If nervousness has color, it must be red.
Fortunately, her black pants are elastic.
Deng Xi put on the wet and cold private protection wipes, and Deng Xi took a breath and tightened the thin fingers holding his arm.
He seemed to be hot everywhere, and everywhere was hard. He tightened his arms and wiped away the sticky under her body restraintly.
The wet wipe was gently pressed against the clitoris, and the gravel felt obvious, rubbing Deng Xi's distractedness. The dampness continued to go down. The long finger wrapped in it penetrated into the sunken and slippery hole, hooked to wipe the moving water, and wiped the crotch of the underwear that was wet a small piece, then pulled out his hand.
What a shame.
Throwing the used wet wipes into the small black bag that had been prepared long ago, Meng Liang lowered his eyes and took out a thick handkerchief.
Wipe it dry and then it will be more comfortable.
Well, OK.
The big hand reached in again, and as soon as he stretched out his underwear, he was surrounded by the warm and humid breath. He was not pushed by the unfolded square thick paper and gently pressed against his vagina, trying to suck away the moisture.
Deng Xi leaned beside him, spreading his legs slightly to facilitate his movements. She pressed the soft tissue lightly. She thought a little, but it should be almost here, so it is more important to retain the energy and do serious things.
The lower part became dry and her eyelids were a little heavy, and she lost consciousness after half leaning against her broad chest.
When Anshun Village arrived, everyone woke up and stopped sleeping. Seeing that the volunteers in the car rubbed their heads and raised their heads, Sister Liu began to assign tasks. Anshun Village has a vegetable planting base, which is mainly short of rice, flour and oil, but every household lives in a relatively scattered manner. Later, there are two people in a group, and our bus puts you in the designated location, leaving 50 households of supplies. Each group cooperates with the village secretary or branch secretary to complete the task of distributing materials and registering the information of the recipient. All volunteers are free to team up and keep their mobile phones open at any time. Are you all clear?
The people in the car responded in unison, it was clear!
Deng Xi was naturally in the same group as Meng Liang. They were placed at the foot of the mountain and were responsible for the distribution of materials in this area. However, Secretary Wu was in a wheelchair, so he could only provide them with verbal guidance, and they could only complete the specific tasks themselves.
Young man, little girl, there are many elderly people living alone and left-behind children. Nearly half of the 50 households are in this situation. Please send it to me personally, but I only have an old bicycle. I haven't used it for a long time. I don't know if it can be used.
Meng Liang followed Secretary Wu's instructions to move the old bicycle out of the warehouse. It looked old, but the body and parts were polished shiny, which shows the owner's love for it.
Staying here is even heavier, and you need to carry rice, flour and oil into the box, bent back and forth, it is very useless. He pondered for a while and looked at her and said: Do you want to send supplies?
Deng Xi was not strong enough, so she could pick up her pounds and responded: OK, I'll give it to you, but you're alone...
Although he is indeed young and strong, there are too many supplies.
It doesn't matter, I can, you can wait a moment, I will pack the supplies.
Secretary Wu gave the map. The map looked a bit old, and the paper was bristled. People who needed delivery were marked clearly. There were 23 households, but the bicycles were at most three boxes of supplies at a time. Deng Xi pinched the map and thought about the route. When he saw him take out the box, he carefully put the map in his pocket and took the tape to seal the box.
His voice is very low, but his mouth shape has not changed. Don’t send supplies into the yard, just put them at the door. If there is anything wrong, don’t worry about the things and just ride a bike.
Deng Xi was stunned. She really didn't expect so much, and she kept sealing the box in her hand. OK, I will pay attention.
Not afraid of ten thousand, just fear of one.
Fortunately, the villagers here are simple and immediately walked to the door to get it when they heard the knock on the door. It would be a coincidence if it was a few families, but it would be a bit strange for every family to do so.
The last family in the fourth trip was a grandma. Her hair was gray and her eyes were wrinkled into deep ravines. Even if she was leaning on a crutch, she had to come out to get supplies by herself. She couldn't bear it and said thank you. Grandma who turned around and was about to enter the house. Grandma, let me carry you in.
Grandma turned around slowly to look at her and spoke a slap Mandarin. Thank you, good girl. The village chief said that he should not delay the volunteer time. He should finish it quickly and go home early to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Grandma wishes you good luck and good luck.
She didn't hear the last sentence clearly, and she was stunned and replied: OK, thank you.
I almost forgot that today is Mid-Autumn Festival.
After all the twenty-three households were delivered, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. Deng Xi was so tired that her thighs were sore and painful. She even felt weak when she stepped on the pedals up the slope, and her legs were weak. There were large deep marks on the gray clothes on her back.
Too tired.
Fortunately, she had dinner halfway through, otherwise she might have fainted at noon in the scorching sun.
The bicycle squeaked and swayed on the dry land.
There was only one box of supplies left at Secretary Wu’s door. The boy ran out to greet her. I’ll dry water for you and stay in the house.
You packed it quite quickly. Did Sister Liu say when did she leave?Her voice was weak and her legs were soft like mud.
I didn't say that, but there were still households on the mountain, who were two children and couldn't ride a bicycle. I ran to send it to the delivery and it should be possible to come back in more than half an hour.
