The Favored Little Flower Demon ( Quick Travel )

125 There is no such thing as a quiet time

125— There is no such thing as a quiet time, but it is a ghost carrying a heavy burden

【What the writer wants to say:】

Huanhuan: This heroine is so stupid that she can only go to Tianqiao to set up a stall. Fortunately, I didn't believe her nonsense!

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At the end of summer, the cicadas chirped one after another in the empty playground.

Perhaps it was the hugging that gave everyone courage, obviously to avoid death, but the 17 and 18-year-olds quickly put their fears behind them and just found the fun of a vacation.

Hundreds of people were scattered on the football field. Some were trembling and vigilant, some were sternly endorsing their books, some were drinking beer and playing cards, and some were unscrupulous and passionately dancing with their stereos.

At eleven or twelve o'clock at night, it was time to fall asleep.

These noises should have been criticized, even reported and recorded, but in the atmosphere of strong fear, they have become a reassuring lullaby.

The moment the sound stops, the sleeping person will suddenly wake up, wondering if they have escaped the protection of the group.

Under such circumstances, naturally no one paid attention to it, what kind of lust was burning in the goal.

This season, most people only brought a thin blanket, but in order to prevent mosquito bites, most of them slept covered from head to toe.

Only Yu Huan, clinging to the net, leaned against the "God of Sleep" Gu Xiu on the other side, covered with a quilt.

Whenever someone asked him if he was hot, he would always say that he was cold, or just stretch out a hand to let others see how low his body temperature was.

Everyone was amazed and envious of his miraculous physique, but they didn't know that the years that are warm in winter and cool in summer are not good, but he is just a ghost haunting the bed, "walking forward with weight".

How much does it weigh?

It is as heavy as the two jade legs of a seventeen-year-old boy!

Yu Huan grabbed the corner of the quilt, covering most of his face, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was lying flat on the blanket, wrapped in a quilt, with his legs bent.

But in fact, his two long legs are being carried on the shoulders of a certain lustful ghost, and the two petals of the buttocks are also being held by the ghost. Between the honey buttocks, the mysterious and beautiful petals and chrysanthemum holes , and was licked by a long tongue so that the flesh was flying and the water was flowing.

Others couldn't hear it, but Yu Huan himself could clearly hear how loud the ghost licking his hole was.

As if deliberately listening to him, the vigorous licking and sucking sounds of "sucking and sucking", and the eager swallowing sound of "gudong gudong" were continuously transmitted into the ears from the dark bed, making the boy's face flush with embarrassment , only dared to reveal a pair of eyes with wildly trembling eyelashes.

The young man deceived himself and wanted to hide himself, but the pleasure of being molested and invaded kept squeezing the oxygen in his body, making his breathing difficult, so he could only expose his mouth and take a big gulp of fresh air.

Unable to see, the other senses are undoubtedly sharpened.

The noise of the classmates playing was close to his ears, the boy bit his lip, groped with one hand, and stroked Li Gui's head buried deep between his legs, but it was not to refuse, but inserted into the other's hair as if to appease , gently massage.