Reborn beauty like a cloud

Zhao Xuan shook his head and looked at the girl with a smile:

"It's not troublesome actually. On the contrary, I feel very relaxed doing it."

The girl's eyes shone with surprise and curiosity, while the young woman on the bunk above her looked at Zhao Xuan with a smile on her lips, feeling quite interesting.

The box fell into silence again, while Zhao Xuan picked up the book next to him, leaned on the bed, and read quietly.

The pages of the book were gently turned over, and three articles written by Cheng Xuexuan appeared in front of them one after another, namely "Father", "Hope", and "My Day".

It is said that words are like people. In fact, you can also tell what kind of person a person is from the articles he writes.

The more Zhao Xuan read the three articles, the more he liked them, because there was a simple beauty in the words that shocked people from the bottom of their hearts.

"On September 14th, I woke up early in the morning and got out of bed. Suddenly a row of wild geese flew by the window. It suddenly reminded me of the Chinese text I learned when I was a child. It was a very happy day with my parents by my side at that time...

...The broken thermos bottle cut my trouser leg, it seems I need to work hard to mend it again...This dress...after wearing it for a long time, it actually has feelings, hehe..."

I read the article quietly and turned the pages gently. The article was simple, but quite picturesque. In a daze, I could even see Cheng Xuexuan's naughty expression when she smashed a thermos bottle, cut her clothes, and prepared to mend them.

Cheng Xuexuan is not very beautiful, she is even very ugly!

But this does not detract from her beauty.

You know, beauty only describes a person's appearance, while beauty is used to appreciate everything about a person.

Quietly closing the book, Zhao Xuan leaned on the quilt, closed his eyes and rested.

I don’t know how long it took, an hour, two hours... The train stopped and started, people came and went, but the door of this private room never opened, and the two ladies never left, nor did they leave.

How to talk, but Zhao Xuan just closed his eyes and rested.

What Zhao Xuan didn't know was that the young woman on the bunk opposite him glanced at his handsome face like a knife from time to time, seeming to be thinking about something.

The door was gently pushed open, and Zhao Xuan opened his eyes. From his angle, he could only see a pair of black hip-slimming Western-style women's pants and small feet wearing high heels.

The person who opened the door was actually a woman.

A quick glance.

I saw the woman standing at the door dragging a maroon suitcase. When she walked in, she put the things in her hands on the table, sat down gently, and prepared to put her suitcase under the bed.

Perhaps because she was too weak, she tried two or three times without success. She raised her head helplessly and said to Zhao Xuan:

"Sir, can you help me?"

To be honest, Zhao Xuan didn't take a close look at what she looked like when she was packing her things just now. He just felt that her hair was beautiful and she was wearing a dress similar to a cheongsam that showed off her figure to the fullest.

Now that he was being asked for help, he took a closer look at the girl in front of him.

I saw that this girl was about 20 years old. She had an oval face, curved eyelashes, and light-colored eyeshadow that was slanted into the eyebrows. She was less delicate and more charming. Her lips were gracefully curved under the straight bridge of her nose. The light pink lipstick made her lips look slimmer.

It's a bit tempting. The pink flesh on the lips makes people want to take a sip and taste what it tastes like. The pointed chin under the lips is pink and tender, and the shiny black hair is gently rolled up into a girlish bun, which looks a bit...

Arrogant and delicate, this kind of hairstyle is only suitable for tall and elegant girls. The girl in front of her is exactly like this. She is truly a beauty.

Under the soft chin is a soft and even neck. She wears a low-cut black gauze shirt. Her skin is as white as cream and her breasts are high. She is extremely attractive! Her pink shoulders are smooth and thin, which makes her have a unique temperament. Her white breasts are on both breasts.

The breasts are slightly deep, and the breasts that tremble gently with the breathing are tight, showing a perfect arc, which is almost ready to be breathed out.

The black women's pants fully demonstrated how stunningly beautiful her long and slender legs were. Under her feet were a pair of black stilettos, which made her figure plumper and taller. A faint smile hung on her face as she raised her head slightly.

corner of mouth.

Zhao Xuan withdrew his gaze and nodded lightly:

"What do you need me to do?"

The girl looked at Zhao Xuan hesitantly, as if he was looking for something, with surprise in her eyes.

Zhao Xuan smiled and said again:

"Excuse me, what do you need me to do?" His tone was gentle.

The girl was stunned, her pretty face turned red with embarrassment, and she hurriedly said:

"I can't push this box in, can you help me find out what's going on? There's obviously nothing under the bed!"

Zhao Xuan nodded, got off his bed, held the bed opposite him with one hand, and looked down.

This glance was unexpected, and a fragrance came to his nostrils. Zhao Xuan was stunned, and suddenly realized where the fragrance came from. His eyes flashed, and half of the woman's delicate breasts were exposed, showing white flowers and flesh.

Very, very tempting.

Zhao Xuan moved his gaze away. If he continued to look at it, he didn't know what he would do.

"How...did you find anything?" the girl said softly in Zhao Xuan's ear angrily.

