The Vicious Beauty is Criticized by Many (H)

Pressing the labia, playing with the tender pixie between the legs with fingers

Pressing the labia, playing with the tender pixie between the legs with fingers, threatening to go to bed with nude photos, and drama

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The trees outside the window are shaded, and golden spots shine through the clouds on the desks. The teacher stands on the podium, and his voice gradually becomes ethereal.

The surrounding suddenly became silent, and all eyes were focused on Jiang Rubai. Jiang Rubai was stunned for a moment and glanced at the teacher on the podium. The teacher emphasized the question again. After Jiang Rubai answered, he sat down. Everyone looked away and began to whisper. discussion.

After class, the teacher called Jiang Rubai to the office and asked Jiang Rubai cordially if anything had happened. If he had any difficulties, he must report to the teacher. If the teacher could help, he would help. It was not until the bell rang that Jiang Rubai returned to the classroom.

Wen Jin seemed to have never hit anyone before. He had no skill in hitting people and did not hurt others. Instead, his palms were numb from the shock. The palm marks on his face had completely disappeared and no trace could be seen. Jiang Rubai turned his head and looked at I thought silently about the reflection on the glass window.

The impact of that incident was extraordinary for Jiang Rubai. During class, while eating, and sometimes even in his dreams, he would dream about what happened that night, how Wen Jin peeled off the Yin with his hands. When the lips reveal the scarlet flesh inside, he will wake up and be sweating profusely, and then he will not be able to sleep all night long.

He looked up information about intersex people on Baidu, and there was very little information on the web. He only knew that it was a gender deformity caused by abnormal differentiation during embryonic development.

The night was dim, and the pale yellow light from the mobile phone screen shone on Jiang Rubai's face. He closed his eyes and turned off the phone, thinking that he should put it down instead of worrying about it.

Just forget it.

During this period, he met Wen Jin once in school. Wen Jin was surrounded by people, his delicate brows were furrowed, and his amber-clear pupils exuded a cold chill. Wen Jin was so happy that he actually put his arms around Wen Jin's neck. They were as close as brothers, but their eyes were very revealing.

Jiang Rubai's eyes were fixed on the slender snow-white skin and that annoying face. The fiery gaze almost seemed to set the neck on fire. Wen Jin smiled, and Jiang Rubai subconsciously clenched his fists.

Jiang Rubai also knew that he was the son of another family.

Somehow, Jiang Rubai felt that the smile on Wen Jin's face and that person were a bit dazzling, so he disappeared into the crowd before anyone noticed him.

Wen Jin saw Jiang Rubai walking away from a distance, with a playful look on his face. Zhou Zang followed Wen Jin's line of sight, but saw nothing, "Xiao Jin, what are you looking at?"

Hearing this, Wenjin withdrew his gaze, and a glimmer of light appeared in his clear pupils, with a cunning expression like a little fox. Zhou Zang looked at that beautiful and noble face, his cheeks were a little red, and he whispered, "Xiaojin let's go!"

Their families are family friends. Zhou Zang liked to play with Wen Jin since he was a child, and it was no exception when he grew up. In his eyes, Wen Jin was very beautiful. When he was young, Zhou Zang's parents would tease Zhou Zang, saying that Wen Jin looked like his daughter-in-law. Like a child, he should arrange a baby kiss. Everyone laughed at that time, but he shyly hid in the room.

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Jiang Rubai went to the cemetery on the weekend. He held a bouquet of white alyssum and stood in front of the tombstone. He looked at the young and beautiful woman on the tombstone with a somewhat desolate look in his eyes. The tombstone was clean and the weeds around it were clean. The repairs were very good. Today is the memorial day of his mother Jiang Hui. He brushed off a thin layer of dust on the monument.

"Mom, I'm doing very well recently, you don't have to worry about me."

"..."

Jiang Rubai stood here looking at the tombstone for a long time, then turned and left. Not long after, a middle-aged man in a white suit held the same fragrant snow orchid and placed it in front of the monument.

The man was sincere and his expression was as familiar as that of an old friend, "Xiaohui..."

The man stayed for a while before reluctantly leaving.

There was a trace of fire cloud left in the sky, and it was red and bright. After seeing the man leaving in the car, Jiang Rubai walked out from behind the tree. He went to the registration office and saw the name he wanted to see.

Wenyan

Jiang Rubai closed his eyes, and the inextricable information in his mind gradually condensed, making his thoughts clearer. The same surname, the inexplicable hatred, he was too far away just now, and he didn't hear clearly what the man said, but Looking at the expression on the man's face, it seemed that it was not that simple. So Wenjin did that to him because of his father that night.

After going down the mountain, Jiang Rubai was about to take a taxi. Suddenly, a black car suddenly turned on its dazzling flashlights. Jiang Rubai squinted his eyes to block the light with his hands. The car actually came straight towards Jiang Rubai. The tires and floor reacted violently. The harsh sound left traces and irritated the eardrums. Only a few centimeters away from hitting Jiang Rubai, the car window automatically lowered.

Wen Jin said in a calm voice, "Come up."

Wen Jin didn't look very good, and his beautiful eyes were full of anger. Jiang Rubai left without thinking. It was not a good thing to see Wen Jin here. He must have followed Wen Yan to get here. Come on, he doesn't know what Wen Jin will do.

He walked a few steps and suddenly stopped. A message popped up on the phone page. He opened the phone and saw the picture sent to him by a stranger. The moment he saw the picture, his mind exploded.

In the picture, he was naked and covered with lustful liquid. There was a video that lasted for more than ten minutes. Jiang Rubai didn't dare to click on it. He stepped back angrily and looked at Wen Jin, saying word by word, "You What on earth do you want to do? "

"I'm in a bad mood and want to sleep with you. I'll be happy if you feel uncomfortable."

There was only one thought in Jiang Rubai's mind, that Wen Jin was crazy. He wanted to say something else, but Wen Jin's expression changed, "I advise you to get in the car, otherwise I will regret it and your picture will be posted on the notice."

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Wen Jin took him to a hotel. As soon as he entered the hotel, Wen Jin frowned and said, "I'll give you ten minutes to clean up."

Jiang Rubai's hand hanging by his leg was tightly held, and the nails around his fingernails were white from exertion. He entered the bathroom and punched the wall with his fist. Sooner or later, he would return it.

The last time Wen Jin sat down, it hurt for several days. Maybe the foreplay wasn't good enough last time.

This time Wen Jin took off his pants, opened his legs, and faced the bathroom with the door wide open. He inserted his fingers into the tender hole, and rubbed the fingertips with great force The moment his fingers pressed down on the small and moist vagina, Wen Jin's breath stagnated, his pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist-colored water, and his toes curled up hard.

The sound of gurgling water in the bathroom stopped at some point. When Jiang Rubai came out, he saw Wen Jin playing with the tender balls on his legs. The scene of the last time they had sex was vividly in front of him, and Jiang Rubai couldn't help but feel impatient.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, Wen Jin noticed Jiang Rubai, his expression changed, and he waved to Jiang Rubai, "Come here."