Chapter 118 Women are very annoying
It was one thirty in the morning.
Cui Jing opened her eyes and closed them again. She woke up once an hour ago because of the explosion of fireworks outside. If you set off fireworks in the city after nine o'clock, you will be fined. Then she thought: This is not her old world.
It has nothing to do with her, it just disturbs her sleep. Annoying.
Cui Jing got up from the bed and drank some water. She opened the locked door and took a look. The lights in the living room were still on and Fan Ci'en had not returned from the cocktail party yet.
In fact, it was her fault for breaking the promise. She would never do such a "willful" thing again.
She returned to her room and turned off the lights. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly felt something moving at her feet, and she flicked the light and breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that she had fallen asleep again. In her dream, she kicked the pillow to her feet and pressed it down. The latex pillow was very resilient and it bounced flat, and the slight movement woke her up.
The impact of the division on her was too profound.
In the past, this kind of noise would never disturb her sleep. It's so annoying.
She is not worried about the safety here. There are bodyguards on duty at the door 24 hours a day, and the mansion also has a "nanny room" for the bodyguards to live in. Therefore, the so-called live-in psychologists would stay in a star-rated hotel about two kilometers away after get off work (12 hours at night).
She looked at the time. She had slept for more than forty minutes and it was now 1:53 in the morning.
Fan Ci'en hasn't come back yet.
.
The sofa was like a sticky slime that swallowed up anyone who lay down on it. The alcohol concentration and pheromones in the room exceeded the limit. Fan Ci'en's sanity burned along with the handmade cigarette, and the strictly controlled banned drugs gathered exponentially in a roll of handmade cigarette.
It burns away the depression in your heart, releases repressed desires, and is addictive.
The nerve centers are controlled and the body becomes listless and decadent.
The smell of burning cigarette compounds, the dazzling lights, and Zhang Ye's reluctant but resolute face witnessed her continued descent.
Falling.
"Sister Xiao Fan, uncle asked you to go see him. He has something to announce to you. I also have something to tell you. Sister Xiao Fan? Let's go back, Sister Xiao Fan."
No one agreed.
He then called out again, "Fan Ci'en."
When she heard the name, Fan Ci'en's eyelids moved, and she opened her eyes and saw a woman coming over and squatting beside her knees. She had long black hair. Her black hair spread out on the sofa, and she had an attractive smell.
Fan Ci'en leaned forward, and the tip of his nose touched the woman's lower chest. There was a steel ring inside, which must be a very shaping underwear. It smelled very, very sweet.
It's very, very greasy, sweet and greasy, and it's choking.
This is an Omega, exuding the scent of pheromones.
Fan Ci'en exhaled a thin puff of smoke, pulled the woman to him, grabbed her hair and kissed her. An unofficial study showed that women have softer lips than men.
Maybe there is some truth to that.
Fan Ci'en seemed to be in a state of ecstasy. Her seemingly dull eyes contained nothing but desire and no warmth. Her soul and body had reached a state of extreme emptiness and contradiction.
Not only are women's lips soft, their xenses are soft too, very, very soft, just like the sweetness on her body, so much that it's a sensory overload. If she were a bee at this moment, she would be choked to death by the flowers.
"Ah!" There was blood on the woman's lips.
The voice is also very sweet.
Looking at women from a general perspective is really a very strange feeling. After the differentiation of the groups, AO sexuality is a natural orientation. However, for female Omegas, this feeling is reasonable and acceptable, but also... taboo.
"Sound good to hear."
She combed the woman's long hair with her hands, looked at her delicate eyebrows, round eyes, and delicate nose. She was so sweet, so sweet. Only her lips were a little cold.
The woman sobbed as if she couldn't bear it.
Fan Ci'en leaned in to see the lips making the sound. His thin eyelids were sunken and his eyes were hard to focus under his eyelids: "Make some more sound."
"No, it hurts. I regret it! Help me. Ah..."
After Zhang Ye received a phone call, he stood next to Fan Ci'en and watched her kissing the woman. She was also quite sadistic towards her same-sex friends. The woman reached out to him for help.
The minty smell that made him uncomfortable in the air became stronger.
He pressed down the woman's outstretched hand and said to Fan Ci'en, "It's too dark."
"During the transportation, Buhei woke up and started to push his body wildly in the cage. There was no more anesthetic, so they took it out of the cage in the back seat to calm it down. It ran away when the door was opened, on the road..."
Who is not black?
Fan Ci'en's brain suddenly exploded.
...The cat is dead.
It's all over.
Fan Ci'en suddenly laughed out loud.