C7

I want to push Zhang Yutong away, but my hands are out of control and I can't lift them.

Zhang Yutong's disturbance allowed the door of my desire to gradually open, like a flood, uncontrollable.

"Cough, cough …" Zhang Yutong choked and coughed, she immediately threw up and used water to rinse her mouth.

I was so embarrassed, I just said, Sis Tong, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.

Zhang Yutong turned around and rolled her eyes at me, "Who asked you to endure this?"

After saying this, Zhang Yutong seemed to have thought of something, and with a lonely expression, she said: "Xiao Fei, older sister is out of love."

After the flood came out, I felt the lust gradually disappear. Taking advantage of this, I quickly put on my pants and comforted her, "Sis, don't be sad, you are so beautiful and young, there are so many men who like you, he will regret it sooner or later if he doesn't cherish you."

"Big Sister likes to hear these words, he will regret it sooner or later. "But …" Zhang Yutong said, "But big sis still feels a bit uncomfortable. After all, we've been together for so long."

Zhang Yutong felt very uncomfortable. This meant that she cared about her feelings, which was much better than being a heartless woman.

I didn't know how to comfort her nor did I want to worry Sister Ting, so I called him and said that Sister Tong had returned.

Sister Ting couldn't help but exhale a long breath when she opened the door and saw Zhang Yutong. She could tell that she was truly worried for him, and then she quickly walked in and hugged him, and comforted him in a soft voice: "Yutong, it's alright. We won't be sad anymore.

Zhang Yutong leaned on Sister Ting's shoulder, her eyes secretly turning red, following that, she burst into tears, her tears rolling down her face.

Faced with his best friend, Zhang Yutong finally removed all of his pretense.

After crying for a while, Zhang Yutong suddenly stopped crying and said while wiping away her tears: "Isn't it just a lost love? Tingting, Xiao Fei, I will be treating tonight, let's go sing a song. "

Zhang Yutong was like a different person, crying and laughing, she really did not know what she was thinking.

Sister Ting knew that Zhang Yutong was still worried, so she did not say anything. In the evening, we went to Nightingale's Bar and sat in a private room. Zhang Yutong had ordered some wine, she was originally a person who rarely drank, and her alcohol tolerance was also not good, but when Zhang Yutong fell in love, she did not refuse to drink. After drinking a few cups of beer, her beautiful face quietly reddened, and she looked extremely charming.

During this time, I acted as the escort, sitting in a corner, quietly watching them and not drinking much. Seeing them in a state of drinking, I guessed that I wanted to drink to the point where I had to send them back home.

Zhang Yutong's alcohol tolerance was higher than Sister Ting's, but after drinking a few bottles of beer, she started to feel a little drunk. Her interest in singing was piqued, so she went to order a song called "Stinky Man."

Men can put on an act, be born with flowery speech, sweet words, false feelings, shameless things …

Hearing this, I couldn't help but frown. It really was a blow to the face.

After the climax of the song, Zhang Yutong stopped singing and threw the microphone to the side. She picked up her wine cup and continued to drink.

When they left, Zhang Yutong and Sister Ting had already drunk their fill. After Zhang Yutong got drunk, she was a little crazy.

When I got home, I couldn't help but sit on the sofa and relax a little.

Sister Ting leaned on the sofa. The friction when she was being helped up the stairs caused her clothes to be in disarray, her breasts were erect, and her legs were slightly opened. Her gaze followed the white legs and looked into the depths.

Zhang Yutong probably felt that it was hot, so she took off her shirt and put on her black undergarments, making his skin feel white and smooth. It was plump and bulging, forming a deep ravine in the middle of it.

The atmosphere in the room became more subtle.

Looking at the scene before me, my mouth is parched and I feel extremely uncomfortable.