Hidden Assassin

At the end of the afternoon with some haze, the room with the curtains drawn was dimly lit, the white dress was casually placed on the desk, the high heels were kicked off beside the bed, the figure of a woman was half lying on the bed, the thin quilt was pulled up At the waist, the upper body exposed is wearing a blouse with a butterfly round neck, the upper circumference is tightened, and the slender and tight waist, even if it is lying lazily, it still shows a bit of intelligence breath.

Just at this moment, the boy sitting by the bed was also reaching into the quilt with one hand, causing bursts of activity.

The long skirt has been placed on the table, and the soft white panties are being casually thrown on the inside of the bed. With the movement of the woman's legs in the quilt, as well as the comfortable breathing and occasional groaning, the whole scene changes. Incomparably ambiguous: the darkness, the bed, the beautiful woman, the young man's hands moving in the quilt, and the naked lower body of the woman in the quilt. After a while, Jia Ming pulled out his hand, holding a white towel that was still steaming, turned around and threw it into the washbasin filled with hot water on the chair next to him, washed it several times, and brought the hot water to the bathroom Dumped it out, then took out another basin, washed the towel again, and wrung it dry.

"No more?" Jia Ming asked.

"It should be gone."

"Then wash your face."

A hot towel covered Yahan's face, and after washing, he wiped down his neck. Jiaming reached out and unbuttoned the blouse one by one, exposing Yahan's fine upper body, and wiped it with a hot towel.

"If I knew I had to untie it, why should I buckle it up..."

The woman's voice was soft and greasy, not necessarily lacking in strength. But every time after experiencing such a violent storm, she really didn't want to lose a finger all over her body, her skin trembled slightly, and every part of her body and mind was filled with satisfaction, so the cleaning work could only be done by the family. Do it tomorrow. The warm towel rubbed against her skin heavily, she squinted her eyes slightly, and moved her head comfortably on the pillow a few times: "Well, Jiaming. Did you do it on purpose?"

"What?" Jia Ming was opening the sides of her shirt and stretching the towel into her back, feeling a little puzzled.

"I mean..." Yahan raised her chest and lower abdomen with a slightly trembling soft voice. The skin is tight, which is convenient for Jiaming to wipe, "You always like to wipe the bottom first, and then wash my face and upper body..." Between the lips with a playful smile. It was as if he had caught Jia Ming's handle and was making fun of him.

She curled her lips angrily, Jiaming's right hand was still stretched behind his back, while the left hand placed on her waist was retracted to her smooth and tight belly, fingers stroking the skin. There was silence in the room. Two pairs of eyes looked at each other with smiles, one was threatening, but the other probably showed an unyielding smile. He bit his lower lip lightly with his white teeth. Out of the corner of Yahan's eyes, she nervously watched Jiaming's left hand slide down from her lower abdomen. Fingers occasionally touched her skin.

across the lower abdomen, navel, and then. Stretching her left hand between the quilts, the woman's body trembled slightly, and then, the hand stretched between her legs suddenly tightened.

"Ah—surrender—"

A low-pitched scream came out of Yahan's throat immediately, her legs tightened under the quilt, her body suddenly curled up into a shrimp, and her body turned weakly to the side, she begged for mercy with a smile: "I'm wrong!" No more. Brother Jiaming, I dare not..."

"What's wrong with you?" Leaning down to the side of Yahan's face, Jiaming is holding her back with one hand and tightly covering her legs with the other. Although Yahan is already a mature female body, It looked like he was being hugged by him like a child. With the symbolic struggle, Yahan's eyes almost dripped water at close range.

"I... I was wrong, I shouldn't have told the truth, ah—"

After the cry, Yahan almost didn't even dare to make a symbolic struggle in the shortness of breath. Obviously, the new "threat" movement of Jiaming's hand that stretched into the quilt had an effect. Although Yahan's hands were also stretched under the quilt, she obviously didn't have the ability and willingness to stop Jiaming at all, she tightened her neck, and Yahan's hands gently pulled Jiaming's clothes.

"I don't dare anymore...don't mess with me, brother Jiaming, don't...uh...do it..."

"I'll see what you say... Open your legs." The reason why he wanted Yahan before was because he was suffering from a headache, and he also wanted to find something to distract himself. Now the headache has stopped, but Looking at Yahan's appearance that she couldn't take it after being deliberately teased, the desire almost couldn't be suppressed. In this respect, Yahan's body is mature and sensitive. However, compared to energetic girls like Lingjing and Shasha, her ability to bear such things is really weak. Women are obviously more attractive.

"You are not allowed to take the opportunity to mess around..." Yahan blushed and relaxed her legs, Jia Ming pulled out her hand, and then "slapped" her buttocks, Yahan immediately pouted, He stretched out his hand and punched him, but this punch was actually weaker than the force of a massage. After wiping her body, Jiaming buttoned her blouse, then picked up the panties on the inside of the bed, put her hands into the quilt from behind, and made a flurry of movements, Yahan softly called out: "It's the other way!"

