Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

Another issue is that, being young and vigorous, and having undergone various enhancements, his energy is truly excessive.

If you don't vent your emotions, you'd probably be fine even if you stayed up for three days and three nights, let alone one night.

Song Yang certainly wouldn't compromise himself, and besides, he was flying first class precisely for convenience in situations like this.

Thinking about who should solve his problem, Song Yang got up and opened the sliding door of the cabin.

I compared them in my mind, but actually, there's no need to compare them at all.

Compared to Zhao Mosheng's ample bosom, Wang Manni's figure, especially her bust, is practically flat.

If it were really about sleeping together, without a doubt, it would be more comfortable to hold Zhao Mosheng.

Immediately, Song Yang walked to the door of Zhao Mosheng's cabin and knocked on the sliding partition door.

Zhao Mosheng also couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning as usual, but not because she was too energetic to sleep, but because she was worried that Song Yang would come looking for her.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, they had gotten to know each other well enough to have a certain understanding of the man.

This understanding, in particular, made Zhao Mosheng quite certain that the dozen or so hours on the plane would not be peaceful.

“Bang, bang…”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Zhao Mosheng tensed up. Even though she guessed that it was probably Song Yang knocking on the door, she still asked.

Sure enough, Song Yang's voice came from outside:

"It's me. Come over here, I'm waiting for you."

After saying that, there was no more noise outside, so he had obviously gone back.

Zhao Mosheng bit her lip, her expression shifting constantly.

What surprised her was that the anxiety she had been feeling earlier actually subsided after receiving Song Yang's invitation.

Even the body that had been tense relaxed completely.

This mentality is like that of a death row inmate awaiting execution. Before the bullet is fired, they are filled with fear and anxiety. Some people are even so scared that they wet their pants. But once the gun is pointed at their head and the bullet leaves the barrel, all these problems disappear.

Zhao Mosheng faced a similar situation, except that she wouldn't be executed by firing squad, but she would still be shot and wet her pants.

It's not the head that's being pointed at by the gun. No, that's not right. Sometimes it is pointed at the head, but in front of it.

But the bullets that leave the barrel are the same, they are all fired in a burst, and the number is in the hundreds of millions.

As Zhao Mosheng got up, preparing to go to her appointment with Song Yang, she suddenly remembered something and took something out of her bag and put it in her hand.

After Zhao Mosheng entered her cabin, Song Yang saw what she was holding and exclaimed in surprise:

"They even prepared this; they've gone to great lengths."

The thing Zhao Mosheng was holding was none other than disposable gloves that could provide protection.

"..."

Zhao Mosheng remained silent, not wanting to waste any more words with Song Yang, and simply wanted to unpack the package to satisfy him.

Since we're already here, all we can do is hope it ends soon. What else can we do?

"and many more."

Song Yang stopped Zhao Mosheng and shook his head, saying:

"I don't like using this."

"I never use it!"

Meeting Song Yang's gaze, Zhao Mosheng's expression was resolute:

"no!"

"If you don't..."

Song Yang was unconcerned about Zhao Mosheng's determination. Before she could finish speaking, he reached out and pulled her away.

Around 3 p.m. London time.

The flight departing from Shanghai is about to land at London Heathrow Airport.

Before this, a flight attendant came over to remind him to be prepared and gently knocked on Song Yang's cabin door.

"Mr. Song, the plane is about to land at the airport."

"Please prepare in advance. If you need anything, please let our crew know."

"I see."

Just as the flight attendant was waiting for a response from inside, she heard a voice from behind her.

The flight attendant, who was fairly good-looking, turned around and looked at Song Yang coming out of the cabin behind her, a look of surprise flashing across her face.

She remembered clearly that she was the one who knocked on the door of the cabin belonging to this gentleman named Song Yang, not the one behind her.

As for the cabin behind him, it belonged to the woman who was traveling with him and whose figure was less than ideal (317cm).

Without a doubt, they slept together.

The flight attendant quickly understood; she had seen this kind of thing many times and was used to it.

Just then, the cabin door behind her, which she had knocked on, was pushed open. When the flight attendant turned around, she saw two women walking out of the first-class cabin.

Judging from their complexions and the rich charm in their eyes, this flight attendant is no naive girl; she's been through a lot.

She saw through their true intentions at a glance and knew the reason behind it.

So this scene almost made her lose her composure and fail to maintain her professional demeanor.

He couldn't help but be secretly surprised. This handsome young man named Song Yang didn't seem to be just a pretty face.

A dozen minutes later, the plane landed at the airport.

After filling out the entry application, the three of them exited the airport.

For some unknown reason, Wang Manni and Zhao Mosheng remained silent throughout the journey, their expressions cold and indifferent, which seemed quite out of place with their rosy complexions and alluring demeanor.

