People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

After a while, Fang Zuo smelled the milky fragrance that only belonged to a young girl, and could even feel the warmth from her fair skin.

Zhou Yuanyan shook his head helplessly.

"Does this mean that her Father God's realm should be similar to mine?" Fang Zuo looked at Fatia, who was dozing off, her little head nodding back and forth. "So there's something she's familiar with."

"That's possible." Zhou Yuanyan nodded. "But maybe it's some kind of fluctuation that's very similar to a magnetic field. Perhaps she thinks of you as her father?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.

Go on a cruise, do a favor, and pick up a daughter?

At this time, Fatia rubbed her eyes and woke up.

Looking at the surrounding environment in confusion.

"Come on, I'll take you to see your room." Zhou Yuanyan said to Fatia.

Only then did Fatia come to her senses and looked towards Fang Zuo.

"Go with him. I'll come to see you when I have time." Fatia nodded, then turned and followed Zhou Yuanyan.

After taking two steps, he looked back at Fang Zuo.

That look...reluctant to leave.

You don't really think of me as your father.

Fang Zuo touched his chin.

At this moment, there was a vibration in my pocket.

Fang Zuo took out his phone and saw that number again...

That woman.

what do you say that is?

Maple Flower Love?

Chapter 214 Maple Flower Love's Tenderness

【I miss you, see you at the coffee shop. 】

Fenghua Lian deleted and retyped, typed and deleted again, and finally chose the simplest and most direct one, which was also the one least likely to make mistakes.

After Feng Hualian sent the message, she stood up nervously and paced back and forth, looking at her phone.

But the other party never replied to the message.

Fenghualian sighed.

Since the two of them had a relationship, this time was even more nervous than the first time.

It's like a girl in her first love going on her first date with her sweetheart.

Some don’t know what to do.

I was so nervous that I even walked back and forth around the apartment with my briefcase on my back forgot to put it down.

Fenghualian, what are you nervous about?

It's just another meeting.

she told herself.

Finally, the other party replied.

[Let’s not go to the coffee shop. Let’s go to the apartment that night. I’ll come to your house to find you.]

what?

He's coming here?

Since I never thought of receiving guests here, and every time I come back I just catch up on some sleep.

The lights in the apartment are specially chosen to be warm and low-light to make it easier to fall asleep.

This ambiguous environment, dim lighting.

Fenghua Lian swallowed a few gulps of water, as if she could sense what was going to happen, and put on her artist mask.

Thinking of the force that night, Feng Hualian shuddered and took a deep breath.

I quickly took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a cup and ice cubes.

Drink in small sips.

Wait until a bottle of beer is finished.

Feng Hualian's uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

Although I am still very nervous.

Feng Hualian put down her wine glass and took off her suit jacket. Her white shirt revealed her black bra, and the black and white combination made her look more like a white-collar girl.

Should I change my clothes?

Fenghualian thought.

I felt a little regretful for sending the text message. I should take a shower and change my clothes. Wouldn’t that be better?

Feng Hualian opened her shirt, buried her little face in it, and inhaled deeply through her small nose, smelling whether there was any sweat.

Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any other strange smell.

"What are you doing?" came the man's voice from behind.

Feng Hualian quickly raised her head.

The man looked at her with great interest as she lowered her head.

"You...when did you come?" Feng Hualian's face turned red.

"Just when you put your head into your white shirt," Fang Zuo said, "what are you doing?"

"No... I was just... smelling to see if there was any sweat." Feng Hualian stuttered, trying to find another excuse, but she couldn't think of anything in such a short time, so she could only express her true thoughts.

"Oh, you don't need to smell this..." said the man.

"Yes...ah? What...?" Feng Hualian said as usual, then her mind was stunned. What did it mean?

Fang Zuo took two steps forward and approached Feng Hualian who was sitting on the sofa.

Feng Hualian was petite to begin with, and when the man slowly approached, she blocked the warm light. Then, as the man approached, she could only look up to see the man's face.

Until he was only one step away from her, Feng Hualian could not even see the man's face, and when she looked up she could only see his chest.

Feng Hualian lowered her head to look straight ahead, and her little face turned red instantly.

The level gaze is even more wrong.

She quickly turned her head and looked away, just when she didn't know what to do.

The man bent down, grabbed her thighs wrapped in black stockings with his big hands, and pressed hard with his ten fingers.

Feng Hualian only felt the skin of her thigh being pressed down by ten fingers, and her body suddenly softened.

