Goodbye Huo Jinting was three days later. She went home from evening study. As soon as she walked over the fifty-meter path to the entrance of her own alley, she saw a man and a woman leaning against the wall in the alley.
The street lights were old and the light was a little dim, but she could still see at a glance that the two were kissing, and the man's hand was leaning under the girl's short school skirt.
After Ye Sang was stunned for a moment, he flashed to the side of the wall, and his thick schoolbag was pressed against the slightly cool wall, holding his breath.
It seemed like someone was there just now.
When Ye Sang heard this sound, his heartbeat that had been accelerating suddenly missed.
Because she recognized from this voice that the person who was kissing a man in the alley at this moment was her neighbor for many years, Yang Ling, who was one year older than her.
After hearing the voices for more than ten years, Ye Sang felt that she would never admit her mistake. She also collected the little yellow manga in her house and lent it to her for observation.
Passing by.
The man simply responded to three words, his voice was low and heavy, with this hoarse and casual touch, which penetrated Ye Sang's ears. For some reason, her bones actually slimmer, and her arms and neck instantly got fine goosebumps.
No, someone is coming soon... well...
Refusal turned into a groan of wanting to refuse but still waiting. Ye Sang, hiding behind the wall, felt embarrassed and wanted to withdraw, but think about where she could withdraw?She has to go home!
She was still helpless, and the moan of ummill gradually turned into a low gasp suppressed in her throat, which was a little rapid and made her face blush and heartbeat.
Ye Sang's heart seemed to be hooked by something, and a strange feeling began to spread in his body, a little restless and uncomfortable, indescribable.
She clenched her fingertips, and for some reason, she turned sideways and looked carefully into the alley.
The picture was lewd. The man in a black shirt bent his shoulders and his head was buried in Yang Ling's chest. The size made Ye Sang think of the black cat who was entering a state of preparation for war.
His hands were hidden in Yang Ling's short school skirt, only revealing her forearm. Yang Ling, who was leaning against the wall, raised her head, tightly clutching the fabric on the shoulder of the man's shirt with one hand, and covering her mouth with the other.
Uh, the gasp that was undepressed was high-pitched, which made Ye Sang, who was a little stunned, come back to his senses and quickly retract his head.
I'm about to... I'm about to arrive...
Ye Sang pressed against the wall and stared blankly at the weeds that had grown on the roadside at some point. His body collapsed very tightly and his legs trembled slightly, but this did not stop the heat flow that hovered in her lower abdomen from oozing out from the most private place under her.
She could clearly feel the heat flow, the gentle, warmth, and the track of her underwear...
Don't go back tonight.
Um... no, no... Jinting?
The breathing that made people blush and heartbeat finally stopped, after the word "no".
After silence lasted for half a minute, Ye Sang heard the lighter ringing, and then Yang Ling asked: What's wrong with you?
nothing.The man's voice was faint.
After a few seconds of silence, Yang Ling's voice sounded again, soft and sweet, with a coquettish and pleasing taste.
Today is really not possible. On the weekend, I told my parents that I would go to my classmate’s house to sleep.
Um.The man just replied lightly, and then said: I'll leave first.
As soon as the man finished speaking, Ye Sang heard the footsteps.
She was still a little stupid and was shocked and was busy looking around and looking at where to hide.
However, although this fifty-meter path is narrow and long, the sides are as empty as ever. Apart from the black motorcycle parked at the entrance of the alley, there is not even a trash can. Where can I hide?
Just as Ye Sang was thinking about whether the man could run to the intersection of the road before he came out, he heard Yang Ling scream.
Alas
What else is there?
Will you pick me up tomorrow?
Two seconds of silence, yes.
Come at noon too?
right!that's all!You will know Moji again!
Ye Sang thought, pulled up the shoulder strap of his schoolbag with both hands, tried to lighten his steps, and ran quickly outside the path.
Ye Sang, who ran out of the trail, turned around the corner and ran for a while before stopping, then raised his head and gasped at the street lights that were brighter than in the alley.
As soon as she gasped, she heard the roar of the motorcycle and was shocked.
That motorcycle won't belong to that man, right?!
She was still thinking that the voice was approaching quickly, and she quickly turned around and walked back as if nothing had happened.
Soon, a black motorcycle rushed out of the trail, like a Mustang.
Ye Sang didn't want to see it, but the noise was too big. She stopped and raised her head, looking at the car was a complete instinctive reaction.
The front of the car turned violently, the rear wheel swept up dust. The man with the helmet glanced at Ye Sang, rode his bike away, and quickly disappeared into the night, but Ye Sang was still standing there.
After a while, Ye Sang looked at the direction where the motorcycle disappeared and raised his hand and patted his chest.
