MTL - Take It Easy-Chapter 143 smell

Femininity that makes me want to open my mouth and spread my legs.

Zhou Yi was so drunk that she only had a little consciousness related to Mu Qinglin. As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately stopped.

Mu Qinglin lowered her eyes and looked at Zhou Yi's slightly opened mouth for a while, then propped up the arm that was under her pillow, and gently squeezed the back of her neck, "What do you want to do with me?"

Zhou Yi didn't say a word, being teased by the hot and humid breath falling on her face and lips, she just wanted to get close to her.

Mu Qinglin couldn't stand a drunk man messing around in a disorderly manner, turned over and pressed her, pulled her hand out and put it on the pillow, kissed her wet lips, and said, "Just put it here, don't move!" .”

Zhou Yi probably understood it, and listened to it, but his drunken mind was so dull that he couldn't remember to resist, so that no matter how difficult the later process was, his hands were always placed there in a regular manner, and he didn't dare to move.

Obedient girls will be rewarded.

She looked up at Mu Qinglin's dark and moist eyes, she opened and closed them, closed them and opened them again, with difficulty visible to the naked eye.

Her soft body is as light as duckweed, rippling and undulating on the calm water.

The water passes through the forest, and stands on both sides of Mu Qinglin. She is like a destined person who has strayed into the depths of the Peach Blossom Spring. She is patiently and pleasantly surprised to explore inside, slowly disturbing the sleeping stream.

Zhou Yi was slowly pushed by the ripples on the water surface, and her eyelashes were wet.

Not long after, she finally couldn't hold back, and suddenly clenched Mu Qinglin's wrist, which was propped on one side, blood color quickly spread from her cheeks to her whole body.

—

The next day, the two woke up early to pack their things.

Mu Qinglin only had one suitcase, and it was done in a few minutes.

Zhou Yi has been here for nearly five years, and she has a lot of things.

Han Qiu passed by the door and saw the scene where Zhou Yi had no way to do anything, so he stopped and said, "If you can't take it away, put it away first, there won't be new people living in this room for a while. Besides, there will be a documentary later." It’s not a matter of a day or two, even if you don’t come with me, you can leave the room to Mu Qinglin, it’s better than her living in a tent, or going back and forth for seven or eight hours a day.”

Zhou Yi was enlightened, and in less than ten minutes, he piled clothes, sketchbooks, and a few small things into the suitcase, and was about to close them and zip them.

Mu Qinglin called Zhou Yi from behind, threw the gaudy document bag that Fu Xiao had approved by her hand, and said, "Take this."

Zhou Yi's chest trembled, he looked at the plane ticket inside and said, "When did you see it?"

Mu Qinglin was still looking for something important but not easy to find, and said frankly after hearing the sound: "When I first came here."

"You..." Zhou Yi opened his mouth and forgot, not knowing what he wanted to ask.

Mu Qinglin didn't make a sound when she saw it so early, she must have already guessed the meaning of these tickets to her.

Zhou Yi thought to himself.

I soon got confirmation from Mu Qinglin, "I know where you were and what you were doing during the six months you were not here, and I also guessed the reason why you went back and forth between Jiangping and here every Spring Festival in the future."

Mu Qinglin came over with a pencil that Zhou Yi had almost used up, squatted next to her, and looked for a place to stuff it in the suitcase, "In those years, I was either on duty in the stage or watching the Spring Festival Gala at home. I don't think I went out Didn't you see me when you went back several times?" Mu Qinglin asked.

Zhou Yi bowed his head to help Mu Qinglin put the pencil back, and said in a flat voice, "I haven't seen you on New Year's Eve, but you will take Peipei out to play on New Year's Day, so we can see you."

Mu Qinglin said: "When I play with Peipei, I always drive, and I get in the car downstairs. What can you see?"

"Then you still ask?" Zhou Yi looked up at Mu Qinglin, and gave up on himself, "Your family courtyard is very strict, I can't get in, and I can see a license plate after waiting for you outside all night, or It flashed by. Answering this way, you are full of..."

Mu Qinglin pressed one leg on the ground, leaned over quickly, cupped Zhou Yi's face, and kissed her lips before she could express her resentment.

