu Xiaojin's black skirt. Then it fell to the grass and became inseparable from the bra.
"You dare to take the initiative to show your deep affection, why don't you dare to take the initiative to approach now?" Lu Xiaojin saw that Zhao Wuhuang had stopped moving next, and pushed Zhao Wuhuang away, with a look of shame and resentment on his face:
"You said you were done on the other side of the abyss before, but now I'm right in front of you, why don't you dare to open your mouth?
Where did your domineering and fierceness go when you fought me?
I don't like the way you look weak and coy now. "
Zhao Wujiang said seriously:
"You are so hot that you melt my fierceness and dominance."
Lu Xiaojin couldn't help but laugh. The laughter was full of surprise and heart trembling. Zhao Wuyan's words made her resentment disappear in an instant. Her heart beat more and more, and she felt that she was getting hotter. She said with a gleam in her eyes:
"Finally admit it, you have me in your heart, and I am enough to melt you."
ah? Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly.
The next moment, he was pushed to the grass by Lu Xiaojin. Before he could react, Lu Xiaojin stepped up and sat on his waist.
Just for a moment, the hem of his skirt swayed slightly, and he accidentally saw the water and sky under the vacuum.
Lu Xiaojin sat on Zhao Wujiang, her torn black skirt outlined her graceful and undulating body. When she sat down, the black skirt swayed like water waves.
Zhao Wujiang can't hold back now. He's holding back so badly that he can't hold it back even if he wants to.
"Your soul is so condensed that it is almost as good as flesh and blood. This cannot be an excuse for you to reject me." Lu Xiaojin held down Zhao Wuxian's hands, exhaled like a blue breath, and predicted Zhao Wuxian's words:
"Aren't you going to make fire with me and start a fire?
I'm willing, I'm ready, don't you support it on your own? what are you waiting for? "
Zhao Wujiang gently shook off Lu Xiaojin's hand, stood up and pressed Lu Xiaojin under him. In turn, he held Lu Xiaojin's hands with one hand and said with a helpless smile:
"You have done so much. If I don't take a step forward, won't it appear that I am inhumane and incapable of understanding customs?"
"I just like your domineering look." Lu Xiaojin's clothes were torn and spring was coming frequently. She was unparalleled in charm. She looked at the wetness on the waist of Zhao Wuxu's clothes where she had just sat down, and exhaled like a orchid, with a mixture of shame and anger:
"Why don't you change your clothes? I accidentally got them wet."
