() He Zhiheng had a playful look on his face and said, "You have to think twice about this gift just now. I think you will be even more afraid to ask for the next gift."
Fang Ping had a bit of curiosity on his face and asked, "What kind of gift is so scary?"
He Zhiheng stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips, grinned, and said, "I just gave you a piece of my heart. Now I want to give you my person. Do you dare to take it?"
At this time, He Zhiheng's lower chin was slightly raised, revealing her smooth and jade-like neck. At the same time, her plump breasts were also deliberately straightened out, making them appear rounder and straighter. A mature and charming feminine aura suddenly emanated from her body.
Fang Ping felt his heart tremble and almost lost control. He wanted to imagine the majestic appearance of He Zhiheng's chest after taking off his clothes. What would it be like if he played with it wantonly in his hands? When he thought about it, a certain part of his body became
Become restless.
Fang Ping took a deep breath, calmed down, and said with a look of surprise on his face, "Are you... are you kidding me?" He, who has always had a calm mind, stuttered a bit for the first time.
He Zhiheng looked at Fang Ping's breathing and knew that Fang Ping had something wrong with him. She arched her thin eyebrows, covered her mouth and smiled sweetly for a while, then calmed down her seductive aura and said, "Of course I'm joking.
.Even if I willingly give myself to you, you might still think I am old. What I mean is that I can teach you martial arts."
Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If it can be like this, Fang will never ask for it."
Although he already knew that He Zhiheng was just joking with him, her teasing words seeped into Fang Ping's thoughts and were difficult to erase.
Just after answering He Zhiheng's words, Fang Ping couldn't help but think that although He Zhiheng was older than him, he looked like he was only in his mid-twenties. In his mid-twenties, a woman is as beautiful as a flower.
How can you grow old if you are moist and moist at your age?
Fang Ping knew that he might not be able to sleep well when he went back today. He probably couldn't help but think about what He Zhiheng would be like if she gave her body and mind to him throughout the night.
Just her serious look on ordinary days makes people feel unbearable. If she really gives herself over, how sexy and hot will her mature and plump breasts wrapped in clothes be?
However, this is what a mature woman is like. She can move easily between ambiguity and playing with fire. She will stir up your evil fire between the real and the fake, and misdirect your thoughts, but she will not let you succeed easily.
Maybe from now on, their image of being passionate and devoted will only exist in your imagination. Because all teasing is just a joke for them.
Or maybe when the provocation is enough, they will erupt like a volcano, really pulling you into the torrent of love, completely releasing your long-standing desires, making you forget everything and go crazy about it.
This kind of feeling can never be tasted by untouched women. They don't know how to tease when they restrain themselves, and they don't know how to restrain when they release. They are always so straightforward and boring.
Fang Ping's thoughts raced over and over again, and he took several deep breaths before regaining his composure.
He Zhiheng looked at it with charming eyes, but he pretended not to notice anything on his face, just covering his mouth and smiling.
Fang Ping also felt that he had lost his composure. If this continued, today's gathering would be completely defeated by He Zhiheng. A strong desire to win suddenly arose in his heart. With a thought in his mind, he stretched out his left hand and touched it gently.
The heart-shaped tooth mark on the back of his right hand.
Poppy's long hair and fierce gaze immediately appeared in Fang Ping's mind. Thinking of a dark and evil necromancer, he naturally stopped thinking wrongly.
The moment Fang Ping's fingers touched the heart-shaped tooth marks, in the desolate, desolate and uninhabited ancient battlefield ruins on the distant Netherworld Plain, a necromancer who used his mindfulness to cast spells and commanded the skeleton army to attack several red-eyed mutant monsters, suddenly
She stopped chanting the spell. The skeleton army under her command immediately began to retreat steadily under the attack of the monsters.
"Do you miss me?" The Necromancer, with long hair disheveled and as messy as weeds, asked quietly in a soft tone. A gentle look flashed across her beautiful and pale face.
In the desolate wasteland, only the dark and sharp wild wind whistled by as an answer. The tenderness on the face of the necromancer flickered like a candle in the wind. Soon, her eyes became hollow and indifferent.
, fiercely.
She chanted the spell again, and a stream of dark power snaked out. The surrounding Skeleton Army Period people rushed towards the mutated monsters that were as huge as mountains, and piled them to death with their endless numerical advantage.
, turning their huge bodies into members of the undead army.
Fang Ping didn't know what was happening in the distant Netherworld Plain. He calmed down, took a bite of the food with his chopsticks, and said in a consultative tone, "Second Village Master, I also have something to ask you for help with."
He Zhiheng waved his hand, "Please speak."
Fang Ping said casually, "The store I won today and its future operations will require the strong support of Heyuan Pharmacy."
He Zhiheng smiled sweetly and said, "Just ask your people to talk to the people below me about this matter, and I will let them support you unconditionally. Today is a beautiful day, but we are talking about business. Isn't this right?"
Damn the scenery?"
