Chapter 3 The Empty Mistress 3(1)

Only in the small space in the bathroom can Fang Yating find her true self

Hurry!

The drizzling warm water sprayed out of the faucet and shot towards the elastic skin, along Fang Yating's soft hair, cheeks, neck...

Slide on her seductive, mature crimson

Like a magical palm, the man's palm rubs gently on her smooth skin

It's like millions of naughty ants, climbing from their skin to their bones

At this time, Fang Yating, who was so emptiness, hoped that there would be a strong man who could love himself, care for himself, and be considerate of himself.

There is a bathtub in the corner. Seeing that the hot water was almost in place, Fang Yating walked towards the bathtub

The lush grass and fertile fields, as we walked, the plump flesh rubbed against each other, awakening the desire deep in Fang Yating's heart

She is a woman, a normal woman, and she also needs it

Zhou Baiwen is far from satisfying Fang Yating

After testing the water temperature and feeling it was appropriate, Fang Yating raised her foot and got into the water

She curled her body and lay on the soft massage pillow in the bathtub, turning on the massager

The water under her body rolled against her skin, stimulating Fang Yating's desire, making her unable to stop

On the edge of the bathtub, she squeezed a bunch of lotions, rubbed foam in her hands, and then applied to her delicate and smooth skin.

Or I hate myself for being incompetent, or my body needs it, my sharp fingernails pierced hard into the flesh, and Fang Yating couldn't stand the stimulation, um, hum,

Take off the shower head, and the warm water sprayed washed over the body like an arrow, slowly moving down until the fertile soil that had just been occupied by Zhou Bowen, the water flowed down the ground along the thighs.

Fang Yating only felt a torrent in her abdomen, and she was about to squirt out.

She clamped her legs tightly and resisted tightly. Her mouth was open in an O-shaped shape, and her brows were frowning. Her imaginative expression was not obvious whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable...

Fang Yating only wrapped a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom. Her hair that was not blown dry was scattered on her shoulders, and her pink skin was full of temptation.

But Zhou Bowen had already started to snore. After he was crazy, he no longer had the energy he had back then. The old man with power could not revive the charm of young people even if he was ginseng and tiger bones.

Sitting barefoot by the table, holding a glass of red wine, unzipping the curtains, looking at the dark night outside the window, and emptying your thoughts

Dingling!

In the quiet air, the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone was so scared that Fang Yating jumped

She calmed down and picked up her valuable phone and opened it to see a college party?

Fang Yating murmured softly, her mind had already flown to that youthful era without any complaints, campus, classroom, playground, and the man who was dreamt about, Wu Qifan

Is he doing well now?

I haven't contacted me for a long time. I wonder how Wu Qifan is doing now?

He smiled bitterly in his heart and thought, Wu Qifan should have started a family, right?

He is so handsome, charming, talented and cohesive, and it should be a double harvest in love and career!

In the room, an old man lies on the bed, Zhou Baiwen

Fang Yating stood on the balcony, feeling the gentle and cool night breeze, but she thought of another man in her heart, Wu Qifan, and the era of anxiety about being late

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two years have passed

Wu Qifan should still remember me!

The youthful time and innocent emotions are really unforgettable!

Thinking of the past days, Fang Yating was alone on the balcony, under the night, covered her mouth and chuckled from time to time, and sometimes shed tears.