On this day in March, in the second month of early spring of the lunar calendar, on a night with no trace of spring dreams, Zhang Zichu was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, in the streets and alleys, the crazy roar of a fire truck, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling, was heard.
Zhang Zichu couldn't sleep after waking up from his dream.
Zhang Zichu felt upset. This feeling was so damn strange that Zhang Zichu fell into a trance...
His consciousness told him that it was time for me to meditate, so he sat on the bed and meditated.
The habit of meditating is one of his recent cultivation requirements, because meditating can make him more awake. When he was bored in the office, he read a very enlightening article in newspapers and magazines, which said that the purpose of meditation is to forget.
Through the chaos of the world of mortals, you can hear your inner voice.
Zhang Zichu wants to find his inner voice through meditation!
Ni Ma, what is the voice in my heart? It’s very vague. Zhang Zichu is depressed.
Nearing the early hours of the morning, Zhang Zichu fell asleep again in a daze. In his dream... oh, how embarrassing, he was suddenly doing that with a woman!
That thing is what I did in the cornfield back then. More than two years have passed since that thing. My desire for that thing... How should I put it? To be honest, there is no doubt that it has always been huge.
,super strong!
I want to relive it countless times, but how can I do it casually? Besides, who should I do it with, and which woman would be willing to do it? I have to endure it, but I can't bear it - obviously it can't be done!
Zhang Zichu lives on the top floor of a wing of the Lihu Hotel. Compared to the Lihu Hotel, it is very quiet, which means to find tranquility in the midst of chaos. However, this silence often hides a raging fire of desire!
Zhang Zichu knew that his room was close to that of the proprietress of Lihu Hotel...
Why is this? He doesn't know the reason (Wang Qiang deliberately arranged this), but he can't avoid bumping into the beautiful young woman Wang Qiang often, and there is no doubt that the boss's wife has a problem with his eyes. How does she look at people?
What about that look?
The temperature in her eyes is really high! It's hot, hot...it's even evaporating water vapor. In Zhang Zichu's view, there is a special red cloud flying in the woman's eyes.
Zhang Zichu is not a fool. He can feel that this middle-aged beautiful woman has complicated meanings for him, but what can he do? Give her a misty look in return?! Ni Ma, this is obviously not possible! So Zhang Zichu lowered his head.
, remain silent, or smile innocently, or be damn silent.
The middle-aged beautiful woman Wang Qiang knew it very well and thought to herself: This handsome young man will be her subordinate sooner or later. Look at this boy, he is pretending to be noble! He was able to do Liu Xiahui last time, can he do it next time?
Unless he is not a man!
Wang Qiang has enough confidence in her body. Usually when she walks, she will feel a man peeking at her round and undulating buttocks.
Speaking of which, Wang Qiang has long been tired of the old pervert Tang Weihai, but Tang Weihai is still in the position of secretary, so she can't "abandon" Tang Weihai too eagerly...
Wang Qiang has been working hard in the shopping mall for many years and is very aware of the bad qualities of men. In her opinion, there is no man who doesn't like fishy things. For example, this handsome boy Zhang Zichu, he just hasn't tasted the taste of women yet, haha... What a man
Cute baby, you have to play with it, boy. Just wait.
The beautiful middle-aged woman Wang Qiang secretly thought in her heart.
Zhang Zichu would sometimes be in a daze. He looked at Wang Qiang's and Pingting's enchanting back, especially Wang Qiang's waist twisting, the seductive posture of the woman walking... His desire was burning, but Wang Qiang...
When he turns around, he immediately lowers his head or pretends to look at something else.
Wang Qiang vaguely felt that Zhang Zichu was peeking at her, so she deliberately twisted her hips violently. Her hips were undulating. There were rich ambiguous words in them, eagerly waiting for Zhang Zichu to interpret them!
Zhang Zichu's dream in the early morning was actually about having that dream with Wang Qiang...