Before the car could be driven out, Han Cheng suddenly felt a hint of boredom and shame in her heart. He was shocked. He was just looking at her secretly. How could she feel this way?
But then the woman leaned towards him, and the legs of the two were also touched together. Seeing her face completely blushed, she was extremely angry but she was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to speak out. Han Cheng knew that something was wrong behind her, and probably she had encountered a pervert.
Han Cheng glanced behind her. The man in his thirties looked out the window as if nothing had happened. He held the bar on it with one hand and placed the other under him. He was very excited, and his lust was very high. He was complacent for his invasion of such a stunning woman.
Seeing such a beautiful woman being violated by a vulgar man, a sense of nameless anger arose in his heart. He stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the woman's waist, grabbed the strange hand and wrist that was touching the woman's butt. He exerted forcefully. The man behind him suddenly showed a painful expression, but did not dare to scream. He quickly took a small step back to separate the woman from the woman. Han Cheng stared at him, and his sharp eyes pierced into his heart like a substance, making him feel fear and unable to think of resisting. When Han Cheng let go of his hand, his hand seemed to be broken, and two hideous black fingerprints were left on his wrist. The man did not dare to act rashly, and he endured the pain and shrank behind him and did not dare to move.
Han Cheng took the opportunity to put his hand on the woman's waist, and the woman shrank and frowned slightly.
I will help you block the person behind you and will not let him bully you.Han Cheng looked at her slightly blushing cheeks and said softly.
The woman looked at the child in front of her strangely, and the words she said were as mature as adults. She felt a little funny, but she forgot the hand that was still on her waist, and she had no thoughts of disgust.
Han Cheng was honest. Even if his hand was placed on her waist, he would not move. However, despite this, he felt her slender waist through the wool sweater and smelled the scent of the shampoo fragrance of her hair. Han Cheng's heart beat faster. Before the reincarnation, he was a passionate seed. Now he returned to 1990s and happened to practice the Jade Tendon Sutra. Han Cheng is now not immune to the beauty.
The woman saw the half-aged child in front of her trying to protect herself in the crowded crowd, and she felt a little moved. Although she couldn't say she had any good feelings for him, she was not disgusted. Instead, she felt very safe. In short, she felt very strange.
Her hands were still placed in front, protecting her upright breasts and pressing against Han Cheng's chest.
Even though Han Cheng could feel the amazing elasticity of her breasts through her hands, he thought a lot in his heart, and hugged her closer to him through the crowded crowd, pressed her hand against her waist and pressed her lightly. Before she could react, she left again, just pressed her clothes outside.
After the car passed the Jinsha River Bridge, there were fewer talents. Han Cheng protected her and squeezed into a seat for two people and sat down separately. However, Han Cheng still enjoyed what he had just looked like and was a little reluctant to leave.
After sitting down, neither of them spoke. The woman's face still had a blush that had not faded. It was particularly charming against the morning sun. She just stared at the front in a daze, humming a song gently in her mouth. It turned out to be BEYOND. It seemed that she was really special.
You like BEYOND songs.Han Cheng turned to look at her and found the topic.
I like you, those eyes are moving and the laughter is more charming. I wish I could do it anymore, caress you, that cute face... A song likes you, sings in Han Cheng's mouth. In that era, Cantonese songs were not particularly popular in the mainland. In 1988, more than half of the people left in less than half of the time. The situation improved in 1990. Everyone began to love Hong Kong pop music, but not many people could sing in authentic Cantonese. Han Cheng particularly liked BEYOND's songs when he was in college. He could sing almost every song and sang very well.
The woman turned her head with interest and looked at the boy in front of her, with a moving light shining in her eyes. You also like BEYOND, and she sang very well!
Well, I really like it!The BEYOND song reflects a kind of soul struggle in the process of pursuing faith, a struggle expressed in the face of extreme dilemma, and an incentive for people who pursue ideals.
For Ka Kui's music, it is not enough to just listen to his songs. Behind each song, there is a great soul fighting against life and working tirelessly. The joys, sorrows and sorrows of this soul are deeply imprinted in his works. Therefore, Ka Kui's works are so plump and flesh and blood, so some people compare him to the music scene to Lu Xun's literary scene.Because what is deeply reflected in them is the humanistic spirit.Han Cheng looked at the woman's clear eyes and sighed slightly. It's probably not been a few years...
What?What has been a few years?The woman asked strangely.
Haha, nothing!It would be great if I had the chance to see their concert.Han Cheng sighed that Ka Kui completed his last performance in Japan three years later, and his death was a pity for the world. If he had the chance, Han Cheng really wanted to meet this legendary figure in the music industry.
real!I also think, if you have the chance, let’s go together!The woman seemed to have ignored Han Cheng's age, and after she said it, she smiled awkwardly, "Haha, you are still a child!"
The woman's happy look was really charming, her upright breasts trembled slightly, and Han Cheng's eyes couldn't help but press against the graceful shape on her chest, not wanting to move away.
The woman noticed Han Cheng's stabbing gaze, frowned, cursing the little pervert in her heart, but she couldn't have any resentment.
