The Godfather of Chinese Entertainment's Little Flowers

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Inside the stairwell of the shopping mall.

Having survived the ordeal, Reba rested her hands on her knees, panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down in a rather spectacular sight.

"That really scared me to death. I hope I wasn't filmed."

Han Luo was in excellent physical condition, his face not flushed and his breath not out. He laughed and said, "I don't think so."

"Besides, you're disguised so well, who can prove you're Dilraba?"

Hearing Han Luo say that, she immediately felt relieved.

"That's good, otherwise I'd be dead!"

If she were to spread rumors at this crucial juncture, I bet she'd be killed!

Han Luo asked, "Where to next?"

Reba stood up and put her mask back on.

"I don't know either. I was originally planning to go see a movie and have a drink, but now I don't dare."

What just happened really startled her, and she's still feeling scared.

Han Luo casually replied, "It's just drinking and watching a movie, right? Why don't we come to my place? I have a huge projector!"

Reba was stunned.

Han Luo immediately realized the ambiguity in his words and waved his hand, saying, "I was just saying it casually. I'll take you back."

Damn it, my occupational hazard from being a scumbag in my past life has kicked in...

Han Luo went downstairs first, and Reba followed silently behind.

In the empty stairwell, only the sound of their footsteps echoing in unison could be heard.

Just as we arrived at the basement level.

Dilraba suddenly spoke up: "Okay, then let's go to your house."

Han Luo turned his head, looking surprised.

His eyes seemed to ask, "Are you sure?"

Reba glanced at him and took a step forward.

Her fair hand brushed across Han Luo's chest, then gently pushed him away, and she strode out with long, elegant legs.

Han Luo followed to the car, only to find that Reba was already sitting in the passenger seat.

"You drive, my legs are sore from running."

Han Luo shrugged. "Sure, I don't care."

Han Luo was a great driver; the black SUV roared as it slowly accelerated and drove away.

I pushed open the door to my home.

Han Luo found her a pair of clean slippers.

"Do as you please."

Dilraba changed her shoes, took a couple of steps inside, and looked around curiously.

"So casual! Did you see something you shouldn't have?"

Han Luo laughed and teased:

"Who knows? Don't blame me for killing you to cover it up!"

"(ˉ▽￣～)Tch~~, do you think I'm a kid?"

Dilraba rolled her eyes at him, walked straight to the sofa and sat down. Her jeans hugged her round buttocks and pressed against the cushion, her long legs pressed tightly together.

Han Luo wasn't lying; he really does have a projector at home.

There was also a huge screen.

Watching a movie while lounging on the sofa like this must be incredibly enjoyable.

She hadn't enjoyed herself like this in a long time.

To fulfill the betting agreement, Yang Mi was ruthless to herself and her subordinates!

Sometimes it's really suffocating, the pressure is immense!

Han Luo's voice came through, "What would you like to drink? Beer, baijiu, foreign liquor, red wine?"

Dilraba wasn't fooled this time. "Just tell me what you have!"

"We have them all!"

Han Luo sometimes enjoys a small drink before bed, so he keeps quite a few different kinds of wine at home.

"Then let's have beer."

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Han Luo came over carrying a stack of ice-cold beer and opened a can for each of them.

"Come on, let's have a clink!"

The cool liquid flowed down my throat and into my body, and I felt incredibly comfortable.

She is not a heavy drinker.

However, drinking a little bit can be very helpful when you encounter troubles or are under a lot of pressure.

Han Luo took off his coat and turned on the heater in the room.

"We can't just drink it all; let's order something to eat."

"I'll order, there's so much I want to eat."

Dilraba raised her little hand, saying, "Since we've already chosen to indulge today, let's go all the way with this indulgence."

Han Luo drew the curtains, turned on the projector, and randomly played an old Hong Kong movie.

Two hours later, the two were comfortably lying on the sofa.

The screen emitted a dim light.

Reba's cheeks were flushed, and she nestled in Han Luo's arms, her legs curled up, her slippers off, revealing her delicate feet.

In the adult world, some things don't need to be said too explicitly.

After Reba said those words in the stairwell, both of them knew what would happen next.

"Haha, Tony Leung Ka-fai's portrayal of this woman is really hilarious..."

Dilraba almost laughed until tears streamed down her face.

Han Luo has watched the movie "East Meets West" many times, and he no longer feels anything about it.

He looked down at the beautiful woman from Xinjiang in his arms.

Her striking features were subtly revealed by the interplay of light and shadow; her long, curled eyelashes trembled gently, and her face was flushed, making her radiant and charming.

Han Luo reached out and gently pinched her cheek.

Dilraba's smile faded, and she looked up at him, her heart starting to race.

Han Luo slowly lowered his head, and the next second, the two kissed.

Reba initially only tried a little, but gradually got into the swing of things, raising her fair neck and responding passionately, her hands tightly wrapped around Han Luo's neck.

They engaged in a fierce verbal battle, neither willing to give an inch.

Han Luo reached his hand inside from behind.

Explore freely along the smooth skin.

His movements were practiced; he unlocked a mysterious shackle with just one hand.

The heavy burden of conscience, freed from its shackles, bounced off instantly with a bang.

He grabbed it, rolled it into a ball, and then flattened it.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Dilraba's eyes were glazed over, and there was still drool at the corner of her mouth. Her hands were gently resting on Han Luo's chest.

"Take a shower first."

"OK!"

Han Luo picked her up by the waist and carried her barefoot towards the bathroom.

Two jade-like feet swayed gently in the air.

Han Luo is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

He not only washed himself clean, but also washed the seafood clean.

Only gentle, repeated rubbing.

Inside and outside.

This is to ensure that it is safe to eat.

After washing up, Han Luo dried himself off and went out first, while Reba dried her hair inside before coming out.

Her face was rosy, she was wrapped in a bath towel, her breasts were partially exposed, and she walked barefoot to the sofa.

Two long, straight, and well-proportioned legs, completely bare and white.

Han Luo handed her the turtleneck sweater. "Put this on!"

Dilraba rolled her eyes at her, but still obediently put them on, and really did make her pants disappear for once.

Then he climbed onto the sofa and slowly squatted down.

The raindrops pounded wildly against the banana leaves.

A moment later, Reba's face flushed, and she was covered in sweat. She wrapped her arms around Han Luo's hands, leaned her fair back against the wall, and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist like a white python.

Han Luo let go.

Her body slid slowly down the wall, squatted on the ground, drenched in sweat, her legs aching, and her lips slightly parted.

That was so exciting!

The pressure that had been weighing on her mind for days was completely washed away.

My whole body felt weak and limp, leaving only a sense of satisfaction.

Han Luo stepped forward, ripped off the Smurfette, and asked her to help with some simple cleaning.

And so it went, over and over again.

The two stayed in the apartment from noon until the next morning.

I tried various places: kitchen, bay window, sofa, bedroom, dining table...

There are also various poses... As we all know, those who have studied dance have amazing flexibility!

After several attempts, Reba drove back to the company, completely satisfied.

Everything else is fine, except my legs feel a little sore and weak when I drive.

Oh, and there was a guy sitting in the passenger seat, and Dilraba thoughtfully fastened his seatbelt.

Inside the office.

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at her subordinate with a complicated expression.

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