I'll be with you.
Fortunately, her black pants are elastic.
Deng Xi put on the wet and cold private protection wipes, and Deng Xi took a breath and tightened the thin fingers holding his arm.
He seemed to be hot everywhere, and everywhere was hard. He tightened his arms and wiped away the sticky under her body restraintly.
The wet wipe was gently pressed against the clitoris, and the gravel felt obvious, rubbing Deng Xi's distractedness. The dampness continued to go down. The long finger wrapped in it penetrated into the sunken and slippery hole, hooked to wipe the moving water, and wiped the crotch of the underwear that was wet a small piece, then pulled out his hand.
What a shame.
Throwing the used wet wipes into the small black bag that had been prepared long ago, Meng Liang lowered his eyes and took out a thick handkerchief.
Wipe it dry and then it will be more comfortable.
Well, OK.
The big hand reached in again, and as soon as he stretched out his underwear, he was surrounded by the warm and humid breath. He was not pushed by the unfolded square thick paper and gently pressed against his vagina, trying to suck away the moisture.
Deng Xi leaned beside him, spreading his legs slightly to facilitate his movements. She pressed the soft tissue lightly. She thought a little, but it should be almost here, so it is more important to retain the energy and do serious things.
The lower part became dry and her eyelids were a little heavy, and she lost consciousness after half leaning against her broad chest.
When Anshun Village arrived, everyone woke up and stopped sleeping. Seeing that the volunteers in the car rubbed their heads and raised their heads, Sister Liu began to assign tasks. Anshun Village has a vegetable planting base, which is mainly short of rice, flour and oil, but every household lives in a relatively scattered manner. Later, there are two people in a group, and our bus puts you in the designated location, leaving 50 households of supplies. Each group cooperates with the village secretary or branch secretary to complete the task of distributing materials and registering the information of the recipient. All volunteers are free to team up and keep their mobile phones open at any time. Are you all clear?
The people in the car responded in unison, it was clear!
Deng Xi was naturally in the same group as Meng Liang. They were placed at the foot of the mountain and were responsible for the distribution of materials in this area. However, Secretary Wu was in a wheelchair, so he could only provide them with verbal guidance, and they could only complete the specific tasks themselves.
Young man, little girl, there are many elderly people living alone and left-behind children. Nearly half of the 50 households are in this situation. Please send it to me personally, but I only have an old bicycle. I haven't used it for a long time. I don't know if it can be used.
Meng Liang followed Secretary Wu's instructions to move the old bicycle out of the warehouse. It looked old, but the body and parts were polished shiny, which shows the owner's love for it.
Staying here is even heavier, and you need to carry rice, flour and oil into the box, bent back and forth, it is very useless. He pondered for a while and looked at her and said: Do you want to send supplies?
Deng Xi was not strong enough, so she could pick up her pounds and responded: OK, I'll give it to you, but you're alone...
Although he is indeed young and strong, there are too many supplies.
It doesn't matter, I can, you can wait a moment, I will pack the supplies.
Secretary Wu gave the map. The map looked a bit old, and the paper was bristled. People who needed delivery were marked clearly. There were 23 households, but the bicycles were at most three boxes of supplies at a time. Deng Xi pinched the map and thought about the route. When he saw him take out the box, he carefully put the map in his pocket and took the tape to seal the box.
His voice is very low, but his mouth shape has not changed. Don’t send supplies into the yard, just put them at the door. If there is anything wrong, don’t worry about the things and just ride a bike.
Deng Xi was stunned. She really didn't expect so much, and she kept sealing the box in her hand. OK, I will pay attention.
Not afraid of ten thousand, just fear of one.
Fortunately, the villagers here are simple and immediately walked to the door to get it when they heard the knock on the door. It would be a coincidence if it was a few families, but it would be a bit strange for every family to do so.
The last family in the fourth trip was a grandma. Her hair was gray and her eyes were wrinkled into deep ravines. Even if she was leaning on a crutch, she had to come out to get supplies by herself. She couldn't bear it and said thank you. Grandma who turned around and was about to enter the house. Grandma, let me carry you in.
Grandma turned around slowly to look at her and spoke a slap Mandarin. Thank you, good girl. The village chief said that he should not delay the volunteer time. He should finish it quickly and go home early to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Grandma wishes you good luck and good luck.
She didn't hear the last sentence clearly, and she was stunned and replied: OK, thank you.
I almost forgot that today is Mid-Autumn Festival.
After all the twenty-three households were delivered, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. Deng Xi was so tired that her thighs were sore and painful. She even felt weak when she stepped on the pedals up the slope, and her legs were weak. There were large deep marks on the gray clothes on her back.
Too tired.
Fortunately, she had dinner halfway through, otherwise she might have fainted at noon in the scorching sun.
The bicycle squeaked and swayed on the dry land.
There was only one box of supplies left at Secretary Wu’s door. The boy ran out to greet her. I’ll dry water for you and stay in the house.
You packed it quite quickly. Did Sister Liu say when did she leave?Her voice was weak and her legs were soft like mud.
I didn't say that, but there were still households on the mountain, who were two children and couldn't ride a bicycle. I ran to send it to the delivery and it should be possible to come back in more than half an hour.
I'll be with you.
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