Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

"I'm just a little curious."

Mingzhen couldn't hide the curiosity in her eyes and pressed for an answer:

"Just who is this person who managed to win over our Princess Lulu?!"

Song Yang.

Who else could.

I can still taste the pineapple flavor he ate on my lips.

Xing Lu answered silently in her heart.

She didn't want Mingzhen to know about her relationship with Song Yang.

Although she slept with Song Yang in a fit of anger because of some of his words, she didn't want to ruin their long-standing friendship because of this man.

As for how long she could keep it a secret, she didn't know.

Given Song Yang's undisguised motives, he'll probably try every means to get them together.

When it really comes to that, there's no way to hide it anymore.

No!

Absolutely not!

We absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen!

Xing Lu was on guard, secretly warning herself not to give Song Yang this opportunity.

Seeing that Xing Lu remained silent, Ming Zhen didn't think too much about it and continued to press her for answers:

"Lulu, who exactly is your boyfriend?"

"I'll tell you later."

"hiss..."

Xing Lu gave a perfunctory reply and then continued to take off her stockings.

But perhaps the movement was too large, and she accidentally aggravated the wound, causing her to involuntarily gasp.

In an instant, a hint of pain flashed across her face, which had gained a touch of femininity, and her brows furrowed.

Mingzhen saw this and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

Xing Lu's reaction gave her a sense of déjà vu, as if she had experienced something similar herself.

Could it be...

Mingzhen considered a possibility, but still found it hard to believe. However, the facts before her eyes were enough to prove the point.

This made her incredibly jealous. What kind of man could have such charm that he could make her, a woman more beautiful than an angel, feel this way?

"Lulu, are you...?"

Mingzhen asked somewhat uncertainly.

She didn't finish her sentence, but she knew Xing Lu definitely understood.

Xing Lu naturally understood Mingzhen's suspicious gaze.

The other party could see through it and wasn't surprised at all, after all, Mingzhen was an experienced person.

This was even at her insistence; Mingzhen wanted to try everything she could do.

Seeing Xing Lu remain silent, Mingzhen was certain of his guess.

Seeing her best friend's constantly furrowed brows, Mingzhen hesitated for a moment before asking:

"Lulu, did you apply any medicine there?"

"No."

Xing Lu shook her head.

"No?!"

Mingzhen was stunned and immediately felt that Xinglu's boyfriend was a jerk.

They've left people in this state, and they haven't even bought any medicine to apply to them.

Judging from Xing Lu's condition, it's definitely cracked. What if it gets inflamed if we don't apply medicine in time?

Thinking about it, Song Yang was really thoughtful. He had made ample preparations beforehand and even personally applied the medicine to me.

Unfortunately, what Mingzhen didn't know was that the jerk of Xing Lu's boyfriend she was thinking of was actually Song Yang.

It wasn't that Song Yang didn't want to buy it, but rather that Xing Lu refused.

Everyone was in high spirits at the time, and according to her, Mingzhen already had it, so there was no need to buy any more.

After all, we're all in the same boat, so there's no need to go to unnecessary trouble.

"Zhenzhen, don't you have some ointment there?"

Xing Lu struggled to take off her stockings and said:

"Can I borrow it for a moment?"

"what?"

Mingzhen was taken aback upon hearing this, and asked suspiciously:

How did you know I had it?

"You just said it again."

Xing Lu said calmly:

"It must be the same situation as mine."

"Song Yang likes you so much, how could he not be prepared?"

"Right, Zhenzhen?"

Mingzhen blushed slightly, but didn't think much of it.

"Wait here, I'll go to your room and get it for you."

With that, he quickly walked towards his room.

Her steps were steady, showing no sign of discomfort whatsoever.

It's clear that her condition has improved significantly in the past two days, meaning that the door can no longer be closed tightly as before.

Moreover, Mingzhen was also aware that as the number of cases increased, the situation would become more and more serious.

There's nothing we can do about it; Song Yang is just that capable.

Faced with this situation, Mingzhen had no choice but to accept it.

On the other hand, having a boyfriend like that is something many women envy.

If my colleagues who are always thinking about flirting with men knew, they'd probably be green with envy.

Stopping his thoughts, he clearly saw the ointment and left the room.

But at the same time, she was also considering whether she should meet with Song Yang tonight.

Given the current improvement, as long as it doesn't involve working through the night like it did on May 5.3rd, there shouldn't be any problems.

"no!"

Once Mingzhen had this craving for more, he couldn't control himself.

But after a moment's thought, he cancelled the plan.

We can't just think of ourselves; we also need to consider Song Yang's situation.

Song Yang has always been the one making sacrifices, and even if he is young and impetuous, he shouldn't squander his wealth like this so often.

After leaving the room, Mingzhen handed the ointment to Xinglu.

Xing Lu reached out and took the ointment, a strange glint flashing in her eyes.

She only realized it was unnecessary when she was in the mood.

Now that I actually have to use it, I feel a little awkward.

But after thinking about it again, I quickly felt relieved.

She and Mingzhen even shared the same man; what kind of situation was that?

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He took the ointment and went back to his room.

Similarly worried that not treating it in time would leave sequelae, Xing Lu dared not delay any longer. As soon as she entered the room, she took off all her clothes and then found a mirror.

However, the areas where medication needs to be applied are quite inconvenient. The front is fine; you can see it by looking down and it's easy to treat. But the back is more difficult.

Even looking in the mirror, it's still a bit difficult.

If you're not careful and use too much force, you'll gasp in pain.

Moreover, this posture is somehow embarrassing to look at.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Xing Lu couldn't help but curse Song Yang as a bastard in her heart.

At this moment, Xing Lu felt a pang of regret. She should have let Song Yang handle the aftermath at the hotel.

Now it's all over; with no one to help, I have to rely on myself.

wrong.

Song Yang isn't here, isn't that the truth?

Your boyfriend has done this to me, so he should take responsibility.

However, it's still a bit of a dilemma to open myself up to another woman in this way, even if that woman is my best friend and we even share a bond.

　02 But after thinking about it, Xing Lu sighed inwardly.

Alas, this is all I can do.

It wasn't that she didn't want to do it herself, she just had no other choice.

She got up from the bed, found a nightgown in the closet, put it on, and then left the room with the ointment.

Hearing the noise, Mingzhen turned his head to look:

"Lulu, it's done so quickly?"

"No."

Xing Lu shook her head, walked over to Mingzhen, and pleaded:

"Zhenzhen, I really can't do it by myself."

"Could you wipe this for me?"

"what..."

Mingzhen was stunned upon hearing this, then pointed to himself and said absentmindedly:

"Lulu, did I hear that right?"

"Let me help you?!"

"You heard that right."

Xing Lu nodded, and said angrily:

"That bastard only cared about his own pleasure and didn't help me deal with it!"

"Now I can only rely on you, Zhenzhen!"

"Your boyfriend is wrong."

Mingzhen deeply agreed, but she didn't join in the cursing.

Xing Lu could see through Xing Lu's little thoughts; she was just saying it, but deep down she cared a lot about the other person, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten herself into this state.

However, Mingzhen still hesitated to do this kind of thing herself.