The space in the train compartment was already small, and the two of them were doing the same thing, and they were almost close to each other. The woman's hair slid down Zhao Xuan's neck, itching, and there was a very special feeling.

Zhao Xuan shook his head:

"Wait a moment." He said, taking away the woman's box and looking under the bed carefully.

Although he could no longer see in the dark, his eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people. Soon, he found the crux of the problem.

Zhao Xuan pointed to the corner under the bed and said:

"Here! Here's a nail!"

The woman was surprised and said:

"Where? Let me take a look." She said, leaning down, and her huge and plump breasts hit Zhao Xuan's shoulders. They were round and plump, and her plump breasts pressed tightly against Zhao Xuan's shoulders.

, that taste, not to mention how ecstatic it is.

Zhao Xuan pointed to the place, but the woman said:

"You can't see it at all."

Zhao Xuandao:

"You sit on the bed first, and I will help you take out the nails. You don't have to worry about this."

The woman seemed to realize that she was too close to Zhao Xuan at this time. She glanced at Zhao Xuan a little shyly, smoothed her hair, turned around and sat on the bed.

Zhao Xuan held the nail and applied gentle force. He only heard the heart-stopping friction sound caused by the friction of steel. Suddenly, he heard a "bang" sound and the nail was pulled out.

Zhao Xuan took out the nails and pushed the suitcase under the bed:

"alright."

The woman looked at the nail in Zhao Xuan's hand in surprise:

"This... pull it out, there won't be any problem."

Zhao Xuan smiled:

"It's just a nail that fixes the corner of the bed. This one is protruding, and there are three others next to it. At worst, we can inform the conductor when we get off the car. In fact, there won't be any problem."

In Zhao Xuan's opinion, the nail standing there is of no great use. On the contrary, it is very annoying. If someone stuffs a soft bag or something into it, and the bag contains clothes or something, it will definitely be blocked.

There was a big hole, so he pulled out the nail.

After hearing this, the three women all nodded to show their approval of Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan casually threw the nails into the trash can in the box.

Then the whole private room fell into silence again, with only the crisp sound of the young woman upstairs eating apples and the sound of the girl who had just arrived packing her small bag.

Zhao Xuan was a little tired. He couldn't do anything on this train, and it was impossible to concentrate on practice. He might as well take a rest.

So he lay directly on the bed, plugged in the headphones on his phone, put on the headphones, and prepared to rest.

Night falls.

Stars twinkled outside the window, and the entire carriage was slightly quiet. We were about to arrive in Huaicheng at three in the morning, and none of the girls in the carriage was sleeping. Only Zhao Xuan was so unique.

Perhaps it was because of this that the three women all glanced at Zhao Xuan's handsome face from time to time. The last girl among them always had a weird thinking look on her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Dear passengers, please note that we will arrive at the station in fifteen minutes. This station is Huaicheng Station. Please pay attention..."

A gentle female voice sounded, and just as she raised her hand to the girl on the lower bunk, he hesitated to speak, and was about to remind Zhao Xuan, Zhao Xuan slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and put the cover on his chest.

The book is closed.

Zhao Xuan was surprised:

"Are you two getting off at Huaicheng Station?" It turned out that he saw the girls in the upper and lower bunks on the opposite bunk packing their things.

The young woman smiled and nodded in agreement.

The girl nodded:

"I work in Huaicheng, tour guide, how about you?"

Zhao Xuan smiled:

"I'm traveling to Mount Emei."

The girl's eyes swept over Zhao Xuan's face again, her eyes a little strange.

Zhao Xuan touched his face:

"What? Didn't I wash my face clean?"

The young woman interrupted and said with a smile:

"People think you are handsome! What is wrong with you? You are so handsome!"

The girl's face turned red with embarrassment, but she had no intention of retorting. Zhao Xuan smiled slightly:

"It's such an award."

Finally arriving at the station, the three of them parted ways. Zhao Xuan thought about it and finally decided not to rush to Mount Emei overnight. After all, there was no rush. Cheng Xuexuan had been ill for several years, and three to five days was nothing to her.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuan wandered on the street. Half an hour later, he stopped.

Because he suddenly saw a place with bright lights and powerful music playing in it, which was still shocking even here.

"Ha! Nightclub! I love it!"

Zhao Xuan laughed, turned around and walked towards the nightclub. Two minutes later, he stood in front of the nightclub door, and the words Arc de Triomphe came into view.

“My favorite here!”

Stepping into the city that never sleeps, the deafening music hits your face.

Hot, smoke, smell of alcohol, screaming, laughing...

Here is the place to be wild, here is the place to be happy!

Zhao Xuan hummed a little tune and walked into the throng of people.

Weaving through the crowd, he soon came to the bar.

"Have a shot of tequila."

Ever since he met An Qing, Zhao Xuan has fallen in love with tequila, a strong drink. It is hot when it enters the throat, and heat spreads all over the body when it enters the stomach. This is definitely a man's drink!

The bartender quickly gave Zhao Xuan a full glass of wine, while Zhao Xuan turned his swivel chair, turned his back to the bar, looked at the people dancing on the dance floor not far away, and drank slowly.