The Vicious Female Partner Was So Angry That She Cried

Ruan Lutang watched Xiang Xiaolou's actions, and a few smiles flashed in his eyes.

She was originally drawn by Pei Zhao to meet the wine and meat friends she had made before going abroad in the name of a long-lost reunion. When she was bored, she received a message from Xiang Xiaolou.

After so much bait, the fish finally took the bait, Ruan Lutang was immediately happy, and quickly posted a circle of friends visible only to her. Sure enough, within a few minutes, Xiang Xiaolou came over.

From the moment she entered the door, Ruan Lutang looked at Xiang Xiaolou under the cover of the dim light, watched her spill a few drops of spirits on herself, watched her staggering against others, watched her lead herself step by step. Go to the bathroom.

Even now, watching her pretending to be delirious, she took the initiative to unzip her coat, and the thin shoulder straps of the suspender skirt were driven by the movement towards Xiaolou, falling off her shoulders, and hung on her lotus root-like arms, in coordination with her. Xiaolou's obscure and drunken eyes made her a little more charming and charming.

Xiang Xiaolou's whole body was dyed a light crimson with alcohol. Whether it was on the neck or the half circle exposed from the chest strap, even the fingertips of her coat were covered. A touch of powder.

Ruan Lutang glanced at Xiang Xiaolou's fat-like skin, and countless unspeakable thoughts flashed in his mind. Such a beautiful pink, just lightly scratch it with your nails, and the crimson will immediately show a white mark...

She was in a daze for a moment, and soon came to her senses. She was about to avoid her sight with her eyelids down, but was pulled towards Xiaolou.

Xiang Xiaolou seemed to be a little nervous. Ruan Lutang could feel her trembling with her fingertips, but she did not shrink back. On the contrary, she was afraid that she would regret it. Hold Ruan Lutang's wrist and hold on to it.

She took a deep breath and stuffed Ruan Lutang into the compartment. She stood in and locked the wooden door of the compartment with her backhand.

The cubicle is not large, and a sitting toilet is placed in a space of less than one square meter, which is even more cramped. The place where there was only one person in and out, was forced into two people abruptly, and there was no place to turn around.

Ruan Lutang and Xiang Xiaolou stood face to face, almost eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose distance, so close that she could not only smell the alcohol on Xiang Xiaolou's body, but even feel the steaming heat on her face.

"Why are you here?" Ruan Lutang stepped back a few centimeters away from Xiang Xiaolou, and asked.

This question was very simple, but Xiang Xiaolou could not answer truthfully. She had to continue pretending to be drunk, half-squinted and said in a daze: "I'm so tired, the smell of the hospital is too unpleasant, I don't want to, don't want to go back... "

From the gap between her eyelids, she saw Ruan Lutang's face showing a bit of guilt, and said: "I have troubled you during this period. You don't actually need to do this hard work. It's the same with a caregiver."

Ruan Lutang wanted to have a normal conversation with her, but Xiang Xiaolou's thoughts were not on this.

Her fingers clasped Ruan Lutang's wrist tightly, not daring to look at Ruan Lutang, she lowered her head hastily, her bright tongue flashed past, she licked her ruddy lips, and her alcohol became richer.

"Xiaotang," Xiang Xiaolou said, "can you help me, okay?"

Ruan Lutang glanced at her fingers so hard that her knuckles were white. His tone was no longer as cold as before, but he still had a sense of alienation: "How can I help?"

Xiang Xiaolou didn't say anything, instead of answering with actual actions.

She turned around, bent one leg and half-kneeled on the toilet lid, took off half of her coat, revealing a complete back.

Xiang Xiaolou wore a pair of red-soled shoes, the heels were thin, and the red on the soles was extraordinarily sexy. The thigh and calf were folded and folded together, forming a dazzling ball of white.

She took off the coat on one side and stacked it on her waist and hips randomly, covering her tight waist and becoming the dividing line between the upper and lower body.

The zipper of the skirt was stuck to the waist, splitting to reveal the bright white back. Xiang Xiaolou put his hand on the water tank, and his arms rose up, and the beautiful butterfly bones on his back were about to flutter like wings.

Xiang Xiaolou turned her head, the alcohol steamed her cheeks blush, and her brown pupils were covered with moisture: "I can't reach the zipper, can you help me, okay?"

"...Okay." Ruan Lutang was still cold, but her voice became muffled at some point.

Xiang Xiaolou wears a suspender skirt, and for the overall beauty, he uses a hidden zipper. The slider is the size of a small rice grain and is hidden in the gap between the zipper keys.

The slider is too small. Ruan Lutang inevitably touches Xiang Xiaolou's skin when pulling the zipper. It is slippery and soft to the touch, and it turns red with a slight force.

Xiang Xiaolou drank alcohol, his skin turned red, and his body temperature was also high. Ruan Lutang's fingertips were slightly cold, and Xiang Xiaolou couldn't help but shrank a few times when she touched her, and got goose bumps all over her body.

Ruan Lutang looked at her for a while, and carefully pressed it with her fingertips. Starting with the slightly convex spine, Ruan Lutang had a bad mind, deliberately tilted her fingers, and gently scratched the skin with her nails a few times.

White marks appeared on his skin as he wished, and he snorted to Xiaolou, collapsed his waist and avoided it.

She held her head up, and slowly staggered her overlapping legs. But within a minute or two, whether it was Xiang Xiaolou's plump and clean thighs, or her slender and slender calves, there was an imprint, which was a deeper red than the fumigation of wine.