Song Yang didn't care about their behavior. After taking them out of the airport, he hailed a taxi and drove straight to the hotel he had booked.

His English was only so-so before, but he got the passive skill of English Proficiency from Xing Lu, which made him speak English more fluently than Mandarin, and he could speak different accents from different regions with ease.

Chapter 138: Three people? No, there's a fourth.

I have to say is.

Why is an umbrella a standard accessory for gentlemen in Britain?

The main problem is that the weather here is gloomy all year round, and it rains frequently, so it's very inconvenient to go out without an umbrella.

As soon as Song Yang and his two companions arrived at the Hilton Hotel, which they had booked earlier, it started to rain from the gray sky.

As guests staying in the presidential suite, the hotel provides professional butler service, and a private car will pick you up and drop you off after check-in.

After I took my passport to the front desk to verify my information, a gentleman in a suit and tie, who looked very British, came over.

For some reason, Song Yang only booked one suite.

This is not to save money, but to make things more convenient for myself and avoid the hassle of running around later.

After all, the suite has two bedrooms, enough for three people to sleep in.

Judging from the current situation, there should be one more room available.

Besides, the hotel is just a temporary two-night stay to adjust to the time difference; the cruise ship departing the day after tomorrow is the main event of this trip.

Zhao Mosheng silently accepted Song Yang's arrangement, because she knew very well that she couldn't refuse him at all.

What's done is done. Even if we live separately, what difference will it make? When Song Yang needs me, I'll still have to obediently kneel on the ground.

However, when Wang Manni learned that Song Yang had arranged for the three of them to live together, she began to consider living separately.

After what happened on the plane, it's obvious to anyone with a brain what Song Yang's intentions were behind this arrangement.

But seeing that Zhao Mosheng, a married woman, didn't object to Song Yang's ulterior motives, she had no choice but to give up.

If a married woman can be so open-minded, what does a single woman have to be afraid of?

Moreover, from what happened on the plane, Wang Manni gradually realized that her original ambitions might be in vain.

Young, handsome, and wealthy Song Yang clearly didn't see himself as the kind of woman he could confide in.

All I gave myself was sunshine and rain; there was no emotional investment whatsoever.

To put it simply, it means being interested in one's own body.

But how to say it.

Even so, Wang Manni still harbored a sliver of hope.

She hoped that one day Song Yang would have had his fill of fun and choose to keep her by his side.

That's why she didn't lose her temper because of what happened on the plane.

After all, only by staying can one have a chance to realize their dreams; if they leave in anger, there will truly be no hope left.

Moreover, having already made such a sacrifice, it would be a huge loss to just leave like this.

No matter what, I have to get something from Song Yang that is enough to make up for my losses.

After the butler and housekeeper left, only Song Yang, Zhao Mosheng, and Wang Manni remained in the spacious suite.

A lone man and a lone woman—no, it was a lone man and two women alone in a room—didn't create the expected ambiguity; instead, there was a heavy silence.

Song Yang smiled, took the initiative to start a conversation, and looked at the two of them, calling out:

"Mo Sheng, Manny."

Zhao Mosheng and Wang Manni, who were opening their suitcases, both trembled when they heard Song Yang's voice, thinking that they were about to start a three-player ranked match.

The two exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away, before turning around to face Song Yang, waiting for his next move.

Seeing the two of them looking like they were about to get right to it, Song Yang didn't do anything. Instead, he sat down on the sofa and smiled, saying:

"What are you thinking about?"

"Do you think I only think about those kinds of things?"

ha?

Do you think you aren't?

You have absolutely no self-awareness!

Listening to Song Yang's teasing of the two of them, Zhao Mosheng and Wang Manni almost couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"Okay, go take a shower now."

"I'll pack up, go get some food, then wander around a bit, and then come back to sleep."

Song Yang waved his hand and made simple arrangements for today's events.

Look.

In the end, it all comes down to sleeping.

However, seeing that Song Yang wasn't going to start playing ranked games together, the two breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then they each took out a change of clothes from their suitcases and went to the bathrooms in the master bedroom and the second bedroom, respectively.

To be honest, from the moment they got off the plane, they were thinking about getting to the hotel to take a shower and clean themselves up.

After all, the strong perfume on her body was rather pungent.

It's not that they want to do it this way, but rather that they want to cover up other smells on their bodies.

After spending most of the night moving around in a space like first class, the smell on your body must be quite complex.

Actually, the first class cabin on airplanes does provide showers, but the time available is too short. It's fine for a quick wash, but to really get thoroughly clean inside and out, it takes at least half an hour.

I was sweating so much, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was drenched in sweat.

Song Yang, who was waiting for the two of them to finish showering before he went to shower, suddenly felt like he had forgotten something.

wrong.