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Just then, that delicate panting sound rang out for the third time.

"Clap clap clap."

She slapped her cheeks hard to stop herself from overthinking.

Focus on driving!

Driving without concentration will bring tears to your loved ones' eyes.

"Squeak, squeak."

The carriage moved slowly forward.

inside the car.

Fang Qiu lay in Youla's arms, her face flushed with an alluring blush, her eyes gently closed, her small mouth slightly open, and her eyelashes trembling gently with the rise and fall of her chest.

Her clothes were disheveled, especially the fabric around her chest, which looked as if it had been roughly rubbed.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman lying in her arms, her soft, smooth lips slightly parted, Yura's breathing quickened, and her clothes became somewhat disheveled.

She had just roughly squeezed Fang Qiu's chest...

She hadn't originally planned to do that.

After she helped Fang Qiu into the car, she started drinking. As a result, Fang Qiu got drunk and became extremely unruly, constantly rubbing against her and groping her.

In addition, she had drunk too much alcohol...

So, she couldn't help herself just now...

"I'll remember this grudge."

She covered her forehead, let out a long breath, and calmed herself down.

He was there to drag this girl to the snow mountain for a bath, to force her into the icy water, to torment her, to punish her...

I didn't go there with that in mind...

Moreover, this kind of thing happening while drunk is not good for either party...

Besides, this is happening in a car...

There are still people outside the carriage...

Let's have some drinks first, then take a nap...

We should reach the snow mountain by the time I wake up. Hopefully, this guy will stay still and not move around too much...

Since the car interior wasn't very large, and Fang Qiu was currently disoriented, what if the car suddenly...?

Bumpy rides can easily cause injury.

Although she wanted to punish this guy who only knew how to throw knives, she didn't want to hurt him.

She also prepared many safety measures for this trip to the snow mountain to ensure that Fang Qiu would not get injured.

Even if Fang Qiu caught a cold, she prepared medicine so that even if Fang Qiu's body was weak, she could ensure that Fang Qiu would not get sick.

Of course, suffering is inevitable.

This was also a big gift she prepared for Fang Qiu—to make her cry!

Therefore, in order to avoid Fang Qiu getting hurt, he could only let Fang Qiu rest his head on his lap.

So she picked up the bottle and took another big gulp of wine. Just as she was about to close her eyes, Fang Qiu started to get restless again.

She turned over in her sleep, lying face down on her thighs, her hot breath spraying onto her bare thighs, making Yura's already flushed face turn even redder.

This guy is really asking for trouble...

Chapter 597 What a beautiful lake

The carriage creaked and groaned as it slowly moved forward, making a sound like chewing rock candy.

A gentle breeze was blowing, carrying with it the rich fragrance of flowers.

ear.

Sweet and alluring moans echoed in my ears from time to time, and I had no idea what was going on inside the car.

Are they already naked?

Or is it already...?

Did you do it in...?

Is Miss Fang Qiu the top or the bottom?

Logically speaking, shouldn't Miss Fang Qiu be the one who is receiving?

After all, while Miss Yura's personality is described as having a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and being cold on the outside but warm on the inside, she is also very assertive in her actions.

I heard that every member of the guerrilla squad admired her greatly.

Miss Fang Qiu looked delicate and weak, the kind of girl who was being bullied and abused.

But the words came back again.

If there's a contrast, that seems quite interesting.

She's usually very assertive, but once in bed she's pushed around and becomes shy and demure.

The usually gentle Miss Fang Qiu suddenly changed her tactics and straddled Miss Yura.

Or rather, to spread Miss Yura's legs apart and perform a series of indescribable actions.

Or perhaps Miss Fang Qiu would pick up Miss Yura and leave her suspended in mid-air.

Miss Yura wrapped her legs around Miss Fang Qiu's waist, enduring the onslaught of the storm.

But then again...

May Miss Fang Qiu hold Miss Yura in this position...?

She looked frail and weak, as if she had no strength at all...

However, she seems to have divine eyes.

People with divine eyes are all very powerful. Miss Fang Qiu probably just looks weak, but in reality, she's the kind of person who can make Miss Yura cry in bed.

I never imagined they had this kind of relationship.

And he was in his own car.

Miss Fang Qiu clearly looks holy, almost like a nun.

Surprisingly...

Or is this considered drunken misconduct?

The female coachwoman blushed as she guessed what was happening inside the carriage; the night wind was slightly chilly.

She was almost tempted to get into the carriage and ask if she could join them...

Just as she was feeling extremely agitated, the car suddenly ran over a protruding rock, causing it to lurch violently.

She was so frightened that her face turned deathly pale, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

Thankfully, it didn't tip over.

Otherwise, there could be big trouble.

Driving is indeed something you can't let your mind wander. The carriage has many lights, and by adjusting the horse's direction in time, we could have avoided running over stones.

"What happened?"

Yura's voice came from inside the car.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally ran over a stone."

The female driver quickly responded.

Then, silence fell again.

The coachwoman was curious; they weren't going to start again...

"Clap clap clap."

The female driver patted her face to stop her thoughts from wandering further; if something really happened next time, the trouble would be much bigger.

Inside the train carriage.

Yura looked at Fang Qiu, whose clothes were disheveled, revealing large areas of snow-white skin, whose face was flushed, and who was panting heavily, and couldn't help but cover her forehead.

Fang Qiu had been breathing directly into her inner thighs, which had momentarily made her lose her senses, and she had done some unspeakable things to Fang Qiu...

Fortunately, the car jolted violently, which brought her back to her senses and prevented her from going any further, such as pulling down Fang Qiu's skirt and underwear together.

This guy is such a troublesome little devil.

When sober, he is a completely different person from when drunk.

Although I had drunk too much and was somewhat out of my mind...

But no matter how I think about it, even if I'm 10% wrong, isn't Fang Qiu 90% wrong too?

Open the window and clear your head.

The entire carriage was filled with an ambiguous, sweet scent that made one feel dizzy.

Yura opened the car window and let out a long breath.

The cool air rushed into the carriage, and Yura felt much calmer. Fang Qiu in her arms gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

Yura closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

月移

Flower shadows, dew dampening one's clothes.

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.

A vast snow-capped mountain stood tall on the earth, and the carriage slowly came to a stop at its foot.

Looking at the towering snow-capped mountains before her, the female coachman shrank back and then sat down, hesitating.