"Uh...you didn't say earlier..."

"How can I feel it if I don't put it on... You did it on purpose!" She blushed and accused.

"I mean you are tall, you are a pervert, you are not allowed to turn on the light, and you want me to help you wear it. If I hold it in your hand and look at it for a long time, you will say that I am a pervert."

"Aren't you... Ah——No, Brother Jiaming

He just pulled down the reversed underwear with both hands, who knew that Yahan was sensitive to this, shrank her body, covered her unshielded legs with both hands, and quickly subdued. Jiaming smiled angrily: "Okay, you can wear it yourself."

"I don't want to move..."

"That's it."

"Okay, wait until Lingjing comes to you after school, let her see me lying on your bed without underwear, and see how you explain to her... I will say that there is a pervert who tossed me all afternoon and got me a little strength I’m gone and threw me here, as for who… I don’t know. Don’t worry. I’d rather die than surrender, and I won’t say it’s you.”

"You... perverted girl..."

There was another chatter in the quilt, and then Jiaming picked up the skirt on the table and slipped it under the quilt. When everything was tidied up, he pulled the quilt for Yahan: "Okay, sleep."

"Um."

Flirting is flirting, Yahan is tired after sex and has always been lethargic. At this time, she nodded obediently like a little girl, and watched Jiaming carry the washbasin and walk into the bathroom again. Then there was the sound of pouring water and Jiaming humming softly, the music from the mourning hall outside, the sound of offering sacrifices, and the noise of people gambling or chatting faintly, in a small space. In addition to the darkness after the curtains are drawn, there are not many things that can be seen. In fact, the whole room is not that big, but it is a homely room. The tables and chairs, the books piled up in the corner, the warm yellow electric light coming from the bathroom, and the thin bedding covering her body all made her feel extremely warm. .

The feeling of satisfaction and warmth seems to soak into the blood, flowing to every part of the body, bringing unimaginable peace and tranquility in the heart, and it is the first time to do the most intimate things in Jiaming's room. For the first time, she could really enjoy the feeling of the bed that belonged to "him"—she had slept on Jiaming's bed before, and even had a sexual dream, but Jiaming didn't belong to her at that time. Naturally it is different - as if the two had become a real husband and wife. In his own bedroom, he felt like sleeping with him. For her, this has an absolutely extraordinary meaning.

With her current familiarity with Jiaming. Naturally, I also know that Jia Ming doesn't regard this as an important home. He, Lingjing and Shasha have a shared world, and there is also a small suite left by his parents as a secret base, but in any case, this simple room is indeed It really carried his childhood. A teenager who had such a close relationship with him grew up in this room. Although this room was not the only one that grew up with him, at this moment, she seemed to be able to I feel that the breath that exists as Jiaming is like a liquid, covering every part of her body in every possible way.

"...Ah grape vine... Ah, climb up..." Humming softly, Jia Ming came out of the small bathroom shaking the water stains on his hands. Leng: "Why don't you sleep yet?"

"Sleeping." Yahan said softly, but he didn't intend to close his eyes. Jiaming shrugged, sat at the desk and prepared to read comics, then turned his head and said to Yahan, "Did I open the window?"

"Don't open it, I can't sleep with the light on." Yahan said.

"Well……"

"You turn on the desk lamp, it doesn't matter if you turn on the desk lamp."

"Eh?" Jia Ming glanced at her, thinking that turning on the desk lamp is not the same, but after all, he didn't say anything, turned on the small desk lamp on the table, and the warm yellow light poured down, lighting up some places centered on the desk . Yahan felt the light of the desk lamp. At this time, the room with the curtains drawn already had the atmosphere of night. After the desk lamp was lit, it gave people the feeling that the night was coming. Yahan turned sideways, looking at the comics Jia Ming felt as if they were really in their room, their night, she was sleeping next to him, and he was reading a book with the bedside lamp on, waiting for the rest time to come.

Unknowingly, she felt that her eye sockets were a little wet, and a tear slipped down the corner of her eye in the shadows, but in her heart, she only felt warmth and peace.

She has been with Jiaming for more than four months. No matter who she is in front of, she can frankly admit that this is the happiest time in her life. But unlike Lingjing and Shasha, she is an adult. Ming always acts immature, but she has received the most formal leadership courses, and she can intervene in many things in school. She has kept in touch with people, and has brought in a lot of sponsorship funds for Sacred Heart College with her outstanding skills. She has the ability, responsibility, and responsibility. As an adult, the most important thing is that she will inevitably think about the future.

So what is her future, or their future?

She likes Jiaming, that's for sure, even when it comes to love, she also thinks it will be like this. When she was in the United States, she chose to ignore the future as if she was addicted to drugs, and had a relationship with Jiaming. However, when the initial impulse became calm, of course she would still remember that she robbed Lingjing and Shasha of their men, and most importantly, it was absolutely impossible for Jiaming to separate from those two girls. This is a certain thing.