Fang Ping's mind was empty and there was no wave in his heart. He laughed loudly and said, "That's a very good statement. What's the point of beautiful scenery in a good time? Whose family can enjoy it? How can we pay for the broken wells and ruins when the purples and reds are blooming?
Just talk about romance, not business!"
Then, Fang Ping calmed down and started talking, showing the temperament of a noble man with a calm demeanor and elegant literary talent. As expected, he only talked about romance and paid no attention to worldly matters. He Zhiheng was also amazed and his heart was secretly moved.
He Zhiheng has always had great confidence in her mature feminine charm. Few men who come into contact with her can't help but be tempted by her and can't wait.
However, even though Fang Ping had just entered adulthood and was full of vigor, in the end he was able to remain unmoved by his teasing. Instead, he showed a literary and elegant temperament and started to talk about romance with her.
This made He Zhiheng feel a lot of respect for Fang Ping in her heart. Fang Ping's words touched her heart. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the dreamlike girlhood, longing for beautiful love in her heart, and for
The man's face turns red and his heart beats at the promise of eachother, and his heart secretly promises.
The two drank and chatted happily, and the time passed by quickly, and it was already the zenith of the moon before they knew it. Fang Ping saw that it was already late, and he was afraid that it would be inappropriate to continue talking to He Zhiheng, so he stood up and raised his glass, drank all the wine in the glass and left.
And go.
After Fang Ping left, the courtyard became quiet and felt a bit deserted. The weather had already entered autumn at this time, and after the night, there was a bit of biting chill in the air.
He Zhiheng walked slowly to the Begonia flower in the watery moonlight, reached out and picked off a flower. Fang Ping had already left, and everything just now seemed like a dream, just a shadow.
"Young Master Fang has a delicate mind, elegant literary talent, but also a firm mind and a brilliant mind. After being so provoked by me, he can still keep his mind and not have evil thoughts. He is truly a unique person in the world." He Zhiheng stood in front of the Begonia flower and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
I thought about it crazily. Her plump and slender figure looked a little lonely under the light of the moon.
"It's a pity that when I was young, I met some unkind people. I thought I was a good man that I could marry for the rest of my life, but in the end, I turned out to be a ruthless and heartless libertine!" Thinking about the past, He Zhiheng's face showed a sad feeling, and he shed tears.
The tears flowed down her beautiful and white cheeks. She clenched her fists tightly and crushed the crabapple petals in her hands to pieces.
That night, Fang Ping also had trouble sleeping. After returning home, he thought of He Zhiheng's flirtatious words to his body and mind several times, and then he couldn't help but start thinking about He Zhiheng's plump body wrapped under clothes. If it were all presented to him, he would
What kind of meandering scenery is it?
Fortunately, the wild, sharp, clear, and slightly pleading look in Poppy's eyes when she first saw him has long been deeply engraved in Fang Ping's heart. Just think of this fierce and evil person with an unpredictable temper and a touch of gentleness.
With the necromancer, Fang Ping's thoughts of desire will be suppressed and he will become extremely clear. After all, few people will still think about that kind of thing when facing a necromancer?
Fang Ping was lying on the bed, stroking the heart-shaped tooth marks on the back of his hand, sensing every subtle outline of the tooth marks in the darkness. He couldn't help but miss poppies in his heart, and Fang Ping himself couldn't describe what kind of nostalgia he felt.
.
Poppy's eyes were like a devil's knife, piercing his heart fiercely and lingering. Her limited tenderness was like a touch of warm sunshine in winter, warming Fang Ping's heart. When she left
Her determination and her long black hair flying wildly in the wind made Fang Ping feel melancholy. However, the more melancholy he felt in his heart, the deeper he missed her.
Everything on Poppy's body seemed to have a magical power that wrenched itself deeply into Fang Ping's heart. Just like she bit into his flesh with her teeth and sucked his blood.
"Poppy, where are you now? What are you doing? You left without looking back or saying goodbye, but you left this mark on my hand. What does it mean?" Fang Ping couldn't help but think of that day.
He rode his horse alone and rushed to the valley. The mountains were lonely and deserted. There was only blood and corpse fragments on the ground, and he felt infinite melancholy in his heart.
In fact, in the bottom of his heart, he had always been looking forward to seeing Poppy again. Deep in his heart, he was also looking forward to the fact that Poppy would not act so decisively, but would have the same feelings for him in his heart.
of bondage.
On the distant plain of the netherworld, Poppy, with a fierce look and empty eyes, cursed in a low voice, "You little bastard, you didn't even stop me to say goodbye when we were leaving that day. Why are you thinking of me so much now?" She said.
A ball of white flame condensed on his fingertips and inserted into his heart.
After a while, Poppy pulled out her finger, leaving a hole in her heart, her face regained its indifferent expression, and began to guide the skeleton army forward. Behind her, on the desolate and ruined mountains and grasslands, there were skeletons everywhere.
.
They wielded white bone knives and moved forward slowly and forcefully, destroying all objects with the breath of life, turning the entire world into desolate ruins and a paradise for the undead.