Dog Man

"Dog Man" has no condoms

When Qiao Jiang was six years old, she went out to eat with Gao Jinlan.

There was a boy of the same age sitting at the same table. The two got into an argument over the last chicken leg. The boy’s mother said to give it to Qiao Jiang, and Gao Jinlan said to give it to the boy. That’s when Qiao Jiang moved.

She stood up and stretched her head over.

Took a bite on the chicken leg.

She still remembers the boy’s expression, aggrieved and angry. He pulled his mother’s sleeve and cried, “Mom! Mom!”

Qiao Jiang smiled happily.

Qiao Xinwei said that she has been bad since she was a child, and the badness shines through in her bones, just like her grandfather.

Qiao Jiang disagreed. She had always been very possessive of her own things, even the man she had just slept with last night.

Unless she doesn’t want her things and her people, there is no reason to give them to others.

The face of the woman in front of her had changed. She was shocked and stunned, and a series of expressions were alternately displayed on her face. Finally, she looked at Yan Zhao in disbelief, and her tone was extremely aggrieved: “Don’t you have a girlfriend? Are you lying? Me?!”

Yan Zhao remained silent, staring only at Qiao Jiang.

Qiao Jiang looked up at him. Under her peaked cap, her peach blossom eyes were beautiful and cold.

She stuffed the band-aid into his palm, took a big pear in Yan Zhao’s hand, lifted up Yan Zhao’s clothes and wiped the pear in front of the woman, then opened her mouth and took a bite.

The woman was still waiting for Yan Zhao to explain, when she saw Qiao Jiang lowered his head, picked up Yan Zhao’s hand, and spit the pear skin into his palm.

Even though his movements were ambiguous, Yan Zhao didn’t even move, as if he was used to it.

The woman couldn’t bear it anymore. She turned around and ran out without saying anything.

As soon as the woman left, Yan Zhao held Qiao Jiang’s chin and clamped her cheeks with three knuckles, forcing her to raise her face. The peel of the pear she had just spit out was still lying on his palm, and the peel rubbed softly. When it reached her chin, she frowned and tilted her head back slightly.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“What do you think?” She asked without answering.

Yan Zhao didn’t want to ask anything anymore. Qiao Jiang’s attitude said it all.

If he takes it seriously, that would be foolishness.

He has made a mistake once and will not do it a second time.

Yan Zhao glanced at her seriously, reached out to take the pear in her hand, and went to a small warehouse at the entrance of the Liyuan. It had a blue iron door and a space of less than ten square meters. There was a single spring bed and a small table. , there is an old-fashioned fan on the table, and under the table are picking tools, scissors, baskets, and folding ladders.

There was a raincoat and umbrella hanging on the wall.

He took the fruit knife from the table, turned on the fan, sat on the bed and started peeling the pears with skillful techniques. The pear skins hung down in circles, and he could hear the blade grinding the flesh in his ears. Crisp sound.

Qiao Jiang followed and sat down. The sheets were blue. When she lay down, she could see the light bulb above her head. It was a bit old.

The sheets are blue. In addition to the pillows, there are also flashlights on the bedside. There are various types, head-mounted, portable, and strap-on.

After Qiao Jiang looked at it, Yan Zhao had already peeled the pear and handed it over. After wiping his hands with a towel, he picked up a cup, squatted on the ground, and poured a large glass of water from a large pure water bucket.

Qiao Jiang bit a pear and watched him standing in front of him drinking water, his chin raised high, his Adam’s apple rolling, and water rolled down the corner of his mouth towards his Adam’s apple.

He lifted up his clothes and wiped his chin. The shark muscles on his waist undulated and formed as if they were breathing. If you look closely, you can see a few red nail marks.

Qiao Jiang stood up and reached out to touch the red marks. His warm fingertips caressed them, as if teasing them.

Yan Zhao pushed her against the wall. He pressed against her, his back lowered, his eyes level with hers, and his voice was rough and hoarse.

“I don’t have a condom here.”