Two temperatures inside and outside the car.
The north wind was blowing outside the car, and the car was crowded, hot and heartbreaking.
Desire. The burning Bi Tielin, a pair of men and women who were like dry wood and raging fire, one on top and the other on the bottom.
One of them took off her pants, but her shirt was still hanging on her body neatly. The other one was in a worse situation. A corner of her down jacket was hanging on the steering wheel, and she was forced to take off her woolen dress.
The two almost made it to the final step.
Liang Xiaoxiao pushed away with her hands powerlessly, feeling extremely tortured. She repeatedly shouted in a gasping voice, "My leg is broken!"
Whenever Liang Xiaoxiao emphasized it, Bi Tielin felt more excited, and the more excited he became, the more overwhelming it became, and it went on endlessly.
Liang Xiaoxiao pushed his lower abdomen and he shuddered.
Even though he can only use his legs, Bi Tielin has also come up with some tricks and has put a lot of effort into it. He doesn't envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals, he just does it as many times as he can.
Kneeling between her legs, until 4:30 in the afternoon, two shots in a row with no regrets.
The first time was short and I was so excited. After all, it was the first time I saw this image.
The second time...
After a series of vigorous friction, the "machine gun" finally advanced and was buried deep inside.
Perhaps because the recoil was too strong and there was a slight tremor, Liang Xiaoxiao was in tears. She was in trouble. Not only was there a "gun head", but also "bullets" flying everywhere.
One person feels relaxed, the other is in a mess.
After running out of bullets, Bi Tielin stopped and leaned on the back seat, panting for a few seconds. He quickly took off his cotton jacket and wrapped it around Liang Xiaoxiao.
Liang Xiaoxiao blushed and pulled her clothes to sit up. She was really angry and felt very vulnerable as a woman at this moment.
I can't push it away, and resistance is useless. The one who gets dirty is the one who suffers the most.
She didn't understand why Bi Tielin seemed like a different person just now.
She kept asking me to stop, it was so infuriating.
Bi Tielin put a cotton jacket around Liang Xiaoxiao. Liang Xiaoxiao threw it hard, glancing at Bi Tielin with anger in her eyes. For a moment, they could hear each other's breathing in the car.
Do you think Bi Tielin was embarrassed? Yes, he was, but he was very patient at the moment.
Not to mention the look Liang Xiaoxiao gave him, thinking of his own recklessness just now, he had to coax Liang Xiaoxiao even if he had to slap him.
A pantomime suddenly unfolded in the car.
Liang Xiaoxiao's face was as pale as a cooked shrimp, and she lowered her head to adjust her clothes.
She thought it was okay to get dirty, as it was quite cold, and she would go home and take a shower. But Bi Tielin actually reached into her pockets, and Liang Xiaoxiao glared at him again in anger.
Bi Tielin seemed to be unaware of it. He found that the dress Liang Xiaoxiao was wearing on her head had no pockets. He held the car seat and tried to pull the cotton jacket on the steering wheel. Finally, he found the handkerchief in Liang Xiaoxiao's pocket and reached out to pull Liang Xiaoxiao's dress again.
The pantomime can no longer continue.
"What are you doing?!" Liang Xiaoxiao started crying.
Bi Tielin, who rarely showed an embarrassed expression, stretched out his hand to hand over the handkerchief like a child who had made a mistake, carefully observing Liang Xiaoxiao's expression and said:
"Wipe this. Let me wipe your legs."
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Liang Xiaoxiao was so embarrassed that she couldn't face the people of Jiangdong. She felt that she was pregnant and could only pretend to be angry.
Along the way, her blushing face not only did not fade, but she frowned and looked ahead in confusion.
Bi Tielin cleared his throat and wanted to turn his head to say something to Liang Xiaoxiao and hold her hand, but he was so scared by Liang Xiaoxiao's look that he lost his courage.
There were no cars on this narrow path, and Bi Tielin was still looking at the rearview mirror.
