Jiang Zhihan hugged Ni Shang and sat on the sand. Ni Shang was talking in Jiang Zhihan's ear. Jiang Zhihan didn't hear it very clearly, and only some buzzing sounds were circling in his ears. Ni Shang was wearing a short-sleeved silk shirt, and the bicycle was painted on his chest. The two wheels of the bicycle were exactly two balls on his chest, and the center of the wheel was circled with the raised point.

Jiang Zhihan reached into his short sleeves and was very happy that he did not wear a bra. He held a pink ball of meat in one hand and gently kneaded it, making it change shape in the palm of his hand, feeling satisfied. Ni Shang whimpered, as if saying, be honest, listen to me, but what he said was still unclear.

The two were intimate, and someone said next to him: "It's broad daylight, what are you doing?" His voice was low and a little magnetic, which was very tempting. Jiang Zhihan looked up and saw Wu Siyi standing there with a smile, wearing only a long short-sleeved shirt, as if it was Jiang Zhihan's clothes. The hem of the short-sleeved shirt reached half of his thigh, revealing most of the round and straight legs. What was even more tempting was to cover the half, and there seemed to be nothing inside. The short-sleeved chest was written in three English words:

Ni Shang struggled to stand up and said, "I'm talking to him about the serious matter, but he's just thinking about this." As he said that, he pushed Wu Siyi into Jiang Zhihan's arms and said, "Hang with her, she's much bigger than mine." He turned around and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Zhihan surrounded Wu Siyi's waist. Unlike Ni Shang, Wu Siyi likes to apply some perfume with a unique fragrance. Today, this smell seems to be a fruit. Jiang Zhihan sniffed hard, but couldn't tell what it was. Wu Siyi smiled and said, "It's a peach." His laughter was charming.

Jiang Zhihan couldn't help but lean his head against the two peaches in front of Wu Siyi's chest. If Ni Shang's chest was the west mountain in the outskirts of Zhongzhou City, this was Mount Tai; if Ni Shang's place was Mount Tai, this was Everest. Jiang Zhihan sank his head deeply between the two soft balls, and felt that the cheeks on both sides were pressed by soft flesh, and there was a milky smell surrounding him, making people drowsy.

While enjoying it, someone laughed beside him: "It's so enjoyable."

Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes and turned his head. He saw Qu Yingmei and Wen Ningcui sitting side by side on the same sand, smiling strangely. Jiang Zhihan's face was a little red, and hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Qu Yingmei smiled and said, "Siyi is so big, I'm jealous when I look at it, at least it's a d?"

Jiang Zhihan turned his head, Wu Siyi's chest was only twenty centimeters away from his eyes, and the two beans clearly bulged under the white tits, and their hearts couldn't help but feel hot, something swelled up.

Wu Siyi smiled and said, "Your is not small either."

Qu Yingmei smiled and said, "Why do we come and compete?" He blinked at Jiang Zhihan, "Zhihan, do you want to see?" As he said that, he put his hand into his clothes, took off a black bra, and threw it on the sand.

Jiang Zhihan was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say. Wen Ningcui next to him sneered: "Don't pretend to be a gentleman, just say it if you want to."

Jiang Zhihan turned to look at Wu Siyi. She smiled brightly, as if she had no intention of objection.

Wen Ningcui said next to him: "This guy has always wanted to take advantage of him and pretend to be a gentleman. There is a saying that is appropriate for him."

Jiang Zhihan turned his head to look at Wen Ningcui. Qu Yingmei pulled Wen Ningcui's hand and said, "Ningcui, yours looks not small, why don't we compare together?" As he said that, he unbuttoned another button on his chest.

Wen Ningcui looked at Jiang Zhihan provocatively, crossed his hands and placed them on the lower edge of the tirt, as if he was about to take off. She said, "Do you want to see it? Just say it if you want to."

Qu Yingmei giggled and said, "You said you want to, let's just take it out one, two, three, and compete, okay?"

Jiang Zhihan felt the blood rushing to his chest, and the good words were about to blurt out. A cold voice came: "Zhihan, are you sure you think?"

Jiang Zhihan looked at him, and Ni Shang stood at the door of the kitchen with a frosty look on his face. He suddenly felt aroused, and cold sweat remained. He couldn't help but say no and woke up.

It turned out to be a spring dream.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, Jiang Zhihan had the same dream for many days. In the dream, there were tunnels, trains, and shouts from the girl. It was actually a terrible experience to have the same monotonous and repeated dreams. Later, the dream suddenly disappeared. At that time, Jiang Zhihan felt relieved, although occasionally he wanted to go back and listen to what the girl was talking about.

Since then, except for the occasional reappearance of the strange dream, Jiang Zhihan has spent hundreds of completely dreamless nights, but he did not expect to have a long and erotic spring dream today.

Jiang Zhihan sat up and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. Although he was not a serious master of the wise men, the four people in the dream, Qu Yingmei was the girlfriend of a good friend. Wen Ningcui liked Gu Wangshan, and in Jiang Zhihan also regarded her as both a good friend and a girlfriend of a future friend. He firmly believed that one day Wen Ningcui could dream come true. Jiang Zhihan asked himself that he had never had any inappropriate thoughts about these two people, because the truth that friends and wife should not be bullied is one of his most basic principles of being a human being.

But why did there be such a dream? Could it be that, as Gou Puli said, every man's heart is hidden with the fantasy of three wives and four concubines? Jiang Zhihan wanted to convince himself that dreams are opposite to reality, but didn't Ni Shang also appear in it?

People say that you think about something on a day and dream about something on a night. Have I ever thought about comparing the size of the three of them? Jiang Zhihan asked himself, it is undeniable that he often noticed Wu Siyi's unusual breasts, but it seems that he has no imagination of Qu Yingmei and Wen Ningcui? Are they big? Jiang Zhihan thought about it carefully and really didn't have a definite impression.
Chapter completed!