She did it on purpose.
Let's see how he performs tonight.
Nastu bent down and picked up the roast beef she had just put down from the shelf where she had eaten half of it and handed it to her.
"Eat first, then sleep after you're full."
Su Yumo was so frightened by him that he had no mood to eat.
"I'm full now. Which tent is mine?"
Nastu pointed to one of the identical tents and said, "We'll sleep there tonight."
The tents were too close together, and Su Yumo followed the direction of his finger but couldn't tell which one he was pointing at.
"Uh...I can't tell."
Nastu spread out his left palm and said, "I'll lead the way."
"Okay." Su Yumo put his palm on it.
Leaving behind piles of people staring at each other in disbelief.
"Eji, is that sister we just saw the future Da Yanshi?"
"Yes, from now on, if you have anything you want to say, you can go to Da Yanshi."
"Okay, I want to give the wreath I gave to my father to Da Yanshi."
"Huh? Your dad is still here?"
"But the pink wreath doesn't look good on my father. It will definitely look great on Da Yanshi."
"Then how about you weave a purple wreath for Dad tomorrow?"
"Okay, Dad, I'll make you a new wreath tomorrow."
“I still want pink…”
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The wind rustled the grass outside the tent, and I could hear the shouts of men and women drinking.
Su Yumo stood on tiptoe and wrapped his arms around the neck of the person in front of him.
His attack became stronger and stronger, and Su Yumo's tongue tip felt numb.
The remaining flavor of the beef became stronger and stronger after being processed by the two people, as if they were making a unique delicacy.
Suddenly, several children gathered around the tent to play. Su Yumo's body trembled, and the excitement soared to the peak. The same was true for Stu.
At this time, Su Yumo regained control and slowly moved one hand down along his neck.
Perhaps it was the eruption of hormones, the dark environment, or the declaration in front of everyone just now, but she actually developed a desire to conquer.
She wanted to see this man surrender under her skirt.
She probably has a gangster gene in her body. Tracing back to the source, it may have been inherited from her grandmother.
A close friend once said that this is a happy thing, but people have given it many ugly definitions.
Nastu opened his eyes instantly, grasped the smooth hand on the belt, and moved with it.
The children's voices became increasingly faint as they found a new place to play.
Nastu's breathing became heavier. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "There is water on the table."
"I can't see. Go light a torch."
"Okay." The words almost jumped out of his throat.
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