Han Cheng was shameless, moved his gaze away, and smiled at her, "My name is Han Cheng, where are you?"Maybe there is a chance!
My name is Xie Ling. Are you in junior high school or high school?After Han Cheng's eyes moved away, Xie Ling felt more relaxed. While answering, she turned her head and looked at Han Cheng curiously.
Does it matter?Are you going to school, too?Han Cheng rolled his eyes, turned his head and looked ahead, not wanting to say anything.
If you don't say it, forget it.I am in a college in Pinyuan, studying management, and I have time to come and play.Xie Ling had a good impression of Han Cheng and invited him.
However, she did not tell her address, and the obvious lack of sincerity made Han Cheng a little depressed and it was difficult to ask questions again. She had to change the topic and chatted one by one. She was tired of chatting, so Han Cheng leaned on the chair, hummed BEYOND's song, closed his eyes to calm down.
After a while, Han Cheng's mind suddenly blurred and he hurriedly opened his eyes. What caught his eye was a red wall and a big bed. The difference was that there was an extra desk and chair next to the wall in front of the bed, which seemed to be something on it. Han Cheng couldn't help but feel depressed. How could he enter the Zen realm like this?
Han Cheng looked up and down at himself, naked, with no inch inches, his penis hung under his crotch with no strength. He did not get high erect like the previous two times he came in, and no woman appeared in the room. He had sex with frantically as soon as he came in, and he had never looked at the room carefully.
Taking this opportunity, Han Cheng looked carefully in the room, and Han Cheng was also quite curious about what kind of existence it was.
First of all, Han Cheng felt that the unusual but not the extra desk, but the four pink walls. The whole wall was covered with strange patterns, and they were not repeated. When he approached, he was a wall composed of small bricks. The patterns on each brick were not repeated, exuding a simple and mysterious feeling.
Han Cheng felt something in his heart, but he couldn't grasp anything. He had to think about it and stretched out and gently touched the brick surface. The tentacles were cold, but they looked like metal. The patterns on it were printed inside, but when they touched the cool and smooth surface, Han Cheng was a little surprised. There was no gap between the bricks, and there was only a faint light. With his more than 20 years of experience, he could not tell what material this was and what craftsmanship it had to be used to make such things.
Suddenly, Han Cheng widened his eyes and looked at the incredible bricks, as if air was flowing. A faint blurry rune appeared, but he couldn't see clearly. After watching for a while, Han Cheng felt a little dizzy. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, suppressed his curiosity and walked along the wall. As soon as he walked through one wall, he found that the bricks at the corner of the next wall were a little different. There was no such small brick as the size of a door, and there was no trace. It was just a pink piece, blending into the wall next to him. If he didn't get close, he couldn't tell anything.
But then the woman leaned towards him, and the legs of the two were also touched together. Seeing her face completely blushed, she was extremely angry but she was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to speak out. Han Cheng knew that something was wrong behind her, and probably she had encountered a pervert.
Han Cheng glanced behind her. The man in his thirties looked out the window as if nothing had happened. He held the bar on it with one hand and placed the other under him. He was very excited, and his lust was very high. He was complacent for his invasion of such a stunning woman.
Seeing such a beautiful woman being violated by a vulgar man, a sense of nameless anger arose in his heart. He stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the woman's waist, grabbed the strange hand and wrist that was touching the woman's butt. He exerted forcefully. The man behind him suddenly showed a painful expression, but did not dare to scream. He quickly took a small step back to separate the woman from the woman. Han Cheng stared at him, and his sharp eyes pierced into his heart like a substance, making him feel fear and unable to think of resisting. When Han Cheng let go of his hand, his hand seemed to be broken, and two hideous black fingerprints were left on his wrist. The man did not dare to act rashly, and he endured the pain and shrank behind him and did not dare to move.
Han Cheng took the opportunity to put his hand on the woman's waist, and the woman shrank and frowned slightly.
I will help you block the person behind you and will not let him bully you.Han Cheng looked at her slightly blushing cheeks and said softly.
The woman looked at the child in front of her strangely, and the words she said were as mature as adults. She felt a little funny, but she forgot the hand that was still on her waist, and she had no thoughts of disgust.
Han Cheng was honest. Even if his hand was placed on her waist, he would not move. However, despite this, he felt her slender waist through the wool sweater and smelled the scent of the shampoo fragrance of her hair. Han Cheng's heart beat faster. Before the reincarnation, he was a passionate seed. Now he returned to 1990s and happened to practice the Jade Tendon Sutra. Han Cheng is now not immune to the beauty.
The woman saw the half-aged child in front of her trying to protect herself in the crowded crowd, and she felt a little moved. Although she couldn't say she had any good feelings for him, she was not disgusted. Instead, she felt very safe. In short, she felt very strange.
Her hands were still placed in front, protecting her upright breasts and pressing against Han Cheng's chest.
Even though Han Cheng could feel the amazing elasticity of her breasts through her hands, he thought a lot in his heart, and hugged her closer to him through the crowded crowd, pressed her hand against her waist and pressed her lightly. Before she could react, she left again, just pressed her clothes outside.
