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Yang Zi gently carried me to the soft bed and greedily kissed my lips. I didn't answer, but turned away from his burning lips. But my whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Sis, are you upset?" Yang Zi looked at me with his red eyes.

"Yang Zi, Sister doesn't feel well, but we can't do this." I tried my best to restrain my most primitive desires, wanting to push away Yang Zi who was already overwhelmed with passion.

"Sis, I'm just trying to comfort her. I can make you feel better. Will you take your hand away? "

had not calmed down from his passion with Master Chen, and now he has come into my room to lure me. I can't accept it in my heart, not to mention that Yang Zi is only a seventeen year old child. He was also the savior of Master Chen's life. How could I do that?

But my resistance was completely useless. I shake my head or nod my head, Yang Zi has his ways to break through my heart.

My hands were still clutching the front of my dress.

Yang Zi saw that I was still very nervous, he stopped what he was doing and said, "Sis, change into a set of clothes, I'll play some music for you. Let's slowly rock and release in the room. "

Without any explanation, when Yang Zi went back to his room, didn't he say that the music would be played slowly? What's wrong? That's what this kid is like. Maybe he changed his mind. Just as I heaved a sigh of relief, Yang Zi returned …

There was also a matching rose red shawl. I gently draped it over my body. Yang Zi opened up the sound system in his room, and the sound was just right, neither big nor small. Yang Zi closed the window, and then closed the curtain. I opened the crystal ceiling in the room, and the soft light of the crystal lamp fell on my smooth body. I put on a pair of straps that made me hate the high sky. My body swayed involuntarily to and fro with the music of movement.

"Sis, you're simply a beauty with a beautiful figure." Yang Zi praised me simply. Put on these clothes. I suddenly remembered that there was another pair of rabbit ears in the closet, so I got Yang Zi to find them for me to wear.

I changed into another form of seductive dancing, twisted my waist and swung my hips, approaching Yang Zi. I spread out my arms, and my breasts shook even more, as though I couldn't stand the restraints of my undergarments, and anxiously jumped out.

Yang Zi, who was watching from the side, was flabbergasted, as if everything in the world had been turned into nothing.

"This." "You." Yang Zi opened his mouth wide in shock. There was no time to shut it. Pointing at me, I couldn't speak for a long time. Yang Zi never thought that he would know Indian chest-shaking dancing. He initially thought that it was to let me dance around to relieve his boredom.

"Hahaha." Yang Zi clapped his hands and laughed, "Sis, are you an Indian girl? But your posture doesn't seem professional. Are you here to make fun of me? " The veil covering my face did not hinder Yang Zi's line of sight in the slightest, as he saw through my predicament of stumbling over to the ground.

I deftly rolled over and crossed my big white legs. I leaned on the soft bed with one hand on my head. She extended her other jade arm and hooked her finger at Yang Zi: "Come over here Yang Zi, I can't wait anymore." The words that captivated the soul were like the chirping of a bird coming out of the valley, a heavenly melody that could cause even my bones to soften.

I've seen people do this when I'm working in a hotel. He didn't expect that he would be able to perform the Indian breast shaking dance so vividly without any teachers to help him.

But the pain in my left ankle made me wince. Damn. This belt was extremely sexy, but its safety factor was too low. It had only jumped a few steps before breaking off the shoelace.

"Yang Zi, look at my feet. It's too painful." I touched my aching ankle. When Yang Zi heard me cry out pain, he stepped over and checked my ankle. He lightly pressed on the left side, causing me to cry from the pain.

"Isn't there any medicine in the room?" Sister? " I shook my head.

"I'll go downstairs and look around. Wait for me, don't move." Yang Zi and the others went downstairs to look for medicine. I gently removed the strap from my feet. It is said that the first one to wear high heels was a man, and that he was King Louis XIV of France. Later, the king found that women were very flexible, wearing high heels would make them more attractive to women. From then on, high heels became popular.

Women love and hate high heels, just like they love and hate men. I once heard one of the hotel's staff at work say why women suffer from high heels but men do not. Damn high heels, I wanted to take her barefoot to work. I really want to kill someone who invented high heels. If he knew that Louis XIV had invented the high-heeled shoes, he might have wanted to travel to France in the seventeenth century and kill him.

I remember a magazine about it, Marilyn Monroe said. The man who invented the heels, whoever he was, owed him a favor. Mary Monroe's words expressed a woman's love for high heels.

As I was thinking wild thoughts in my room, Yang Zi came back with a bottle of safflower oil.