Ye Gong is addicted to cigarettes. This addiction seems to exist in the body with the blood, and he has the urge to smoke at any time, and he can't stop at any time.

In his eyes, the white cigarette smoke was the most sexy thing. He passed it under his nose and across his lips, and held it in his mouth as it floated in ecstasy.

When the cigarette was lit, the burnt smell of tobacco rose up with the flickering flames and the curling smoke, like a graceful naked girl dancing, dancing in his lungs and in his heart.

It was the smoking gesture of the woman in front of him that was so charming that made Ye Gong put his eyes on her for one more second.

The light in the bar is an aphrodisiac, and the woman's smile hangs on her face, like a sign attracting customers.

She came over with a wine glass and drank it all in one gulp in front of Ye Gong: Now, I have no wine, you can buy me a drink.

She put her hands on Ye Gong's shoulders, turned around and sat in his arms.

Ye Gong buried his head in her dyed red hair and sniffed the hazy smell of smoke on his head. It was a sharp and spicy fragrance mixed with female body odor. It made him intoxicated and made him

Lost.

He wanted to inhale her like a cigarette, sucking it all the way to the end, really savoring it.

They say women are made of water, but this woman is not like that.

She was like a stick of dry firewood, which ignited at a moment's notice, crackling and swaying magnificently, as if after tonight, everything would cease to exist, leaving only the ashes of lust.

The leaf bow rippled in the blazing ocean, almost sighing for rebirth.

They rolled in the quilt and the temperature gradually dropped.

Ye Gong took a breath, this life is nothing more than this, he thought, and immediately lit up a cigarette.

He looked at her nestled in the quilt, her face still glowing red, her scarlet lips hot, looking a little messy under the entanglement, but she was more affectionate.

He touched her fiery red hair: I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?

The woman turned her face away, with a smile in her voice: Just call me... Xiaoyan.

He nodded: Yes, you are so charming, you are so red, so beautiful.

He put out the cigarette and turned over, trying to press her under him again.

All I felt was a piece of cold ashes.

Trembling, he pulled back the quilt and huffed.

All she could see was her red-haired head huddled in a corner of the quilt. Where was her body? Her body seemed to have turned into a puff of smoke, and she couldn't catch it before she saw it.

Ye Gong's sweat and urine flowed out together, seeping down the trembling thighs into the mattress.

Suddenly, she turned around, and the blush on her face was about to recede, replaced by some disappointment: What, don't you like me the most?

She licked her scarlet lips, and Gululu rolled over to kiss Ye Gong again.

But Ye Gong had already rolled under the bed.

When he had the courage to lift his head out of the bed again, there was nothing left on the bed except a burning scarlet cigarette butt.
Chapter completed!