Quick travel to save the erotic heroine (NP)

Save the silly white sweet heroine 46 in the modern meat text

It seemed like a great opportunity.

Luo leaned on the pillow and looked at Jian Xi, who was still sleeping beside him.

After doing it once in the study yesterday, the man carried her directly into the master bedroom, and ejaculated twice before hugging himself to sleep. At that time, I couldn't remember the surrounding situation, but now everything is very clear -

the phone is placed next to the pillow, it is the latest fruit mobile phone of the year, it is not equipped with FaceID, it can only be unlocked with fingerprints, and the man's hand is close at hand.

Pick up your phone, unlock it, and dial 110.

It only takes less than a minute for him to escape from this ghost place, and this man will also be ruined, and there will be no chance to make a move against Xu Qingqing.

She silently picked up her phone.

The man seemed to be unconscious.

Luo Fang lowered his head, looked at his face reflected on the dark mobile phone screen, and suddenly smiled. She didn't even press the power button, only poked the man's face with its rounded corners.

"Wake up. For breakfast, I want to eat raw fried.

Jian Xi's eyelashes trembled twice before she slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be looking at her in confusion, completely like waking up from a big dream.

"Also, this kind of superficial temptation will be avoided in the future.

Luo Fang sneered, she didn't believe that Jian Xi would really be so careless, this arrangement was deliberately suspicious.

The confusion in the man's eyes was suddenly put away, and he didn't pretend anymore. He took the phone from Luo Fang's hand, and after being exposed, he didn't look embarrassed at all, and even turned against the customer:

"Early in the morning, don't tease me.

Luo Fang had no intention of arguing with this person, and only repeated: "I want to eat raw fried for breakfast."

Jian Xi looked indifferent: "I won't do it."

"Don't you order takeout?" Luo Fang frowned, as if he couldn't imagine: "You won't live in the suburbs, right?"

Jian Xi was a little irritable rarely, but he couldn't figure out Luo Fang's current attitude, and the prisoner's consciousness was mixed with the kind of hostess that should be, subtle and close.

There was a vague premonition in his heart, just like when Luo Fang answered his first question in class—the girl was challenging herself.

This one-sided taming has changed its flavor, and

of course he can say no, and tell her that you are only my prisoner, and you are not qualified to pick and choose. But the hunter's pride and instinct made him realize that if he refused, then in Luo Fang's eyes, he would be nothing more than an ordinary man in the world, a vulgar and timid ordinary kidnapper.

This alone cannot be tolerated.

She didn't know the itinerary of the day after tomorrow, the balance of victory was still tilted in her favor, and his arrogance made him unable to fight.

The rules have been formulated between the eyes of the two people, this is a unique tacit understanding, Jian Xi bets that he can find out that something is wrong.

So he smiled and swiped his phone: "Which one do you want to eat?"

Luo Fang didn't pick: "It doesn't matter which one, just score high, the filling should be fresh shrimp, no sesame seeds, no green onions."

Jian Xi really picked a random order.

When the delivery man knocked on the door, Luo Fang was also very obedient and nested on the second floor. It wasn't until the man put on a mask, took the lunch box, tore up the list, and then closed the door that he put on a man's shirt, ran down happily, thanked him, and then hugged the takeout box to eat.

At both ends of the long dining table, two people sat opposite each other, Jian Xi bit the bread, omelette, milk, and Luo Fang hummed and stuffed the fried buns
into his mouth. 

She was probably really hungry, and she ate one and a half boxes of two boxes of raw fried fried food. In the end, she couldn't eat it anymore, and there was half a box left, so she sat next to Jian Xi with the lunch box, and forked one to Jian Xi's mouth.

"Eat one eat one and eat another.

"You paid for it. The

girl's smile was bright, not a little fake.

Jian Xi looked at Luo Fang like this, and felt that it was also very interesting for her to act like this, and couldn't help but be a little fascinated. He followed Luo Fang's wishes, bit one, chewed and swallowed it under her gaze, nodded, and commented:

"Not bad. It's

like an ordinary couple, but in fact - each has a ghost and a different dream in the same bed.

After breakfast, Luo Fang wanted to go around, but Jian Xi grabbed his arm. The man's eyes were gentle and deep with no doubt:

"Accompany me to practice."

Luo Fang was stunned, and he also understood that he had no right to bargain.

She saw the sun, ate takeout, and went from a cell where she didn't see the light of day to entering the house, which was presumptuous enough as a prisoner. So without the slightest objection, she smiled, took Jian Xi's hand, and went upstairs sweetly.

Fake, so fake, but the falsehood of mutual recognition is in line with a certain madness in Jian Xi's bones, and he is willing to act like this.

In the wide and bright piano room, as the man's fingers flicked and the beautiful sound poured out, the girl listened with no interest, yawned until the end of the song, and then applauded perfunctorily, and asked as a routine:

"What tune?"

"Debussy's moonlight. He replied simply, too, that a one-man show was boring, so he asked, "Is there any song you want to hear?"

Luo Fang thought for a long time, and said uncertainly: "I don't remember the name either, it's the paragraph in Journey to the West, and I quietly asked the holy monk's daughter if she is beautiful, can you play?"

Jian Xi didn't answer, only stretched out a hand and pressed the keys a few times, and the familiar tune suddenly sounded in the room, this was just something to coax laymen, but Luo Fang listened happily, and even approached curiously.

Jian Xi actually only roughly remembered the climax, and he didn't want to waste time for this kind of song, so he quickly stopped.

He looked at the bewildered girl, smiled, and said, "Come here."

Luo Fang obediently went over, and the man pressed the lid and let her sit on it.

The girl wore only a man's shirt, crossed two thin white legs, and generously sat on a stool with millions of Steinway.

The plain white girl and the black oily piano together create a poignant and beautiful beauty.

Luo Fang tilted his head and stared at Jian Xi, seeing that the man's eyes were gradually dyed with lust, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, he clapped his hands, and was frank and weird:

"I know, you want to fuck me on the piano. There

was a clear provocation in the girl's expression.

She's really grown, Jian Xi thought.

A sense of crisis inevitably rose in his heart, but more of the pleasure of meeting the opponent in chess, the man kissed it, ripped off the girl's thin shirt with one hand, and suddenly remembered the two lyrics of Sekilos's epitaph.

The next two days were all similar to the first day, until the third day, the day Jian Xi was scheduled to flee to Italy, when she got up in the morning, the man pinched her phone and asked her what she wanted to eat.

Luo Fang covered his mouth and yawned, his voice carrying the laziness of just getting up.

"Let's find a Cantonese morning tea.

"Don't put bamboo shoots in shrimp dumplings, don't put tangerine peel in beef balls, don't put shiitake mushrooms in glutinous rice chicken, oh, add a plate of egg powder." ——————