Apocalypse Cockroach

The phone alarm rang again in Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear, Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and touched the stop button on the phone, the bedroom regained calm, he felt a lubricated and soft body close to his arms, he opened his eyes to the ceiling, his mouth had to smile, suddenly he felt that the deep inner feeling of depression had dissipated the smoke, his heart was bright, full of strength, even if he now singled out S2 he was not afraid.

The cold wind in the morning stroked Zhang Xiaoqiang's arm outside the quilt through the window seam. He took a deep breath of fresh air, and the slightly cooler air filled Yuan Yi's body with cold fragrance. However, this cold fragrance was particularly intense at this time. The intense cold fragrance invaded his lungs, making him afraid to breathe. Afraid of a mouth, this cool fragrance in the heart slipped away from him and made him never find it again.

Putting his left arm exposed to the outside into the quilt, the palm of his hand touched Yuan Yi's slippery back, the texture of the smooth skin was softer than the boiled egg green peeled off the shell, he loved to let go, the palm gently drew a circle on her back, the soft skin under the palm had no slight astringency, along her soft spine until her soft hips, fingers tight gently pinched.

Yuan wanted to get up before Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand rested on his back. When his hand gently touched his back, she felt a bit of shyness and crispness. The feeling of crispness slowly diffused from her back. It was like a calm lake was thrown by a small rock and a little rumble, one layer after another, until it swung to her apex, and her apex also began to crisp. Gently, biting the asparagus fingers in her mouth, she feared that she would sing again to make her face blush shallow, last night she couldn't help but moan to remind her of the burning little face, she breathed deeply in the quilt, wanted to hold back not to make a sound, she was afraid to make Zhang Xiaoqiang joke, in addition to her own smell in the quilt, a strong man smell, it was his smell As soon as she inhaled it, she had a dizziness. Yes, his smell made her dizzy. She felt like she was floating, and her heart was about to float. Her whole body and mind were completely immersed in his smell until his hands touched his most shy place.

Yuan Yi hiding in the quilt shouted delicately, the voice creeping at Noo, like the newly married little wife hiding in the quilt to spit delicacy at her husband. Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was soft and her bones were crisp and crispy.

Moved by the horn, Yuan Yi's head drilled out. She leaned her head against his jaw. Her eyes looked at the blindfolded sky. The exhalation of the corner of her mouth sprayed into his chest. The luminous skin of the warm airflow itched. Zhang Xiaoqiang moved her arm over her back and slowly closed it, holding her tight in her arms.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the white printed plaster thread on the edge of the ceiling, but his heart fell and fluctuated, and he finally opened up, and he was such a big beauty. Although there was nothing worse than the superb product of Guan Qiaoyun, Zhang Xiaoqiang was already very satisfied. This cooler girl who was taller than herself was tired of being in her arms like a kitten, so that his masculinity heart rose. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that Yuan Yi was too strong than Guan Qiaoyun, Yuan could follow herself wholeheartedly. Even if she died, she would not leave. Other than Yang Qiao would do so, could other women?

Susie? Zhang Xiaoqiang did not expect anything from her. Susie was very self-sufficient. As long as she was able to live well, it was her only goal and belief. At least Zhang Xiaoqiang would not give her back for the time being.

The two men kept quietly in bed for a few minutes. Yuan Yi lifted the quilt and got out of bed naked. She stood under the bed and gave it to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Then she started dressing. Zhang Xiaoqiang watched as her rich, snowy body was covered by a piece of clothing. When Yuan Yi wore it properly, she also reached out and was ready to lift the quilt to get up and dress.

A warm little hand was placed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's back. Yuan Yi looked Zhang Xiaoqiang in the eye and said: “Lie down for a while, I'll get some water!” This was the first time Yuan Yi took the initiative to ask Zhang Xiaoqiang, looking at her clear eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang laid back, shrunk in the quilt and watched her work.

Yuan Yi found out what clothes Zhang Xiaoqiang was wearing today and turned around the door. Soon she arrived at the bed with hot water. Zhang Xiaoqiang just lay on the bed and watched her scratch the towel cover on her face. Yuan Yi wiped Zhang Xiaoqiang's body with a towel. She refused Yuan Yi from head to foot everywhere. Xiaoqiang was washed most thoroughly. She washed all the traces of her madness last night. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat up and got out of the bed after washing her body. Yuan Yi started dressing him again. Zhang Xiaoqiang refused Yuan Yi this time, and she was not crippled. Do you need help with this?

When Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yuan Yi walked out the door refreshingly, Yang Qiaoyun and Susi had waited there on the temporary training field. Shangguan Qiaoyun was also waiting in tight clothes. Although she was hot in tight clothes, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not take a closer look. He walked to Yang Qiaoyu, the drummer, to look at her.

In front of Yang Ke 'er, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a little heartbroken. How can Yang Ke 'er's feelings for him be truly genuine? Yang Ke 'er is pure. He is also sincere to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang will never forget that night when he was held hostage by Xie Yuanshan and beaten. Yang Ke 'er cried and tore his heart to pieces. The crying sounds seemed to echo back in his ear. Only Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at her whiteboard body and couldn't get his hands on it.

Yang Kel saw Zhang Xiaoqiang walking in front of him, snorted coldly and stopped looking at him. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that Yang Kel had left him with only one back head. He was also a little helpless, although he had also spoken of a distortion to temporarily compress Yang Kel, but at this time he was also a little embarrassed, looking at Yang Kel's little girl's feelings, and his heart was also a little touched.

Looking at Yang Qiao's little ear in the morning wind, he walked up to the front and held Yang Qiao in his arms. Yang Qiao struggled slightly after being held by him. Of course, this struggle was symbolic. Otherwise, Zhang Xiaoqiang would have thrown him to the other end of the chicken farm. Yang Qiao leaned in his arms and his little fist gently knocked him in the chest. Although she hit him gently, she hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's body with a heavy fist.

Zhang Xiaoqiang grinned and endured Yang Qiao's delicacy. Yang Qiao's mouth was still reading: “Can't you wait a few more years to kill this bad thing? You really can't hold it? Anyway, she should be behind me! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang held Yang Keer tight and said in her ear: “Yuan Yi has no incense on you! ”

Yankee stopped knocking on his little fist, her eyes flickered, her clean and fresh little face blossomed like a flower, her big eyes bent slightly like a string moon, her little mouth retracted, a row of crystalline and delicate little silver teeth also revealed her lips, she lowered her head and gently smelled on her shoulder, seemingly confused.

Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly said: "Only I can smell your incense, but you can't smell it yourself! ”

Yang Ke 'er let go of his heart, his jealousy in his heart also faded a lot, looking Yuan Yi's eyes still full of hostility, but not against Zhang Xiaoqiang cold eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Yang Ke 'er was fooled by himself again, only slightly exhaled, at least Yang Ke 'er and Yuan Yi won't fight in front of him, right?

Zhang Xiaoqiang loosened Yang Qiao. Yang Qiao saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang was no longer embracing herself and was reluctant. But she knew Zhang Xiaoqiang's temper and knew that Qiao stopped. This is also where Zhang Xiaoqiang appreciated her most.