Miyamoto Nako's firm and smooth chest was unreservedly pressed against Qu Yong's arm and chest wall. The satin-like touch of her skin made the latter shiver. She whispered: "Why don't you tell me your story?"

Listen, think of it as an exchange."

"This woman is really perverted." Qu Yong thought to himself: "It seems that she won't kill me for a while. She must have completely played me and let her get perverted happiness from it, and then she will kill me to silence me. What should I do?"

What to do? How can we use this time to escape?"

"Don't you have a story?" Miyamoto Nako gently clasped Qu Yong's chest muscles with her fingers, and then slowly slid down, across the xiphoid process of the sternum, across the belly button, and stopped three inches below the belly button.

, this is where the Dantian is located, and it is also the key point of a man. Qu Yong is a genuine virgin. He can't hold on to this stimulation. Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, and physiological reactions are about to occur.

"Are you blushing? You are indeed a little virgin." Miyamoto Naoko knows very well the feeling of a virgin being touched by a woman on his lower abdomen or even lower, that itchy and a little bit crazy feeling, of course, if it is

If you use your mouth, the stimulation will be ten times or twenty times worse.

"I have a story." Qu Yong couldn't help but grab the slender hand that was teasing him from the water, and said with a bit of begging, "I'll say okay."

"Okay." Miyamoto Nako let him hold her hand and said with a sweet smile: "What you say, I'm all ears."

"Once upon a time, there was a man named Liang Shanbo..."

"No, let's change a story." Miyamoto Nako said: "I am also very familiar with traditional Chinese stories, especially the love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, which is even more well-known. Of course I know it."

Qu Yong saw that she could even use Chinese idioms so well. It seemed that he could not be fooled. He touched his nose and said, "Then let me tell you a story about a little boy. Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Qu Yong.

He was born in a very remote and remote mountain village. In the small mountain village, there are more than twenty families living, all of whom have been here for generations.

Living in this land, the little boy has a pair of hard-working, kind and loving parents. Although his family was poor since he was a child, his parents would save the good things for him to eat, so although he was poor, he lived a very happy life.

, until one day, his father contracted a disease called "Butterfly Spot"..."

Qu Yong spoke slowly. He had never told his past in front of anyone in such a complete and unreserved manner in half his life. Perhaps it was because of the influence of the atmosphere, or perhaps because there was too much pressure in his heart.

You need to talk to others, and strangers are undoubtedly the best listeners.

He was a little embarrassed at first, but after he started, he gradually immersed himself in his own world, as if he was just telling it to himself, telling interesting stories about his childhood life in the countryside, going up the mountain to cut trees, and going down the river.

Catching fish, digging sweet potatoes in the fields, these are all small things, but now I think about them, they are so delicious.

But all this came to an abrupt end that year when his father fell ill. The memories he had after that were all about his mother's strength and hard work, the smell of soup and medicine at home, and the calls for debt collectors who came to his door before every Chinese New Year. Life became even more miserable, but he

He never complained about his parents. On the contrary, he felt that he was useless and could not relieve their burden and could not help them much.

"I remember that every time my father coughed, my mother would secretly wipe her tears on the stove. At that time, the little boy was most uncomfortable and he couldn't do anything to help. My mother wiped away her tears and told him that as long as he studied hard, he would be better than anything else.

, in the countryside, if you want to fly out of the mountains and raise your head in front of people in the city, there is almost no other way except studying. My mother always said, you must live up to your ambition."

As he talked, two lines of tears fell down Qu Yong's cheeks. He didn't know it, and his voice was choked, "So the little boy has been sensible since he was a child, and he knows that he will repay his parents well when he grows up, so his test scores

He had never finished second in the exam. From elementary school, to junior high school, and then to high school, he relied on the help of the villagers and the government's subsidies for poor students. That year, he scored 630 points in the college entrance examination and passed the exam.

The best university scores in the province.”

"However, on the night when the admission notice was sent, he packed up his quilt and clothes and prepared to quietly go out to work with his older friends in the village. He knew that the family situation would not support him in going to college.

, whenever he sees his mother's gray hair on her temples before she reaches fifty, he feels guilty. Working earlier and supporting the family earlier is almost his only way out..."

"Ah..." Nako Miyamoto seemed to be immersed in this story, as if it touched the deepest softness in her heart. Maybe it's because although the story is simple, Qu Yong's feelings are too sincere and lifelike, or maybe it's because the story is simple.

It's because when people meet naked, they are more willing to accept some touches and be moved by others. "What happened next? What happened next?"

"Later? I may have to tell you what happened next time." At this time, a cold voice came from outside the bath, which seemed so out of place in this atmosphere.

"Who?!" Nako Miyamoto was shocked. She knew her skill very well. If there were footsteps within a radius of nearly a hundred meters, she would not be able to hear them. But when did the owner of the sound come in? She really had no idea when the owner of the sound came in.

Unaware.

"The man with the bronze mask is back." Qu Yong knew that the man with the bronze mask was back, and his story came to an abrupt end. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a moment, but he also knew that his life should be saved.

.

The copper-faced man said stiffly from outside: "You don't need to know who I am. I will never do anything to a naked woman in my life. You are given one minute to get dressed and leave quickly, otherwise I will make an exception!"

"God, who is this person?" The copper-faced man was talking. Miyamoto Nako had been able to capture the existence of this person, but when she listened carefully, she seemed to be completely unable to hear the copper-masked man's breathing and heartbeat. There were only two

The first possibility is that there is a dead person outside, and the second is the situation of the person outside.

The world is already too far ahead of her, so she can't hear it, "In addition to the master, there are people who are much higher than me in this world? Who is he? He speaks Chinese, is he Chinese? No matter what, I

This is not the best situation now, so it seems like it’s better to leave first.”

After Miyamoto Naoko made up her mind, without any hesitation, she stroked Qu Yong's chin, gently put the shed tears into her mouth, took a lick, and then laughed and said: "Little virgin, I'll listen to you next time."
Chapter completed!