But he felt his body lighten as he was picked up by a pair of big hands.

"Ah..." Feng Hualian screamed, arched her waist backward, hurriedly wrapped her legs around the man's waist, and stretched out her hands to try to maintain her balance.

Avoid falling backwards.

Why does this scene look so familiar?

That night began like this on a high tower in Tokyo.

Feng Hualian's waist was arched, showing amazing elasticity, her little face was red as blood, and the heat from the big hands holding her thighs made her even more intoxicated.

The next second, the man turned her around, sat on the sofa, and then shook it lightly.

Following this force, Feng Hualian straightened her waist and sat astride the man.

She quickly put her hands on the man's shoulders to keep her balance.

"I mean...I can do it." said the man.

Before Feng Hualian could react to the meaning of these words, Fang Zuo buried his head in her white shirt.

The black bust is slightly raised under the white shirt.

A mixture of the rich fragrance of a newly-made woman and the milky scent of a young girl rushed out along with the heat from the body temperature inside the shirt and penetrated Fang Zuo's nose.

"Hmm...there's no smell of sweat, you smell so good." Fang Zuo said.

As he spoke, the hot air he exhaled sprayed on Feng Hualian's chest, making her feel so itchy that she felt weak. She was so embarrassed that she grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, not knowing whether to push him away or hold him tight.

At this time, the man's big hand had moved down from Fenghua Lian's thigh in stockings and grasped her buttocks.

Feng Hualian's heart tightened. After getting used to seeing Yingkong Kurumi's plump buttocks, she felt a little inferior about her own.

But the man didn't seem to show any disgust.

Fang Zuo didn't think there was anything wrong with Feng Hualian's thinness.

Aside from the basic aesthetics of shape, the thicker and fleshier a woman's buttocks are, the sexier they appear.

When it comes to the fullness of the buttocks, Abe No. 1 is first, and when it comes to softness, Shiraishi Nagimitsu is the typical example. A slap goes deep into it, and it ripples like water waves.

Yingkong Kurumi's buttocks are small but extremely full, elastic and feel the best.

Compared to Momonogi Kana, she is even smaller.

One big peach and one small peach.

The other beautiful women also have the characteristics of women, white, plump, soft and fleshy, and visually stimulating when they twist their waists and hips.

"You're having your period and you've lost a lot of weight?" Fang Zuobiannie said.

Feng Hualian nodded, feeling a little sad that she couldn't even compare to Yingkong Kurumi Hall Master in this respect.

"But I also like it this way. It's a different feeling, very good." The man's words made Feng Hualian feel better.

Her face was red, she was breathing slightly, and her eyes were a little moist.

"Have you been drinking?" Fang Zuo asked with a hint of alcohol.

"I drank...a bottle of beer. Does it smell strong?" Feng Hualian said, "I...I'm going to brush my teeth."

"No need..." Fang Zuo shook his head

"No..." Feng Hualian insisted. She straightened her waist, jumped up, and ran to the bathroom.

Feng Hualian turned on the faucet, with a cup placed underneath to collect water. She was holding the toothpaste and toothbrush and was about to squeeze it out.

The water from the faucet was turned on too high, and the cup was filled up in an instant, splashing water onto Feng Hualian's white shirt and the black stockings wrapped around her thighs.

The black stockings were stretched by the plump thighs, and with the addition of water splashes, they were even more fitting.

The water droplets flowed down the thigh stockings, over the calves, over the ankles, and then onto the black commuter high heels.

"Ah." Feng Hualian hurriedly turned off the faucet, but it was too late, and the water splashed onto her uniform skirt.

When Fang Zuo followed into the bathroom, he saw Feng Hualian lifting up her uniform skirt, bending her waist, twisting her head, sticking out her buttocks, and wiping the large water droplets on her black stockings with a white towel.

As the towel was wiped down, some of the water droplets disappeared, and the other part seeped into the black silk stockings.

The wet black stockings were stretched open, and against the backdrop of the fair skin inside, there was an immediate sense of exquisite beauty.

Feng Hualian was concentrating on wiping the water droplets and had not noticed the man coming in.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands hugged her waist.

Fang Zuo came up.

"Damei, I...I have something to tell you." Feng Hualian had a premonition of what was going to happen because of the heat.

I also felt the heat.

"You can say it now." The man whispered in Feng Hualian's ear, his voice full of heat.

There was a crackling sound.

The wet black stockings were torn apart.

Feng Hualian lay on the sofa and fell into a small sleep.