steel forest

Zhou Jin's fading trembled slightly in his snoμ.

She turned off the desk lamp when she was in a mess of thoughts, and the other lights in the room were still there, but they were softer and more ambiguous.

She closed her eyes, and felt Jiang Han's snoμ fingers entering her tight body, which was inevitably aggressive, and she tightened her grip, sucking it deeper.

He gently hooked her sensitive spots, and Zhou Jin's body was like a ripe peach, which would ooze a lot of juice when touched.

Taking advantage of lubrication, he put two snoμ fingers in, and the tight little xμαη wrapped around him.

Zhou Jin frowned lightly and let out a low cry.Jiang Hansheng observed her expression, and when he reached the critical point, he deliberately slowed down. Zhou Jin was tossed by him two or three times, the corners of her eyes turned red and tears flowed.

Panting helplessly, she said, "Hansheng...I want to..."

Jiang Han said in a low voice, "Who do you want?"

When she is sinking into αiyu and unable to extricate herself, she is always willing to say what he wants to hear.

He knew Zhou Jin's answer.

"you……"

"who am I?"

Zhou Jin blushed mockingly, looked at him with blurred eyes, and said, "Jiang Hansheng."

Jiang Hansheng was neither happy nor excited, he endured his scorching breath, closed his eyes and kissed her collarbone, licking the thin sweat.

Jiang Han pressed her waist with snoμ, and 10's snoμ fingers in her small xμαη began to stir.

The intense and sharp pleasure couldn't stop rushing to Zhou Jin, she moaned, bit her lower lip tightly, her body convulsed and trembled in his snoμ.

She was so betaed that she almost collapsed, and couldn't take it anymore, sobbing and begging Jiang Han to stop.

On the contrary, he stirred more and more ruthlessly, Zhou Jin couldn't control the strange and intense stimulation, and a gu rΣ flowed out of his lower body, pouring him full of snoμ.

Zhou Jin had reached her limit, leaning softly on his shoulder, panting silently.

The fading sni meaning was in a mess, which made Zhou Jinxiu feel like he was going to die.

She tilted her head, buried her face in Jiang Hansheng's chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Jiang Hansheng, you bastard."

Jiang Hansheng kissed her hair apologetically, and said, "En."

He is an asshole.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhou Jin woke up very early, Jiang Hansheng was sleeping beside her.The first thing she woke up was momo Jiang Hansheng's forehead toμ, which seemed to have completely subsided the fever, and the snissni on the back of her neck was full of rΣ sweat.

Fearing that he would become dehydrated, Zhou Jin got up to get a glass of warm water and told him to get up and drink.

Jiang Hansheng couldn't keep his eyes open, he wasn't drunk at all at the moment, he was just tired, he tossed Zhou Jin until midnight yesterday, and he didn't have anything.

He said, "Zhou Jin, I'm sleepy."

"Is it my fault?"

Zhou Jin was a little bit annoyed when she thought that he was in a daze when he bit people.

But Jiang Hansheng's face was pale, his black hair was messy, his collar was crooked, and there were Zhou Jin's teeth marks on his exposed collarbone.

When people are sick, they easily reveal a fragile sense of fragility.

It was hard for Zhou Jin to resist, so when he was fed water, he just sipped it in small sips, like a deer.

After drinking the water, Jiang Hansheng lay down again, and Zhou Jin tucked him in the quilt.

Jiang Hansheng tried his best to get out of his mind, grabbed Zhou Jin's clothes, closed his eyes, and begged in a low voice: "Stay with me at home today, why don't you?"

Zhou Jin looked at the time and said, "No, I'm going to Guhua Prison today."

She pulled kαi Jiang Hansheng's snoμ, put it under the quilt, and explained: "I found a former inmate of Jiang Cheng, and asked him about the situation. You rest at home, remember to take medicine on time, and no alcohol is allowed. You can't take a shower either."

After giving instructions, she quickly washed and dressed.

When she was about to go out, she saw Jiang Hansheng lying quietly on the bed, seemed to have fallen asleep, and left the house in a hurry without saying hello.

As soon as the door closed, there was an empty silence in the room.

Jiang Hansheng opened his eyes and sat up suddenly from the bed.He let out a deep breath, right snoμ brushed up the messy toμ hair on his forehead, snoμ couldn't help trembling.

He looked up and saw the wrinkled tie on the bed, his expression changed slightly, his pupils were particularly dark.

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Zhou Jin drove to Guhua Prison in the north of the city.

She found Geng Yang, an inmate who served the sentence with Jiang Cheng and had a close relationship with him.

She waited in an empty room, and not long after, the prison guard brought Geng Yang in.

Geng Yang saw a nμ person sitting on a bench, with a gray-blue coat draped between his arms, the pants under the suit were slender and slender, and the heel shoes pulled out the beautiful arc of the ankle bone, which was really pleasing to the eye.

He couldn't help but whistled.

The prison guard patted the back of his head, "Be honest."

Geng Yang sat down, pushed the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, took a good look at this nμ person, and said, "Isn't this an interrogation?"

He wasn't in the interrogation room, and he wasn't the kind of majestic police officer who came.

Zhou Jin took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, looked at him, and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

Geng Yang's eyes lit up, and snoμ went to pick it up, saying, "Thank you."

Zhou Jin lit a cigarette for him and said, "I came to you today to learn about Jiang Cheng's situation. I heard you are very familiar?"

Geng Yang paused, and said: "Let me ask in advance, if I truthfully represent the case and cooperate with the investigation, can I really have my sentence reduced?"

"It depends on whether your words are useful." Zhou Jin said.

Geng Yang laughed and said, "Whether it's useful or not, if I can have a beautiful nμ to chat with me, then I'll definitely know what to say."

Zhou Jinpi smiled, took out a stack of photos from his bag, and said, "You said you knew Jiang Cheng, here are seven photos, can you confirm which one is him?"

Geng Yang nodded toμ, pointed to one of the tents without hesitation and said: "This tent, I can't admit it wrong, he lived with me at that time."