Ruan Lutang glanced at the amorous feelings, suddenly took a wrong breath, and the zipper on his hand was also stuck in the same place.

A few messy hairs got stuck on the zipper keys and twisted round a few times, but they were enough to displace the keys and stop the slider.

Ruan Lutang took a second look and found that her hair was the same light brown as Xiang Xiaolou's head, and she didn't know how she got it on.

But Ruan Lutang didn't pick it up, he untied the hair carefully, picked it out, and said, "I'm stuck in my hair."

"Yeah." Xiang Xiaolou let out a muffled snort, and the heavy breathing sound sprayed into the narrow space, making the air thinner again.

Without the roadblocks, the road on which the slider traveled became particularly smooth. Ruan Lutang didn't make any more small movements, and properly pulled the slider to the top of the zipper.

"It's okay." Ruan Lutang didn't stop for a second, immediately put his hand back and put his back on him, Xu Xu leaned on the door frame to look at the small building.

Xiang Xiaolou really seemed to be drunk. He collapsed and leaned on the water tank for a few breaths before regaining some strength and slowly straightened his upper body.

The coat slipped from her waist with her movements, revealing her tight bee waist, but soon, Xiang Xiaolou put on the coat and wrapped her exquisite figure.

She thanked, and put that leg on the ground. But perhaps it was because of pressing for too long that Xiang Xiaolou's legs were numb. As soon as she put her legs down, she shook her body a few times and slammed forward.

Fortunately, Ruan Lutang had quick eyes and quick hands. He stepped forward, stretched his hand around her waist, and fixed Xiang Xiaolou in his arms.

"are you fine?"

Ruan Lutang tilted her head to ask her, her voice rang in Xiang Xiaolou's ears, and the air current when she spoke hit her neck, itchy, as if scratching her heart.

Xiang Xiaolou's face reddened somehow, but fortunately, her face was already red, but the red that just came up was not obvious.

She bit the tip of her tongue to make herself awake, then shook her head and replied, "It's okay."

Ruan Lutang then carefully released Xiang Xiaolou, squeezed her shoulders and pushed her down and said in a deep voice, "Be careful."

Her expression is still always cold, but her voice finally fluctuates, and she looks a little worried and afraid.

Xiang Xiaolou was happy, Ruan Lutang reacted to her, which showed that she was not doing useless work.

She was happy in her heart, the expression on her face became much softer, and she smiled softly at Ruan Lutang. According to her experience, people with cold appearance like Ruan Lutang are often more unable to resist a soft and simple woman.

Unsurprisingly, Ruan Lutang's eyes were a little dark, and he sullenly reminded her: "Miss Xiang doesn't drink well. It's best not to come to the bar alone. It would be dangerous to be seen by others as you are drunk."

Relying on his current drunken persona, Xiang Xiaolou wrinkled his face and shook his head, reached out to catch Ruan Lutang's hand, and carefully observed it in front of him like a curious cat, muttering in his mouth: "No."

"Miss Xiang..." Ruan Lutang frowned in disapproval, as if finally realizing that he couldn't communicate with the drunk, and used some strength to pull it out of Xiang Xiaolou's hand.

But as soon as she moved, Xiang Xiaolou suddenly sent her face over, rubbed Ruan Lutang's palm like a baby, and looked at her with shiny eyes: "I won't show them, they again Not Xiaotang."

Ruan Lutang's movements stopped, surprise flashed across his face, and he looked at her silently.

Xiang Xiaolou took the opportunity to follow her arm up, hooked Ruan Lutang's shoulder, and hung himself on her body.

She took advantage of her drunk status to the extreme, first rubbed her face against Ruan Lutang's neck, then rubbed her chin with the tip of her nose, and said with a foolish smile: "It's cool and comfortable."

Ruan Lutang tilted his head to look at Xiang Xiaolou, the two people's noses were intertwined, full of ambiguous breath, their lips were only separated by a finger distance, as long as someone sent it forward, they would be able to stick it on.

Ruan Lutang looked at her blushing lips and slowly said, "Your lipstick is very beautiful."

Xiang Xiaolou gave a low laugh, stretched out her index finger and rubbed it heavily on her lips. Her movements were very rough, and her full lips were torn out of shape.

Her fingers were crooked, and a red mark was immediately drawn out from the corner of her lips. Xiang Xiaolou's lipstick is spent, but it looks more **** than before.

Xiang Xiaolou put his fingertips on Ruan Lutang's lower lip, and rubbed the red grease on her lips repeatedly, finally dyed Ruan Lutang's lips.

She pressed on Ruan Lutang’s lips, put her finger back, stared straight at Ruan Lutang, clicked her lips with that finger, and said, “Now, you have my lipstick on your mouth.”

Ruan Lutang fixed his gaze on that finger, watching Xiang Xiaolou's behavior, his eyes darkened a bit. The air seems to be full of □□, a spark will start a prairie fire.

At this moment, Ruan Lutang's cell phone rang.

While staring at Xiang Xiaolou, she reached out and answered the phone. Listening to a few words on the other end, her face instantly changed.

Ruan Lutang put down the phone, looked at Xiang Xiaolou, and said, "Just now, Ruan Mingyuan died."

The author has something to say: I really didn't do anything! Just pulled a zipper! ! Check if my sister can be merciful and raise her hand, don't force me to kneel down and beg you! !

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