It's really his car, but fortunately I didn't hide in the car...
The street lights were old and the light was a little dim, but she could still see at a glance that the two were kissing, and the man's hand was leaning under the girl's short school skirt.
After Ye Sang was stunned for a moment, he flashed to the side of the wall, and his thick schoolbag was pressed against the slightly cool wall, holding his breath.
It seemed like someone was there just now.
When Ye Sang heard this sound, his heartbeat that had been accelerating suddenly missed.
Because she recognized from this voice that the person who was kissing a man in the alley at this moment was her neighbor for many years, Yang Ling, who was one year older than her.
After hearing the voices for more than ten years, Ye Sang felt that she would never admit her mistake. She also collected the little yellow manga in her house and lent it to her for observation.
Passing by.
The man simply responded to three words, his voice was low and heavy, with this hoarse and casual touch, which penetrated Ye Sang's ears. For some reason, her bones actually slimmer, and her arms and neck instantly got fine goosebumps.
No, someone is coming soon... well...
Refusal turned into a groan of wanting to refuse but still waiting. Ye Sang, hiding behind the wall, felt embarrassed and wanted to withdraw, but think about where she could withdraw?She has to go home!
She was still helpless, and the moan of ummill gradually turned into a low gasp suppressed in her throat, which was a little rapid and made her face blush and heartbeat.
Ye Sang's heart seemed to be hooked by something, and a strange feeling began to spread in his body, a little restless and uncomfortable, indescribable.
She clenched her fingertips, and for some reason, she turned sideways and looked carefully into the alley.
The picture was lewd. The man in a black shirt bent his shoulders and his head was buried in Yang Ling's chest. The size made Ye Sang think of the black cat who was entering a state of preparation for war.
His hands were hidden in Yang Ling's short school skirt, only revealing her forearm. Yang Ling, who was leaning against the wall, raised her head, tightly clutching the fabric on the shoulder of the man's shirt with one hand, and covering her mouth with the other.
Uh, the gasp that was undepressed was high-pitched, which made Ye Sang, who was a little stunned, come back to his senses and quickly retract his head.
I'm about to... I'm about to arrive...
Ye Sang pressed against the wall and stared blankly at the weeds that had grown on the roadside at some point. His body collapsed very tightly and his legs trembled slightly, but this did not stop the heat flow that hovered in her lower abdomen from oozing out from the most private place under her.
She could clearly feel the heat flow, the gentle, warmth, and the track of her underwear...
Don't go back tonight.
Um... no, no... Jinting?
The breathing that made people blush and heartbeat finally stopped, after the word "no".
After silence lasted for half a minute, Ye Sang heard the lighter ringing, and then Yang Ling asked: What's wrong with you?
nothing.The man's voice was faint.
After a few seconds of silence, Yang Ling's voice sounded again, soft and sweet, with a coquettish and pleasing taste.
Today is really not possible. On the weekend, I told my parents that I would go to my classmate’s house to sleep.
Um.The man just replied lightly, and then said: I'll leave first.
As soon as the man finished speaking, Ye Sang heard the footsteps.
She was still a little stupid and was shocked and was busy looking around and looking at where to hide.
However, although this fifty-meter path is narrow and long, the sides are as empty as ever. Apart from the black motorcycle parked at the entrance of the alley, there is not even a trash can. Where can I hide?
Just as Ye Sang was thinking about whether the man could run to the intersection of the road before he came out, he heard Yang Ling scream.
Alas
What else is there?
Will you pick me up tomorrow?
Two seconds of silence, yes.
Come at noon too?
right!that's all!You will know Moji again!
Ye Sang thought, pulled up the shoulder strap of his schoolbag with both hands, tried to lighten his steps, and ran quickly outside the path.
Ye Sang, who ran out of the trail, turned around the corner and ran for a while before stopping, then raised his head and gasped at the street lights that were brighter than in the alley.
As soon as she gasped, she heard the roar of the motorcycle and was shocked.
That motorcycle won't belong to that man, right?!
She was still thinking that the voice was approaching quickly, and she quickly turned around and walked back as if nothing had happened.
Soon, a black motorcycle rushed out of the trail, like a Mustang.
Ye Sang didn't want to see it, but the noise was too big. She stopped and raised her head, looking at the car was a complete instinctive reaction.
The front of the car turned violently, the rear wheel swept up dust. The man with the helmet glanced at Ye Sang, rode his bike away, and quickly disappeared into the night, but Ye Sang was still standing there.
After a while, Ye Sang looked at the direction where the motorcycle disappeared and raised his hand and patted his chest.
It's really his car, but fortunately I didn't hide in the car...
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