She would think like this, of course she has no intention of breaking them up, even for Lingjing and Shasha, she has always been a little guilty, in the past four months, she has been able to really spend time alone with Jiaming. Not many, but if there is such an opportunity, she will even choose to call Lingjing and Shasha first, and the four of them will go out to play together. She will only feel at ease when the other two girls are not free

Occupy Jiaming. However, such a thing, perhaps when. In the end, Lingjing will grow up, Shasha will grow up, Jiaming will also grow up, and when he wants to choose a woman to marry? When they also enter the complex society. Is it possible for them to maintain such a relationship? What's more... What if Lingjing and Shasha found out...

The boundary between adults and children is nothing more than whether they will think about the future. A person who ignores the future can never be called mature. However, whenever such thoughts come up involuntarily, she would rather just have pure innocence. It is precisely because of this feeling of worrying about gains and losses that she cherishes the happiness and satisfaction of every moment at this moment. It also made her feel extra sticky in front of Jiaming. Hungry for all intimacy like a child. Just be with Jiaming. She can do anything that she would be ashamed of before, and she calls him brother Jiaming. Deliberately against him, and then desperately begged for mercy when the punishment came. After each intimate, she might not be able to move at all, but she would rather be like this, let Jiaming help her clean up her lower body, bathe her, and dress her up. clothes, even going to the bathroom before going to bed, she can ask Jiaming to hold her there and then hold her back, she is like a baby, let Jiaming do everything for her, almost greedy to feel that even men and women Friends may not have the intimacy.

If this kind of psychology is a little perverted, she will admit it confidently. Whenever she thinks that the two of them may be separated in the future, she feels extremely fearful and empty in her heart.

While reading the comics, Jia Ming glanced at her occasionally. In the past, if Yahan was tired from tossing and tossing, she could fall asleep by touching the pillow. Today, she looks even more tired. Why is her gaze still dangling and refusing to close? look. After a while, I probably thought of some possibilities, looked down at the book, and stopped looking at Yahan, and then, the sound of singing softly sounded in the room.

It's just a plain singing voice, without accompaniment, and it doesn't sing very seriously. Yahan lay on the bed, closed her eyes, hummed softly and slowly at first, and then slowly came to the lyrics. Her voice was not sharp, it used to be flat and gentle, but now she was a little tired, and her voice was soft and soft.

"When you look at me...

You have already guessed that I did not speak,

love is not sure,

It still doesn't meet your requirements..."

The humming is mixed with lyrics, and sometimes it transitions to a nasal humming. It is the melody of Guangliang's "First Time". As she sings, her head gently shakes on the pillow.

"Oh~ the first time I said I love you,

Breathing hard, heart trembling,

Oh~ the first time I hold your hands,

Gently let go of not knowing where to go,

That's why we fell in love together,

That's staying together..."

Her voice was trembling, and Yahan was singing on the pillow while smiling narcissistically. Her singing talent was actually not very good. This song was originally created in 2001. The reason why she knew it was naturally Because of Jia Ming's shameless plagiarism, but she didn't release an album to the singer. She heard Jia Ming humming it several times, but she wasn't very familiar with it. "He hummed, but the voice echoed in the small room, but it flowed as pure as water, just like every girl who fell in love...

"Ah~ the first time I kissed your deep dimples,

Trying to wake up but getting dizzy,

Oh~ the first time you lay on my chest,

Twenty-four hours have not been separated,

That was the first time I knew that the sky is long~~Earth is long~~"

Quietly, quietly, under the light of the desk lamp, Jiaming listened to the singing of the woman beside him, the voice was not loud at all, and when he sang it for the second time, it finally started to get lower, humming, It gradually turned into a regular breathing sound, and I looked at my watch, it was about four o'clock. He finished reading the last page of the manga, and sat on the edge of the bed. Yahan's head was slightly turned inward, one hand was stretched out of the quilt, and there was a healthy pink color on her beautiful cheeks. Touching his hand up, it was like stroking smooth nephrite.

Ears, forehead, eyes, bridge of nose, lips... His hands stroked lightly, Yahan let out a "huh" and moved her hand up, but she grabbed Jiaming's palm and pressed it to her cheek. Jia Ming smiled, and at this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door and stopped at the door.

There were two people, obviously looking for him, Jia Ming pulled out his hand, turned off the lamp, took out an air freshener and sprayed it in the corner of the room, then opened the curtain halfway to let the light in. Those two people seemed to be discussing who would knock on the door and speak, but after more than ten seconds, the voice of "Du Tu Tu" finally rang out: "Jia Ming!"

"What's the matter?" Opening the door a little, Jia Ming looked at the two relatives outside the house who he should probably call cousin or cousin, but he understood in an instant that these two people had always had a good time with that guy Huang Jianpeng , this gambling game, I guess their part is indispensable... Jia Ming has always been relatively withdrawn at home. He was bullied when he was a child, and he gradually grew up. Cousin saw that he had no expression on his face, and glanced at each other. They were both taller than Jia Ming, and then he said confidently:

"Is that Japanese your friend? Do you make any kind of friends? That's a Japanese! He's still out in our game, what do you think?"