My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing Ethan provoking him like this, Evan, the bespectacled man, gritted his teeth and turned his head to the other side.

When Francine let go of her hand, she kneaded Ethan's abdominal muscles a few times without leaving any trace, and even gave Ethan a wink.

Are you being teased? Ethan looked confused.

After she finished, she took out a leaf from her pocket.

"As a thank you, I'll give you something good. This is the best stuff."

Dahlia saw Francine's behavior from the side and burst out laughing.

"Thank you, I don't need it."

Ethan shook his head and refused, pushed Francine's hand away, and walked forward with his arms around Dalia, who was still chuckling.

Francine shrugged, lit the leaf in her hand, and blew out a wisp of smoke from her pretty red lips.

She bit her hand-rolled cigarette, opened the car door, picked up a bottle of brandy and returned to Evan, and the two of them sat on the hood of the white station wagon.

Francine raised the bottle and shouted loudly to the people walking forward:

"Guys, Evan and I are here waiting for your good news."

Carly, who was wearing a blue vest, swung her ponytail and turned back, "Are you sure you don't want to go together?"

"Look at those two people who have wine and leaves, do they look like they are willing to leave?"

Scott, a curly-haired man, unbuttoned a button on his short-sleeved shirt, put his hands together, and shouted behind him:

"See you later, smoke slowly, you two don't get too high."

Francine handed the leaf to Evan, and then said loudly to the people who were gradually going away:

"Okay, enjoy your hike."

"I thought you would confiscate her things." Dalia took off her cap with a smile and took the wine bottle handed over by Ethan.

"I'm a civilian now."

Ethan replied casually, saying that leaf flying is commonplace in the United States now, and some states are even discussing whether to lift the leaf ban.

If he met him in Banshee Town, he would definitely not sit idly by and watch, but since he was on vacation now and he was not in his own jurisdiction, he should not be seen.

At this time, the three people walking behind quickened their pace and walked up.

Carly was the first to ask: "Your name is Ethan, right? Looking at the things in your car, are you also going camping?"

Ethan nodded, "Yes, it's just that there was a traffic jam on the highway, so we took a detour."

Carly kicked the fallen leaves away with brisk steps. "We, too, came here after asking for directions at a gas station."

"Could it be an old man wearing a straw hat at the gas station?" Dalia answered in surprise.

"Yes, then we should have walked off the highway one after another." Scott, the curly-haired man, shook hands with Ethan and asked curiously:

"Are you a couple?"

Dalia took a few sips of the wine, screwed on the bottle cap, handed the bottle to Ethan, and said with a smile:

"No, we're just friends."

Ethan put the whiskey back into his backpack and looked at the girl who had been silent.

"Are you Jesse?"

The girl in jeans and a white tank top nodded.

Ethan tightened his backpack and asked, "Then we are really destined to be together today. Where did you come from?"

Before Jesse could speak, Carly on the other side answered first:

"We are students at the Philadelphia College of Art and we planned to go out for two days on the weekend. We didn't expect to encounter something like this."

Jesse smiled at Ethan and moved his feet leisurely.

Two girls, one is quiet and the other is lively and cheerful.

And after the curly-haired man Scott heard Dahlia say that they were not a couple, he started talking to her non-stop.

Mature women like Dalia are still very attractive to students who are still in school.

Jesse could tell from the little actions of the two of them that the relationship between Ethan and Dahlia should be more than just friends.

She was afraid of offending Ethan, so she quietly kicked Scott before he became quiet.

Half an hour after Ethan and the others left, Francine and Evan sat on the hood, leaning against the front windshield, looking at the leaves above their heads.

The wine bottle on hand was already one-third empty, and a few hand-rolled cigarette butts were thrown on the ground.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Francine turned her head and looked at Evan with blurred eyes.

Evan took a deep puff of the cigarette butt in his hand and then pinched it out on the car.

"It's not bad, that barbarian almost broke my hand."

Francine grabbed her short red hair and laughed, "Actually, that person is pretty good-looking and has strong muscles."

"What are you talking about?" Evan dissatisfiedly picked up the bottle and took a sip.

"Feel sorry."

"These leaves are good stuff, right?" Francine noticed her boyfriend's mood and reached out to take off his glasses.

Evan nodded quickly, "It's pretty good. Where did you get it?"

Francine raised the corner of her mouth and said with a smile: "I found it in my dad's study. He hid a bunch of leaf cigarettes behind the easel."

"You can find all of these." Amy gave a thumbs up.

Francine held the hood with both hands and jumped down. She looked around and waited for more than half an hour. Not to mention the car, there was no one around.

She pursed her lips and looked at Evan, then pulled off the Polo shirt that could cover it.

Evan quickly picked up the glasses that were put aside, and in just a moment, Francine was freed from all the restraints on her body.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and hit her body, revealing every detail.

Francie bit her nails and said, "Are you going to keep looking like this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Evan jumped out of the car and lifted her up.

He smiled at Francine and buried his head.

Francine lay on the hood, watching the white clouds drifting by in the sky, holding tightly to the windshield wiper next to her.

Ten minutes later, Francine was lying in Dalia's SUV, rummaging through the contents in the back seat.

"Honey, I'm exhausted, what are you doing?" Evan's feeble voice came from the white station wagon.

Francine rolled her eyes, then put an energy bar in her mouth, chewed it and said:

"I'm looking to see if there's anything we can use here. Do you want something to eat?"

"Bring me some."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Francine shook her short red hair and saw a small box behind the suitcase.

Driven by curiosity, she opened the small box. Inside the box were neatly placed two large bottles of lubricating oil and a set of douching tools.

Francine smiled knowingly and closed the box.

She randomly picked up a few bags of bread and energy bars, then jumped out of the Chevrolet SUV.

"Evan, I'm here."

Francie walked to her white station wagon with her things and stopped.

The person who was lying there so tired just now was nowhere to be seen.

She put down what she was holding in doubt and looked around, only to hear the rustling of leaves in the mountain wind.

"Evan."

She walked to the side of the road and shouted, her voice echoing in the woods, but there was still no response.

The silent woods gave her a look of panic, and she looked left and right.

"This is no joke time, Evan, where are you?"