Back in the tent, Zhang Xiaoqiang sits alone at the head of the bed. Under the orange light of the incandescent lamp above his head, he stares at the door. As time passes, suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang feels that a person with a light body quietly comes to the door. It is a very wonderful feeling. It seems that in his mind, the space outside the door forms a three-dimensional image. In the image, countless points and lines form a vivid picture.
Then the tent is lifted, and the dignified and elegant Shangguan Qiaoyun comes in. She is smiling, and her silver teeth are slightly exposed. However, there is a dangerous flame in her eyes, like the greed of a beast when it is hunting. At the moment when she puts down the tent, Shanghai Qiaoyun's temperament suddenly changes. She changes from elegant and intellectual to wild and bewitching, and the smile on the corner of her mouth becomes casual and extremely tempting.
Looking at Shanghai Qiaoyun's enthusiastic eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang knows that he has become a lamb to be slaughtered in the eyes of Shanghai Qiaoyun. Shanghai Qiaoyun strolls towards him, and her clothes fall on the ground one by one. Finally, the mermaid-like Shanghai Qiaoyun's delicate skin is moist and lustrous in the light.
A red and white slender index finger with soft and fragrant jade hooks Zhang Xiaoqiang's chin, and then she can't laugh anymore. Her wine-red lips are covered by Zhang Xiaoqiang's big mouth. Looking at her smile, Zhang Xiaoqiang seems to be dissatisfied with her and makes a dissatisfied nasal sound. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care about her feelings, because Shanghai Qiaoyun has never cared about his feelings before. Now he wants to be the master.
"Hahaha …" Shanghai Qiaoyun smiles like wind chimes in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then she can't laugh anymore. Her wine-red lips are covered by Zhang Xiaoqiang's big mouth. Shanghai Qiaoyun seems to be dissatisfied with her below and makes a dissatisfied nasal sound. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care about her feelings, because Shanghai Qiaoyun didn't care about his feelings before. Now he wants to be the master.
Shanghai Qiaoyun tells her what she wants with her nasal voice, which is so low that it's almost indiscernible. Since she wants it, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who has a rare chance to sing, will not refuse her, but he can't let her off so easily.
Under Zhang Xiaoqiang's repeated teasing, Shanghai Qiaoyun is a little anxious. Her hair is messy, her eyes are like silk, her tongue is wrapped around her red lips, and her nasal voice makes his heart tremble. Zhang Xiaoqiang almost surrenders and gives in to her. Thinking of how Shanghai Qiaoyun walks out of the door with a victorious smile every morning, he hardens his heart and remains unmoved.
A sorrowful dark cloud immediately shrouds her expression. Her red lips, which were originally meant for kissing, are now used to hang an oil bottle on them. Her eyes are filled with strong dissatisfaction, and her lily-white hands suddenly push away Zhang Xiaoqiang's upper body. When Zhang Xiaoqiang's body is slightly raised, her red fingernails are like lightning on his collar. "Rip …" The slightly wrinkled shirt on his body is torn into two.
Shanghai Qiaoyun throws away the torn shirt in her hands, suddenly sits up and hugs Zhang Xiaoqiang, wanting to flip him over so that she can be on top of him. After three to five times, she realizes that today's Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength is countless times stronger than in the past. The pressure on her body is like a mountain, and she feels like Sun Wukong who has been trapped for 500 years.
Shanghai Qiaoyun raises her delicate head and stares into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. From his eyes, Shanghai Qiaoyun can see a trace of passion and pride. The intelligent Shanghai Qiaoyun knows what Zhang Xiaoqiang is thinking.
Knowing is one thing, doing what he wants is another thing. As an outstanding woman, Shanghai Qiaoyun has always wanted to dominate Zhang Xiaoqiang, and make him revolve around her. Unfortunately, her two opponents are too strong.
Yang Ke-er is the woman who has followed Zhang Xiaoqiang since he started his family. Her position is stable, and she is more popular.
Yuan Yi is one step ahead of her. He is gentle, virtuous, considerate, and has the demeanor of a weak little girl. When it comes to taking care of people, Yuan Yi is the best choice. In addition, she has a weak personality and doesn't dare to control Zhang Xiaoqiang, which makes Zhang Xiaoqiang have a strong desire to protect her. She is the best choice to be a wife.
With two women, Shanghai Qiaoyun has already decided that if she can't win his heart, she will win his body. She will make him lose all his thoughts in bed and only care about her.
Right now, Zhang Xiaoqiang's initiative is out of her expectation. She can see through his thoughts. The strong-willed Shanghai Qiaoyun will not be easily subdued. Today is the final battle, if she doesn't completely subdue Zhang Xiaoqiang, then she will surrender.
Both of them don't speak. They use their own means and sit together and kiss each other. Women's natural advantages are stronger than men. Some women know how to use their advantages to make men become slugs in front of them and let them do whatever they want. Shanghai Qiaoyun is more proficient in this.
After kissing him, she even let go of his neck and swung like a swing. The sorrow in her eyes is as deep as ink. The tip of her delicate nose gently moves on his cheek. The tip of her tongue touches his cheek from time to time. Her throat slowly makes a low trembling sound, like a kitten begging for food.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is not a strong-willed man, especially when it comes to these kinds of things. His strength is doubled and his physical strength is super high. He roars and throws Shanghai Qiaoyun on the bed.
She only hears a chuckle from Shanghai Qiaoyun, followed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's heavy breathing. At first, she is not in the mood, so her moans are a little perfunctory. But later, she becomes aroused and shows her usual enchanting charm. Her hands are clawed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's back, leaving a few red and white claw marks, and a low roar comes from her throat.
As time goes by, the deep roar slowly becomes louder, like a lone wolf in the moon. The roar gets louder and louder, and then it slowly becomes lower. It seems to be fast but it is slow, and gradually it becomes silent.
Suddenly, a high-pitched scream almost spread throughout the camp, and then Shanghai Qiaoyun's smooth and tender arms are wrapped around Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist. She suddenly exerts force, and her nails tightly clench on his muscles, causing blood to flow out.
"Ah …" Zhang Xiaoqiang can't help but scream. The moment Shanghai Qiaoyun's body tightens, she bites on Zhang Xiaoqiang's neck. Because she used too much force, blood flows down from Shanghai Qiaoyun's lips and drips on the bed sheet, forming an abstract painting.
Zhang Xiaoqiang hates Shanghai Qiaoyun for biting him so hard. He doesn't give her time to think about it. He attacks again fiercely. The sweat on his body is stinging the wound caused by Shanghai Qiaoyun's bite. With this kind of pain, Zhang Xiaoqiang is distracted, and unconsciously, his ability is strengthened.
"No … Don't … Don't … Tomorrow … I will give it to you tomorrow …"
Shanghai Qiaoyun who is under him is almost unconscious. Her mouth is stained with blood, and her mouth is begging for mercy. Hearing Shanghai Qiaoyun finally begging for mercy, Zhang Xiaoqiang is proud, and the pleasure in his heart is indescribable. Looking at Shanghai Qiaoyun's appearance, he also can't bear it anymore, so he withdraws from her body.
Lying on the bed with Shanghai Qiaoyun in his arms, Shanghai Qiaoyun's long hair is scattered, and her face is buried in his armpit. Her mouth is still letting out a small snoring sound. Zhang Xiaoqiang is very satisfied. A man must be strong. Thinking of this, he touches his little brother, which is still standing proudly, as if it is expressing its dissatisfaction.
Zhang Xiaoqiang has no choice but to do the greatest dream of his otaku, hugging a beauty and masturbating …