After the car passed the Jinsha River Bridge, there were fewer talents. Han Cheng protected her and squeezed into a seat for two people and sat down separately. However, Han Cheng still enjoyed what he had just looked like and was a little reluctant to leave.
After sitting down, neither of them spoke. The woman's face still had a blush that had not faded. It was particularly charming against the morning sun. She just stared at the front in a daze, humming a song gently in her mouth. It turned out to be BEYOND. It seemed that she was really special.
You like BEYOND songs.Han Cheng turned to look at her and found the topic.
I like you, those eyes are moving and the laughter is more charming. I wish I could do it anymore, caress you, that cute face... A song likes you, sings in Han Cheng's mouth. In that era, Cantonese songs were not particularly popular in the mainland. In 1988, more than half of the people left in less than half of the time. The situation improved in 1990. Everyone began to love Hong Kong pop music, but not many people could sing in authentic Cantonese. Han Cheng particularly liked BEYOND's songs when he was in college. He could sing almost every song and sang very well.
The woman turned her head with interest and looked at the boy in front of her, with a moving light shining in her eyes. You also like BEYOND, and she sang very well!
Well, I really like it!The BEYOND song reflects a kind of soul struggle in the process of pursuing faith, a struggle expressed in the face of extreme dilemma, and an incentive for people who pursue ideals.
For Ka Kui's music, it is not enough to just listen to his songs. Behind each song, there is a great soul fighting against life and working tirelessly. The joys, sorrows and sorrows of this soul are deeply imprinted in his works. Therefore, Ka Kui's works are so plump and flesh and blood, so some people compare him to the music scene to Lu Xun's literary scene.Because what is deeply reflected in them is the humanistic spirit.Han Cheng looked at the woman's clear eyes and sighed slightly. It's probably not been a few years...
What?What has been a few years?The woman asked strangely.
Haha, nothing!It would be great if I had the chance to see their concert.Han Cheng sighed that Ka Kui completed his last performance in Japan three years later, and his death was a pity for the world. If he had the chance, Han Cheng really wanted to meet this legendary figure in the music industry.
real!I also think, if you have the chance, let’s go together!The woman seemed to have ignored Han Cheng's age, and after she said it, she smiled awkwardly, "Haha, you are still a child!"
The woman's happy look was really charming, her upright breasts trembled slightly, and Han Cheng's eyes couldn't help but press against the graceful shape on her chest, not wanting to move away.
The woman noticed Han Cheng's stabbing gaze, frowned, cursing the little pervert in her heart, but she couldn't have any resentment.
Han Cheng was shameless, moved his gaze away, and smiled at her, "My name is Han Cheng, where are you?"Maybe there is a chance!
My name is Xie Ling. Are you in junior high school or high school?After Han Cheng's eyes moved away, Xie Ling felt more relaxed. While answering, she turned her head and looked at Han Cheng curiously.
Does it matter?Are you going to school, too?Han Cheng rolled his eyes, turned his head and looked ahead, not wanting to say anything.
If you don't say it, forget it.I am in a college in Pinyuan, studying management, and I have time to come and play.Xie Ling had a good impression of Han Cheng and invited him.
However, she did not tell her address, and the obvious lack of sincerity made Han Cheng a little depressed and it was difficult to ask questions again. She had to change the topic and chatted one by one. She was tired of chatting, so Han Cheng leaned on the chair, hummed BEYOND's song, closed his eyes to calm down.
After a while, Han Cheng's mind suddenly blurred and he hurriedly opened his eyes. What caught his eye was a red wall and a big bed. The difference was that there was an extra desk and chair next to the wall in front of the bed, which seemed to be something on it. Han Cheng couldn't help but feel depressed. How could he enter the Zen realm like this?
Han Cheng looked up and down at himself, naked, with no inch inches, his penis hung under his crotch with no strength. He did not get high erect like the previous two times he came in, and no woman appeared in the room. He had sex with frantically as soon as he came in, and he had never looked at the room carefully.
Taking this opportunity, Han Cheng looked carefully in the room, and Han Cheng was also quite curious about what kind of existence it was.
First of all, Han Cheng felt that the unusual but not the extra desk, but the four pink walls. The whole wall was covered with strange patterns, and they were not repeated. When he approached, he was a wall composed of small bricks. The patterns on each brick were not repeated, exuding a simple and mysterious feeling.
Han Cheng felt something in his heart, but he couldn't grasp anything. He had to think about it and stretched out and gently touched the brick surface. The tentacles were cold, but they looked like metal. The patterns on it were printed inside, but when they touched the cool and smooth surface, Han Cheng was a little surprised. There was no gap between the bricks, and there was only a faint light. With his more than 20 years of experience, he could not tell what material this was and what craftsmanship it had to be used to make such things.
Suddenly, Han Cheng widened his eyes and looked at the incredible bricks, as if air was flowing. A faint blurry rune appeared, but he couldn't see clearly. After watching for a while, Han Cheng felt a little dizzy. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, suppressed his curiosity and walked along the wall. As soon as he walked through one wall, he found that the bricks at the corner of the next wall were a little different. There was no such small brick as the size of a door, and there was no trace. It was just a pink piece, blending into the wall next to him. If he didn't get close, he couldn't tell anything.
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