Chapter 4892

"Drink less, don't drink too much!" Zhao Desan saw that the situation was not good. This was not drinking wedding wine at all, it was clearly fighting with him. It looked like she wanted to get him drunk, which made Zhao Desan feel very uneasy. Just as he was about to reach out to take back the cup from Yang Meixia's hand, Yang Meixia's face suddenly turned red and became very ugly. She stood up abruptly and ran quickly to the bathroom on the side, closing the door with a 'bang'.

"About to get married, why are you still so willful!" Zhao Desan shook his head helplessly and hurriedly put away the remaining half bottle of wine.

Just at this moment, Zhao Desan suddenly heard a scream from Yang Meixia in the bathroom, which gave Zhao Desan a big jump. He hurriedly rushed in. At this time, he saw Yang Meixia half-sitting on the ground, holding her foot, looking at Zhao Desan with a painful face, and said, "I... I sprained my foot."

"I'll help you up." Zhao Desan didn't think much, hurriedly stepped forward to help Yang Meixia up, slowly helped her sit on the edge of the bed, helped her take off her high heels, and carefully placed her foot on the bed.

"Drank so much wine, be careful!" Zhao Desan complained, found a bottle of safflower oil from the room, then came to the edge of the bed and sat down, saying, "Why don't you let me help you rub it?"

"Mm." Yang Meixia hummed softly.

"Take... take this off." Zhao Desan saw that she was wearing silk stockings, which was not easy to wipe medicine, so he pointed to the flesh-colored silk stockings on her legs.

Yang Meixia didn't speak. Her face was extremely rosy, whether because of drinking or shyness. She slowly reached her hand under her skirt to take off the silk stockings. Looking at this somewhat seductive action, Zhao Desan felt a ripple in his heart and hurriedly turned his head away. After a while, when he turned his head back, he found that Yang Meixia had taken off her silk stockings, revealing two snow-white and straight beautiful legs.

That pair of white and tender feet entered Zhao Desan's eyes, making his heartbeat start to accelerate involuntarily. He forced himself not to have wild thoughts, smeared some safflower oil on his right palm, grabbed Yang Meixia's white and tender ankle with his left hand, put his right hand on it carefully, and gently rubbed it on her instep.

"Does it feel better?" Zhao Desan asked while rubbing gently.

"Mm..." A soft hum came from Yang Meixia's nose, which was an answer. Lying on the bed, closing her eyes as if she was about to fall asleep, her face was rosy, her towering chest rose and fell with her breathing, and her skirt was accidentally lifted to one side, revealing her white and tender thighs. What a seductive picture of a beauty sleeping!

Zhao Desan gently pinched Yang Meixia's feet. Although she walked so many roads during the day, there was no strange smell on Yang Meixia's feet. He stared at this pair of white and tender feet, really wanting to lean down and kiss them gently. They were really like a pair of natural works of art, not like human feet at all!

"Mm... so comfortable, help me rub this foot again." Yang Meixia muttered with her eyes closed and lifted her other leg. Zhao Desan hurriedly grabbed it. With a low head, the scenery under the skirt was in full view, and a narrow little pink panty entered his eyes.

"Buzz!" Zhao Desan's head rang, and he couldn't help but start to get excited. A certain part of his body began to change involuntarily, and a difficult-to-endure impulse began to rise slowly. One hand gently pinched the soft feet, and the other hand boldly stroked Yang Meixia's calf.

Yang Meixia drank a lot of wine, and her head was very dizzy at this time. She lay on the bed without moving, letting Zhao Desan's hand wander on her legs wantonly. Seeing that Yang Meixia didn't seem to have any reaction, under the influence of alcohol, Zhao Desan's courage grew bigger and bigger. He slowly reached his hand into the skirt, stroked slowly along the edge of the calf, and the other hand increased the force at the same time, making the white and tender feet deform in his hands. Feeling the double pleasure of the smooth skin and the soft feet, Zhao Desan felt his desire getting stronger and stronger, and he began to be unable to control it. At this time, he saw Yang Meixia's eyes still closed, but her face had become very red, and her breathing was getting faster and faster, making the two groups on her chest rise and fall more and more obviously.

She is awake! Zhao Desan seemed to understand something, gently picked up Yang Meixia's feet, and kissed her instep. He clearly felt her body tremble slightly.

She didn't refuse! Zhao Desan shouted excitedly in his heart. With his many years of experience in reading women, he could feel Yang Meixia's mood at this time, the tide of desire began to surge. He couldn't care about lifting her feet with one hand anymore. For a moment, he gathered his courage, and his other big hand lifted her skirt, and he kissed wantonly from her feet upwards.

Ankle, calf, thigh... Zhao Desan was like a crazy beast, kissing wantonly the beauty lying on the bed who was pretending to sleep. Suddenly, he felt a darkness in front of him, and he was covered by something.

It was the skirt, it was her skirt! Zhao Desan realized that he was already in her skirt, and he couldn't care about anything else. He opened his mouth and kissed the little pink panties...

Kissing... tossing... painful groaning... panting... Zhao Desan was like an unbridled wild horse, galloping wantonly on the infinite wilderness, until... until... until the hot magma in his body gushed out, and then he satisfiedly fell into a deep sleep.

That night, Zhao Desan had a dream. He dreamed that he was getting married to a strange girl in a very large hotel. The hotel was full of guests, and the atmosphere was very lively. Just when they were exchanging rings, countless women rushed into the hotel crying, including Zhao Xue, Li Feifei, Zhang Xiaoyan, Wen Qian, Fang Qi, Zheng Chuyi, Yao Beina, etc. All those girls who had skin-to-skin contact with him came crying to make a scene at the wedding...

Dreaming to this point, Zhao Desan suddenly opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that it was a nightmare he had. At this time, he saw that the sky was already bright. He hurriedly turned his head to look and found that there was no one beside him. Last night's wildness was like a spring dream, but when his gaze inadvertently swept over the snow-white bed sheet, he found that the bed sheet had become wrinkled, and there was a bright red like peach blossoms on the snow-white bed sheet, which looked so eye-catching, as if it was telling him the story of last night.

(Chapter 2650: Dream of Getting Married)! ===== CHAPTER 4893 =====