Sourness spread from Zhou Yi's eyes. She actually didn't want to do this, it was all about Chen Zhima's rotten millet, so why did she bring it up.

But the person on the lips was too eager, she kissed so deeply, every time he sucked and closed, it seemed to eat her.

How did he get by the wall, how did he close the door, how did he clean his hands, and how did he get in at the end, Zhou Yi didn't have any awareness. She pressed Mu Qinglin against the wall, not letting go inside or outside.

Mu Qinglin lowered her head and kissed her neck, and said, "Xiao Jiu, go and see the depths of the sea, its turbulence and magnificence are my surprises for you."

At first, Zhou Yi didn't understand what this kind of thing had to do with the sea. Thinking of the conversation in the hospital that night, the finger that was squeezed trembled slightly, and she hooked it back unconsciously.

Mu Qinglin's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he clasped her arms tightly. Hearing that she backed out, he hesitated for a while with more thoughts of wanting to watch the surprise, and asked her, "Is that okay?"

Mu Qinglin thought that it might be very bloated, and there should be a little pain, but she still didn't hesitate, and even couldn't wait to give her an affirmative answer.

Zhou Yi pursed her slightly dry lips, and went little by little to the depths of the sea with difficulty.

"Did you see it?" Mu Qinglin asked, she could feel that in order to meet Zhou Yi's doubled expectations, she was showing her a more intense wave.

Zhou Yi was amazed, her soul seemed to be blown to pieces at that moment, but after seeing its astonishment, she was willing to be buried in the sea just like that.

—

When Han Qiu came back from watching her precious animals, Fu Xiao was sitting on the balcony in a daze, and didn't even notice that she had walked behind her.

Han Qiu looked at the suitcase standing alone in the middle of the room for a while, walked over and leaned against Fu Xiao, and asked her, "Does it look good?"

Fu Xiao has been distracted, hearing the words subconsciously asked: "What?"

Han Qiu looked at the endless rising sun in the distance and said, "Is the sunrise here beautiful?"

"It's beautiful..." Fu Xiao said, "Jiangping is a very crowded city. The portraits in it live in a square box, and you can't see the rising sun, let alone the outline of the horizon."

Han Qiu said "hmm" and asked Fu Xiao, "Do you like the sunrise here?"

Fu Xiao said: "Of course I like it."

"That…"

"Han Qiu..." Fu Xiao stood up, walked in front of Han Qiu step by step, hugged her like an inseparable lover, and said, "My body definitely likes you, but as for my heart..."

Fu Xiao's soft and boneless hand came up from Han Qiu's waist and stuck to her throbbing chest, "It's probably the same as you, it already has a different meaning, shhh—"

Fu Xiao blocked Han Qiu's words with her lipstick-dyed lips. She rubbed her slightly parted lips as if nothing, and her voice was as soft as a pillow whisper, "Will you leave here and go back to Jiangping for it?"

Han Qiu's rapid heartbeat sank in an instant. Hanging eyes and Fu Xiao looked at each other for a long time before saying, "No..."

Fu Xiao smiled briskly, and the next second, she bit Han Qiu's lips hard.

The smell of blood quickly spread between the lips and teeth.

Fu Xiao looked at Han Qiu's bottomless eyes from a distance of less than an inch, and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

Han Qiu remained silent, lifted her chin, and kissed her fiercely. There is no desire, no affection, like the end of a war, heroic and silent.

When it was over, Fu Xiao turned around and went back to the room, and strode away with the suitcase that had already been packed.

She walked away cleanly, without leaving even a single extra look in her eyes.

…

Han Qiu tilted his head and looked out the window, remembering the beating he received the last time he went home many years ago.

She knelt in the middle of the living room, surrounded by distant and close relatives several times, and the crutch in the hand of her father Han Yunjian repeatedly pulled on her body with all his strength, causing pain to the bones.

The process lasted for more than ten minutes, and she knelt with her back straight all the time, without making a sound, and no one stopped Han Yun for her to remonstrate, and she didn't even pretend to mean anything.

According to the person who brought her here, when she was sent to the hospital, the skin on her shoulders and back was ripped apart, and the blood and clothes were stuck together, and she could not be torn apart.

