Chapter 344

"I want... together, is that okay?"

"..." Woo woo woo woo... Season! He's a bastard! He's deliberately teaching Xiu bad things!

One rod was still bullying her little butt, while another hot rod was pressing against the flesh slit between her legs, rubbing wetly and slippery, rubbing her clitoris and flesh petals until they were extremely excited.

"Ugh..." No, don't, she's going to go crazy! "Xiu, I..."

"Don't you want me?"

"... Xiu," her arms tightened. If she's going to be depraved, let her be! "I want, I want you... ah ah—"

Both rods were deeply inserted into her body. The wild stimulation of her body caused tears to gush out instantly, scaring Qin Zhixiu into hurriedly withdrawing.

Season laughed lowly.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be in pain, Qin Zhixiu then thrust in again, thrusting gently and slowly.

"Ah..." Two hot objects were thrusting gently in her body through a thin layer of flesh walls. The terrifying pressure of being full and the warm, sweet pleasure were so contradictory and so impossible to adapt to, she could only lewdly scream out the boundless pleasure of her body. "Xiu... Season..."

"I love you, baby. So, don't go anywhere." As she cried and screamed, Season said words of love in a low voice.

He could endure everything, just asking her to stay.

10th, on the bus, He Lele held the handrail and moved her body. Season had massaged her for more than an hour after the event last night, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable after waking up today. Thinking of last night... He Lele peeked at the surrounding full passengers in a constrained manner. She really was becoming more and more...

Will it get loose if I do it too much? He Lele suddenly thought of this question, and then recalled the "knowledge" that Lingyu had jokingly popularized for her—doing more Kegel exercises is conducive to maintaining tightness. He Lele shrank her buttocks, and the strange feeling made her whole body shudder. She was red-faced with a guilty conscience, almost missing her stop in a panic.

Standing in front of the shopping building, He Lele looked at a street performer adjusting the speakers under the overpass, and it took a long while before she gathered the courage to step forward.

"Can I sing with you?"

☆, (8 Fresh Coins) Chapter 285: Shocked but Not Shaken

"Producer, back to the company or back to the apartment?" Lin Qi, in the passenger seat, turned around and asked Shentu Mo in the back row. Producer Shentu had canceled his itinerary for the last three days and returned to the country early. The arrangements on the company side all had to be readjusted. It seems there is no time for jet lag, Lin Qi thought while waiting for Shentu Mo's answer.

Apartment...

Shentu Mo's right thumb unconsciously rubbed the tip of his index finger.

That woman.

"Back to the company." Shentu Mo closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then suddenly opened them. "No need to arrange the schedule for these three days for now."

"... Yes." Although puzzled, Lin Qi was genuinely relieved. Although he had long been accustomed to high-intensity work and Producer Shentu's strict work requirements after following Producer Shentu for these years, it was necessary to have a chance to relax and adjust his body and mind a little. Besides...

Lin Qi peeked backward without a trace—Producer... should also be at his limit, right?

The handsome and cold face looked no different from usual at first glance. Even he hadn't noticed it at first; it was only two days ago when he discovered that Producer Shentu had actually fallen asleep on the way back to the hotel that he noticed—the Producer's originally healthy complexion didn't have a trace of blood color at some point, the veins on both sides of his forehead were slightly floating, and his brows were slightly frowned—a typical look of overwork. He had arranged the itinerary, so he naturally knew that the content of those few days was far from enough to make the Producer feel tired. Then the biggest possibility could only be—the Producer hadn't slept well.

After the doctor saw him, he prescribed soothing medicine for the Producer and kindly gave a long list of suggestions for dealing with insomnia. Seeing the Producer's increasingly ugly face, he hurriedly sent the doctor away before the Producer got angry.

The Producer had been suffering from insomnia for consecutive days.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that Producer Shentu, who was as rigorous and rational as the most perfect intelligent machine, would have a day of insomnia like a mortal. You know, when the old president suddenly had a heart attack and was hospitalized, the Producer had finished the meeting without changing his expression before rushing to the airport. Such a Producer, would have insomnia?

Lin Qi felt his mood was a bit strange. Such an abnormal thing happened to the Producer; he clearly should have felt shocked, but although he was shocked, he was not "shaken" at all, as if he had been waiting for this "shock" all along.

Lin Qi slowly sorted out the information in his mind, exploring the reason for his reaction.

"Wait, make a U-turn, go to X-Tian." Shentu Mo suddenly ordered.

Lin Qi looked back and saw Shentu Mo looking down at the phone screen, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind! Phone! He Lele! Initially, the Producer had asked him to customize a women's phone with a tracker. He later saw that phone in that girl's hand, and later...

Lin Qi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

As the distance to the red target point in the phone got closer, Shentu Mo's gaze also kept glancing out the window. Ten minutes later, a light gray figure gradually grew larger in his black pupils, occupying more and more space.

Because it was a workday and morning, the flow of people in front of the X-Tian shopping building was not large. For the street singer who had been singing in the shadows by the overpass in front of the building for a long time, everyone was used to it and no one stopped, at most glancing at it inadvertently. Seeing a long-haired girl in a light gray windbreaker next to the singer, everyone just took a look and hurried away.

"... I don't partner with people, find someone else." Diao Xingyuan set up the microphone stand on his own, not bothering to look at He Lele beside him at all.

"I don't want money." He Lele added quickly.

Diao Xingyuan impatiently stopped what he was doing. "I don't care if you want money or not? If you have nothing to do, please get lost, don't delay me from making a living here!"

He Lele thought for a moment, took out her wallet from her cloth bag, pulled out one hundred yuan, and while watching Diao Xingyuan's expression, bent down and put the money into the guitar case in front of Diao Xingyuan.

"..." Diao Xingyuan glared at He Lele angrily, shook his shoulder-length hair that had been oily for who knows how long, and asked, "What song do you want to hear?"

"'Wind Butterfly Order.'" This song was the single that Qin Zhixiu had invited her to sing together before.

Diao Xingyuan plucked the guitar strings, glared at He Lele again, and then played the prelude.

A popular song, beautiful melody, lyrics full of warmth, a slightly vicissitudinous smoky voice—as soon as Diao Xingyuan's singing voice came out, the footsteps of passersby clearly slowed down. A couple walked over with great interest to listen, and the girl's gaze looked at He Lele without disguise, laughing and talking to her boyfriend while looking. The boy then stared at He Lele as well.

He Lele suppressed the urge to dodge, forcibly suppressed the tension and panic in her heart, and her breathing became rapid involuntarily.