I’m Really a Superstar

late at night.

Rao Aimin had just finished chatting with Zhang Ye about the subject of martial arts, and covered him with the quilt to let him rest. The unlocked door opened, and Chen Chen came in.

"Auntie."

"What?"

"I want to pee."

"Didn't I teach you how to climb the toilet last time?"

"I can't reach it, I need to pee."

Chenchen was wearing a small pajamas with a half-dream and half-awake expression.

Zhang Ye heard it, and joined in the fun, "I also want to go to the toilet."

Rao Aimin slapped her mouth, so she had to go over and pick Chenchen up, shoved her feet to open the toilet of Zhang Ye's house, held Chenchen and put her on the toilet, muttering in her mouth: "The big one is over, the small one, the small one. When the big one is over, you can save me some snacks, okay?"

Chenchen is done.

Rao Aimin raised her chin, "Go back to sleep by yourself."

"Oh." Chen Chen didn't know whether to keep his eyes open or closed, and walked away sleepily.

Zhang Ye urged, "Auntie landlord, you can get me a coat, and I have to go to the toilet too."

Rao Aimin pouted and opened his cabinet, took off a large coat, and threw it on the bed. She was probably tired herself. After sitting on the bed, she took off her shoes, took her legs up, and got into the warm body. In the quilt, without lying down, the person is still leaning on the head of the bed, which is equivalent to sitting there with his hands on his shoulders, closing his eyes and sleeping.

Zhang Ye, who was dressed in autumn clothes, put on his coat and went to bed and toilet. Although he was still swaying, he was much better. When he came back, he went to bed, went to bed, and lay down against the wall.

"I'll squint for a while," Rao Aimin said.

Zhang Ye said: "Okay, you can sleep too."

"Call me again if you have something to do, don't make any noise." Rao Aimin fell asleep on her back in shame.

Zhang Ye has slept for too long today, and now he's not so sleepy anymore. He turned around a few times and opened his eyes again. He glanced at Rao Aimin beside him through the moonlight. The face is just as beautiful, and from the side, the face is very thin, very sharp, and the chin is a little pointed. Zhang Ye didn't care whether she fell asleep or not, he moved his body and leaned in closer, and lay down on Sister Rao's lap again without treating himself as an outsider.

Rao Aimin slid into the quilt on both legs, and the person was still sitting on the back at an angle, so Zhang Ye was just right to lie down. The top of the quilt was just enough to show his head, and the side of his head was on Rao Aimin's stomach.

When a person is weak, there are fewer things to think about, the things to consider are simpler, and the courage will naturally become stronger. After lying down for five minutes, Zhang Ye couldn't sit still. He closed his eyes and put his hand on Rao Aimin's leg. , squeezed, felt the elasticity of her thighs under the bodybuilding pants, adjusted the posture of her head, Zhang Ye generously touched Rao Aimin's stomach, lifted her gray sweater, and got his hands in.

Uh, there are autumn clothes inside.

The light is not good, and I can't see any color.

Zhang Ye Yu Chuang lifted the underside of her autumn clothes again, snorted, and then put his palm on Sister Rao's belly. The skin was so thin that it was very slippery when you touched it up and down.

Rao Aimin didn't move.

Zhang Ye hasn't taken advantage of Sister Rao for a long time. He hasn't seen each other since he went to Shanghai. When he returned to the capital, he just chatted a few words in a hurry. When he got the chance, Zhang Ye followed the principle of "thieves don't leave empty space". Of course, he had to wipe his teeth a few times. Zhang Ye had done this before, but many times he didn't end up very well. If he fell over his shoulder, or his arm was twisted and almost dislocated, but now he is a sick person, and a sick person has the privilege of a sick person.

Hand in.

Little by little, getting higher and higher.

The belly, the belly button, Zhang Ye felt the position with the touch of the palm of his hand.

Hu Di, his fingertips paused, his fingernails and the belly of his fingers touched a bit of fabric, a very soft material, which was obviously Rao Aimin's bra, and there couldn't be anything else in this place. Zhang Ye didn't hesitate. He picked up his fingers, wriggled for a while and let the four fingers slowly go in from below. Then he pushed his hand, and the entire palm of his hand disappeared into the bra. The palm of his hand was instantly full of flesh, and the cracks between his fingers were covered with flesh. The elastic flesh was packed, even squeezed out from behind the fingers, and the back of the hand was tightly covered by the fabric inside the bra. That is to say, the bra Rao Aimin is wearing today has no wire loops, so it does not have a retracting effect.

It's full of oil

This oil is in place

Zhang Ye was satisfied. Once he took advantage of this advantage, his whole body seemed to be in a much better condition, and the burning sensation had subsided a little. He might not even have had thirty-eight degrees. It's a little cooler than myself, but it's not too obvious. The body temperature of the two should be about the same.

Amazing.

Can oil be cured?

"What is it?" A female voice suddenly pressed down above her head.

Zhang Ye coughed and said, "Well, I'm looking for a position to sleep."

In the darkness, the female voice said, "Is this your sleeping position, kid? Didn't I tell you not to call me when I'm fine? Why don't you let me rest?"

Zhang Ye said with a shy face, "Let me sleep with you."

The female voice said, "Don't talk nonsense, take out your hands."

"Don't take it." Zhang Ye mocked, "If I don't grab something, I won't be able to sleep soundly."

The female voice sneered, "Are you looking for me to do it?"

Zhang Ye lay down as a bachelor, "You can do it. Anyway, I can't do it anymore. My head is dizzy, my brain is hot and my eyes are black. I'm as weak as a piece of paper. As he spoke, he shouted miserably: "Oh, my head hurts again, I can't do it, I'm going to die."

Snapped.

Zhang Ye was beaten in the head

"Little bastard, play tricks on me," the woman said.

Zhang Ye said speechlessly, "Are you really fighting?" In fact, it didn't hurt at all, but this fellow exaggerated: "It's over, my hand has lost consciousness, my consciousness is gradually blurred, my body..."

"Don't be stinky, go to bed quickly." After the female voice said this, there was no more to say.

Zhang Ye squinted his eyes and glanced at Rao Aimin from the gap, and found that she had closed her eyes and fell asleep, and she was no longer attached to the hand in her bra. She pulled it out, but didn't take it back. Instead, she switched sides and stuffed it into the bra on her right. Suddenly, her palm, five fingers, and even her fingernails were immersed in softness.

It was like lying in a cotton field.

It's like being in a sea.

Zhang Ye felt extremely comfortable, and when he moved his feet, he also caught Rao Aimin's thighs from under the covers and caught them between his own legs. At this moment, sleepiness came.