But she couldn't remember what it felt like. The only consciousness in her mind was the first sentence she heard when she got home that morning: "Your grandpa is gone! Just to find you, a shameless bastard, your grandpa is eighty years old!" A lot of people have been looking for you for a day and a night without eating or drinking!"

Han Qiu shook his hands and lit a cigarette.

Too strong, she bowed her head and coughed, and slowly exhaled the bluish-white smoke.

she also…

It's not that I don't want to go back, it's that I couldn't go back fifteen years ago.

—

The three of them arrived in Jiangping the next afternoon.

Wang Hejing was generous and gave Mu Qinglin and Fu Xiao two days of paid leave, letting them rest before coming back to work.

Mu Qinglin didn't refuse, and fell asleep with Zhou Yi when they got home.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Qinglin's cell phone rang suddenly, and she fumbled to answer it, "Hello..."

An Xiang's high-pitched voice came from the other end, "Sister Mu, when will you and Teacher Zhou come over?"

Mu Qinglin sat up and checked the time with her mobile phone.

It was already the evening of the second day.

"Where did you go?" Mu Qinglin asked.

An Xiang said: "Old Liu's restaurant! Old Wang wants to welcome us! This meal should have been invited a long time ago. Isn't it because you and sister Fu Xiao haven't come back, and Lao Wang dragged you until now. No one wants to talk to you Are you talking about this?"

Mu Qinglin said, "No..."

An Xiang laughed awkwardly, his tone weakened, "I forgot..."

Mu Qinglin, "..."

"Sister Mu, you must come, otherwise Lao Wang will have to peel my skin and eat it." An Xiang said pitifully.

Mu Qinglin turned her head to look at Zhou Yi who was already up, and rubbed her dry thumbs on her confused beautiful eyes and the red marks on her cheeks, and said, "I'll ask her first."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yi grabbed Mu Qinglin's messy hair and asked, "What's going on in Taiwan?"

Mu Qinglin turned sideways to kiss Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi quickly closed his eyes and touched the tip of her tongue.

The long kiss went from touching shoulders to Zhou Yi being laid flat on the bed, from passionate to lingering and tender.

In the end, Mu Qinglin reluctantly left Zhou Yi, rubbed her thumb back and forth on her lips, and said, "Old Wang has arranged a reception, do you want to go?"

Without hesitation, Zhou Yi said, "Definitely go. I never had a chance to thank him for being willing to tell me about you back then. Tonight I happened to borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

Mu Qinglin lowered her body, lay gently on Zhou Yi's body, looked into her eyes and said, "Lao Wang is my master, and this is the first time I have formally brought my girlfriend to meet him. Do you think you should dress up?" a bit?"

Zhou Yi was a little taken aback, "How do you dress up?"

Mu Qinglin looked at her for a while, then raised the corners of her lips, and said, "You can dress up a little girl as a little woman."

Zhou Yi, "??"

Half an hour later, Zhou Yi was pressed by Mu Qinglin in front of the dressing table. She drew her eyebrows, dyed her lips, and combed her hair with her own hands. Finally, she bent her legs against the table, leaned slightly, and pressed her thumb lightly on the center of her lips. , spreading the redness brought up on the cheeks.

If there is a peachy color that seems to be absent, she is shy and timid like a girl.

The simple and elegant black suspender dress can easily outline the good figure that Zhou Yi has cultivated in the past few years. It has a slender waist and long legs, with a protruding front and a raised back. Swan, with a slender neck and straight shoulder bones, the slowly moving eyes under the slightly drooping eyelids are slightly decadent, and the coolness in the depths of the pupils seems inviolable.

Mu Qinglin leaned sideways against the wall, staring at the uncomfortable Zhou Yi and said, "Our Little Captain Zhou really has a good foundation, and we will look good after a little dressing up."

Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at her in the mirror, "What's the smell?"

Mu Qinglin walked behind Zhou Yi, held one hand on her skeletal shoulder, and wrapped one arm around her slender waist from behind, lowered her head to her neck, and whispered: "Make me want to lie down on your own initiative." Femininity underneath."

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