He leaned one hand on the car door and drove seriously.
Sometimes he sniffed as if he had a runny nose, sometimes he cleared his throat as if he had pharyngitis, and he didn't dare to lift the corners of his mouth.
The two of them were in an awkward state of silence for more than twenty minutes. As they were about to enter the city and could clearly see the traffic lights ahead, Bi Tielin felt that he could no longer remain silent.
He turned his head to look at Liang Xiaoxiao, his expression suddenly changed subtly, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Xiaoxiao, wear high-necked clothes these days."
Liang Xiaoxiao... frowned impatiently: "What did you say?"
Bi Tielin pointed at Liang Xiaoxiao's neck and said, "Look in the mirror." He finally felt a little embarrassed, his face slowly turned red, and he emphasized again in a low voice:
"Don't forget your turtleneck."
Liang Xiaoxiao didn't dare get off the bus downstairs at home. She went back to the city just in time for her father to get off work. She got off early, one stop away, and Bi Tielin didn't say much.
The two seemed to have a tacit understanding. When Liang Xiaoxiao shouted to stop the car, he stepped on the accelerator.
But for some reason, Liang Xiaoxiao felt inexplicably upset and angry. She was wearing high heels, a hat and scarf that covered her tightly, but she was still freezing. She thought she had just frozen in the car. She hung her head in front of Bi Tielin.
Bi Tielin was speechless. The man looked particularly refreshed and more charming after the two shots. He patted Liang Xiaoxiao's shoulder gently with his big hand as if to comfort her. Then he strode to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out a few bags, and handed over an electric rice cooker.
Liang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, raised her eyes and glared, "What? What do you mean?"
"Use a rice cooker to cook. When the rice is ready, put some cooked meat like bacon on top of the rice, cut into cubes, and blanch some cabbage or something. It's convenient to have meat, vegetables, and rice.
Well, those two bags, one is snacks, the other is sweaters, trousers, red socks and so on. It’s pretty frivolous this year, so wear something red.”
Liang Xiaoxiao turned her head, and the fluff on the red hat swayed unsteadily, showing that she had a bad temper. "I don't want it! You're really annoying!"
Where exactly is the boundary between a man's maturity? Liang Xiaoxiao doesn't know.
But she was really convinced that Bi Tielin could always make her feel extremely helpless with just one sentence.
Bi Tielin looked at his girlfriend who was throwing a tantrum in front of him. Not only was he not panicked at all, he felt that this was a woman's privilege. She thought her little show of self-entertainment was quite cute, and he smiled:
"Xiaoxiao, I'm leaving tomorrow and won't be in Kyoto for half a month. Sigh..." He pinched the Jingming acupoint, as if a little distressed, and used a sigh to attract Liang Xiaoxiao's attention, lowering his head and continuing:
"What to do, I might miss you."
After Bi Tielin left, Liang Xiaoxiao lost her anger and felt lost and melancholy.
…
Liu Yafang would ask Bi Cheng from time to time: "Does your ribs hurt?"
Bi Cheng helplessly looked at Bi Yue and Bi Sheng who were squeezed in the passenger seat and reached out for food.
In later generations, an Audi could fit 14 people. The car belonging to the Bi family in the 1980s was no less impressive. Six people squeezed into a Xialili with a big hole in the back.
Bi Tielin was in a good mood and seldom ate snacks. Occasionally he would ask Bi Yue for a few sips of canned sugar water.
Driving back was tiring, but luckily Bi Yue took over and drove. The whole family was shocked and looked at each other. Bi Yue said vaguely, "Chu Yifeng taught me."
After hearing this, Liu Yafang hesitated to speak.
Bi Yue now has only one strategy. Comrade Xiao Chu is not at home. Are you going to verify the testimony or let me break up? I also have to find someone to settle the score.
Random teachings are forgotten as soon as they are heard. (To be continued.)
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