Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to take a shower, so he just went back and wiped himself before going to the fitness room.

Miao Cuihua is not here.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down and scratched his head, not knowing what he was anxious about.

Suddenly the lights went out.

Because the curtains were drawn, the room was dark.

Suddenly the lights came on.

What is bright is not the light above the head, but a lamp hanging on the wall. The light is concentrated and shines on the stage.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw Miao Cuihua clearly on the stage, his nose felt hot and began to bleed.

Wide-leg trousers with gold and silk patterns made of gauze, with a jingle ring around the waist, and hollows on both sides of the thighs. There is only a hard cloth belt hanging above the hip bones. The belt seems to be falling at any time, but with an amazing waist-to-hip ratio, the belt is still

So solid.

Looking at the plump belly but the waistline, Zhao Chuanxin felt that this might be the healthiest and most beautiful female figure.

Going up, there is only one bra.

There is still a ring underneath.

There was actually a drum beat.

Boom...

The gramophone in the corner played distinctive tribal-style music.

Miao Cuihua moved her limbs like a snake, twisting her extremely flexible waist and hips. Zhao Chuanxin could see the gaps in the gauze, faintly revealing touches of fair skin.

It’s so bewitching.

Zhao Chuanxin's nosebleed was so long that he forgot to wipe it.

This kind of dance should be a tribal fusion style, which was taught by Zhao Chuanxin.

But it's not exactly that, it actually incorporates balancing techniques.

Combined with Miao Cuihua’s self-made costumes and props, the impact on male vision cannot be greater.

When she turned around, Zhao Chuanxin saw a triangular hollow belt hanging from her waistband. The piece of gauze was translucent.

Shadowy...

There is actually a tattoo on the back. I don’t know when it was tattooed. The pattern looks familiar to Zhao Chuanxin. It must be the style of the Kanaka tribe, and it vaguely corresponds to Zhao Chuanxin’s tattoo.

Women of the Kanaka tribe are not eligible for tattoos on their bodies. They can only get a vertical tattoo on their chin.

Mahina must know this, but why should she get a tattoo?

Miao Cuihua's skin is fair and delicate, while the Kanaka tattoo pigment is darker, which makes her skin even whiter.

Somehow, with the tattoo, Zhao Chuanxin feels even more charming.

Really, Zhao Chuanxin swore that he encountered the biggest temptation in his life today.

Gu, it’s really a voodoo!

With every movement, Zhao Chuanxin felt that her lower clothes were in danger.

But it still remains unresolved.

Art, it’s so artistic.

At the end of the song, Miao Cuihua was dancing, and when it ended, she unknowingly arrived in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

I don’t know how she did it, her expression was cold, but her eyes were charming, maybe it was the eyeshadow

She just lowered her head slightly, then raised her eyes, and Zhao Chuanxin's heartbeat accelerated.

Captain Zhao also wanted to quibble: "I, I looked at it with a critical eye..."

Miao Cuihua's voice was ethereal: "Will the king still come to court early tomorrow?"

"No, it's late, it's time to go to bed..."

Miao Cuihua took a step closer, bent down slightly, and held Zhao Chuanxin's knees with both hands: "Why don't you look at me?"

Zhao Chuanxin's anger arose from his heart, and his evil arose from his courage.

What a woman, dare to challenge the uncle

He quickly stood up, put one arm around Miao Cuihua, and lifted her up directly.

Miao Cuihua was not afraid, she put a white and tender arm on his shoulder casually, tilted her head and looked at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his fingers on the hollow strap, pinched one end with his index finger and thumb, and held the other end with his other three fingers and his palm, competing with one hand.

Collapse...

The strap is broken.

Okay, I'm going to solve the biggest suspense tonight.

Captain Zhao didn’t want to separate occasions at all. He started in the fitness room and traveled thousands of miles.

The showdown between two masters who practice balance is often sensational and fierce.

Why do you need to put out the candle to untie Luoyi?

I don’t know where the bright lights came from, which set the atmosphere just right.

White flesh and black flowers, seen in the moonlight.

My face is not red and I am not out of breath.

As Zhao Chuanxin's physical fitness increases, he actually has a regret that it is difficult to find opponents.

But today we really meet our opponents.

Sister Hua is the most talented and best-trained among the people who teach balancing skills to Zhao Chuanxin. Even Zhao Chuanxin can’t compare to her.

Hard work makes her strong.

Like Yi shooting at nine sunsets, he is like a group of emperors soaring like a dragon. When he comes, he calms down his anger like thunder, and when he leaves, he is like the clear light of the river and the sea.

Sister Hua finally broke out tonight.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt refreshed.

The two looked at each other, smiled, and slept in each other's arms.

The next morning, I opened my eyes almost at the same time.

Their bodies are both strong. They lie opposite each other with their legs crossed, so they don't feel numb or tired all night long.

Miao Cuihua pressed her forehead against Zhao Chuanxin's chin: "Let you feel it."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Yes, it's hard to say that it didn't give an empty-nester like me a little shock."

"All men are like this. I reconciled with myself when I was very young and understood that I am just an ordinary citizen."

"Then you, an ordinary citizen, have so many tricks up your sleeve."

"Enjoy the joy of suffering."

"There are many fallacies."

There are generally two types of reconciliation with yourself.

One is to accept fate and reconcile.

Accept that you are just ordinary and can hardly achieve great things, calm down and start a new life.

The other is recognition and reconciliation.

Suddenly the golden shackles were opened, and the jade locks were broken here. Hey, the tide came from the Qiantang River, and today you know who I am.

Zhao Chuanxin realized something clearly when he was very young.

Miao Cuihua just woke up today.

Memories of being desperate, displaced, disappointed, etc. are like a passing cloud, and I don’t care about them anymore.

Unlike Zhao Chuanxin, Miao Cuihua has faith. She believes that there is a god in this world, and Zhao Chuanxin is a god, so she firmly believes that the views of the Kanaka people are true.

It’s just that God is different from what she imagined.

God does not necessarily have to be aloof, stern, or devoid of emotions.

When she was chatting with Mahina, she expressed some of her own opinions and revealed some of her thoughts unintentionally.

Furthermore, Miao Cuihua’s figure, skin and temperament have undergone earth-shaking changes recently.

The simple Mahina vowed that Miao Cuihua was destined to be the woman of God. She had inherited the power of God, so she made an exception and got Miao Cuihua's tattoo.

Zhao Chuanxin touched her back and said, "Why don't you have any scars?"

His body was numb and numb, while Miao Cuihua's back was smooth.

Miao Cuihua said: "It was there at first, but then everything healed."
To be continued...