Chapter 4 Hard stuff

The voice preached to the body with the floor, leaning against the wooden cabinet, I heard it clearly. The two white balls on the glass appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the two villains in the room were still waiting to say something

One blushed and wanted to leave but was grabbed and couldn't leave. The other one was ignorant and couldn't figure out the true meaning of this restless picture.

They, are they messing with their shoes? Xiaomao finally spoke in a low voice and asked with difficulty, but her eyes reluctantly left the transparent heat.

Woo... Woo... Afang was still covered with his mouth and touched it so hard that he couldn't hear it clearly. Xiaomao quickly let go of her hand and twisted it on her arm.

You are the broken shoes, do you understand sex or not? You have no culture

After saying that, I felt that I was still lying in his arms, but my hand was left with my mouth but he couldn't get up with my neck. I wanted to see but didn't dare to see the beauty that was shining by the sun. I could only blush and leaned on Xiaomao's arms and covered her face with my hands. A small gap was opened between my fingers and looked at the window.

Have sex? What is sex? Yesterday my father and mom were like this. I think mom is so uncomfortable. Xiao Mao still puzzled

Do...Oh...I don't know, it's just giving birth, big... what my elder sister and the others told me, I don't understand...You, don't ask me

It's hard to answer questions and solve problems and get rid of yourself.

Ah? My dad gave birth to your mom? I can't do it? Last time I heard from my cousin that there was no such thing as shooting a pair of broken shoes in Target Mountain

Xiaomao's cousin Sanmao worked as a small worker in the ordnance factory. He told Xiaomao that Target Mountain shot someone again. The bullets shot were all made by their factory.

‘Ding it is funny, you have to spend money to buy bullets to shoot yourself, funny?’

What's more, Xiaomao couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, fearing that one day he would eat the "peanuts" he bought

The most tragic thing is that he has not yet worked in the second year of junior high school, and he can't afford to buy a coffin if he wants to.

Then... Then why don't we stop talking... Afang didn't know that Xiaomao was so imaginative that she began to worry about her mother. It's really hard for them to encounter these bad things before the first generation of New China had grown up.

Yes, my mother will definitely be sad when she finds out. Your dad knows that he wants to fight with my dad. What if he can't beat him, will it be even more disastrous? Xiaomao nodded seriously

Nonsense! My dad is a seaman and has a very strong force, and my dad has a very powerful electric stick

Afang was very unhappy when she heard Xiaomao’s statement that “Your dad can’t beat my dad”, saying that his seaman father is not only strong but also has secret weapons.

Electric rod? Why haven’t I seen it before? Show me which boy doesn’t like to dance with swords and guns. When he heard the electric rod, he immediately asked to take a look

What to look at? It’s easy for us to come. What’s the best thing about this kind of watching more?

Afang blushed and wanted to get up, but Xiaomao refused: Wait a little longer, look at your mother's face and expression are so painful, how could she do such a thing so vigorously?

He felt very hot, hugging Afang's soft body and smelling the girl's body scent was very comfortable.

He couldn't help but move his body and let Afang get closer to him.

You, don't move, there is something hard on you that is pushing my butt

Afang protested, she was also very hot, but she thought it was the heat of summer; it had nothing to do with her heartbeat, it had nothing to do with seeing her mother and Uncle Guan, and it had nothing to do with being pushed by an unknown hard object on Xiaomao.

Xiaomao thinks it is related. He learned a new term today and was related to Afang; seeing what he shouldn't have seen is related to Afang; his little brother pressing her butt to make himself very comfortable and more related to Afang

He felt a fire burning below, his throat was dry, and everything was smoked; he wanted to kiss Afang like his father kissed Aunt Xiulan, but she covered her face and had to settle for the second best and start rubbing her thighs with her other hand.

Through the thin dress, he could feel the girl's body trembling like petals in the wind as his hands touched, becoming hotter, more intense, and less controlled.

The young man should be brave!

He vaguely remembered what Sanmao's cousin said, so the hand of the not-so-mature man rushed to the bottom of the skirt and wandered up like a snake along the slender calf.

Afang didn't dare to let out a sound, and her hands were completely closed and covered her face. She told herself that she didn't know anything, but she could clearly feel the little hooligan's hand starting to touch. She wanted to clamp her legs, but the hardness on her butt made her weak. She knew what it was. Her eldest sister and Wenwen told her

Fear, shame, curious, expectant, organized into a symphony in her head but not deafening, only to make people confused

It seemed that the shaking of her body became her only resistance, and her body curled up into a shrimp in his arms and was held back by him, caressed and pushed against...