Chapter 90: Thorn Beauty

After teasing the two fools who came out of nowhere, Yang Hai laughed and quit the platform.

Even if that second fool is really a master, he can't fight anymore. After all, there is still a practical exam in the afternoon. Now that the warm-up is just over, it will be too late to continue.

Adjusting state is also a science, and you need to grasp the standards yourself. Yang Hai thinks it is enough now.

Yang Hai pressed the ordering button and soon served lunch. What surprised Gachalin was that there were two beautiful beauties with beautiful faces, exposed clothes and hot figures that came with lunch.

"Brother, this is..." Jia Chalin asked swallowing.

"Service staff." Yang Hai lay on the lounge chair and said with a smile: "Why, are you still a young man?"

Gacharin's face turned a little red: "That's not the case. I had the first time with my girlfriend two months ago. But... this is the first time."

Yang Hai smiled and said, indeed, the law stipulates that 16 years old is the minimum age for drinking and going to nightclubs, and there are few people who are 17 years old or virgins now. However...

"Boy, you're thinking wrong." Yang Hai pointed to the two beauties with smiles and charming faces and said, "They are not the kind of profession you think."

"Ah!" Gacharin was a little embarrassed.

"You can pass the *** appropriately the day before the competition, but you have to abstinence before the competition, otherwise it will easily affect your condition." Yang Hai said: "Have your teacher said it?"

Gacharin muttered, "I said it, but I just felt that it was too far away from me...Brother, if not...what do they do."

"A service staff." Yang Hai said with a smile.

Yang Hai was just talking, a charming beauty spread out a folding table and placed the sumptuous lunch beside Yang Hai, who was lying on the lounge chair. She knelt down on the cushion in front of the table, cut a small piece of steak from the table, and handed it over with a plate.

"It's not exciting enough." Yang Hai blinked at the beauty.

The beauty smiled charmingly but didn't say anything. She picked up a fork and delivered the steak to Yang Hai's mouth. Yang Hai chewed it and swallowed it.

"It's the steak from the Australian natural ranch." Yang Hai closed his eyes and said: "It's not bad."

"You are so amazing, you taste it all at once." The beauty's eyes became brighter, and the autumn waves were flowing, and she exhaled like orchids, whispering in Yang Hai's ear.

"Although the steak is good." Yang Hai looked at the beauty and smiled evilly: "It's still not exciting enough."

Gacharin's eyes were so bright that he glared out, and he subconsciously glanced at his side. Another beauty smiled without saying a word, knelt on the mat obediently. Seeing Gacharin looking over, she chuckled softly, and then pretended not to see Gacharin looking at him, and turned her head away.

"How else do you want to stimulate?" The beauty beside Yang Hai asked with resentment.

Yang Hai laughed and said a few words softly in the beauty's ear. A red glow rose on the beauty's face.

"I can't tell you, the guest, you are very good at it. You are so skilled in this way, you are also an 'old guest'." The beauty stared at Yang Hai with her eyes.

Yang Hai smiled but didn't say anything. He naturally knew the various things in it, such as the beauties who cut meat, feed, serve tea, and pour water for guests. Although they are beautiful, they are different from those ladies. Guests play affair in front of them, but if something special happens, it depends on their own methods. If they meet those very personal beauties, if the beauties look down on the guest, it will be useless even if they spend more money.

It seems that Yang Hai is surrounded by such a thorny beauty.

The beauty gave Yang Hai a blank look: "You can be my uncle at your age, so you should avoid this kind of game."

Yang Hai almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and he stared at him: "I... I am seventeen years old this year."

"Hehe." The beauty covered her mouth and smiled: "Customer, you are so humorous."

"I'm really seventeen years old." Yang Hai felt distressed in his heart and said a little crazy: "How do you want me to prove that you believe it?"

"Ah, I'm so old at the age of seventeen." The beauty looked at Yang Hai's face carefully, "It's really not that I'm overly indulging in lust."

Yang Hai opened his mouth slightly: "...This is how do you serve customers?"

"I will never be polite to those customers who try to touch each other." The beauty shook her eyes and said Yang Hai: "You are a novice, but they don't look like you. If you say you are a romance veteran, you will tell an unreliable lie like you are seventeen years old. Which girl do you expect this trick to deceive?"

As he said that, he bent his index finger and shaved Yang Hai's face.

Yang Hai was very depressed. He turned his head and took the index finger of the thorny beauty, and bit it gently. The beauty screamed and shrank her hand back.

"I didn't touch my hands." Yang Hai stared at the eyes of the beauty: "I just want to touch my mouth."

Thinking of the "small game" that Yang Hai just said in his ear, and then in touch with the mouth, the beauty's cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Hmph, you think beautifully, I won't play such a game with the vulgar uncle."

Seeing Yang Hai's appearance being hit hard, the beauty giggled proudly.

"Uncle, eat something~" The beauty dug a spoon of gravy and mashed potatoes with a spoonful of gravy and handed over.

"No, hum."

"Uncle Sexy, why are you still like a seventeen-year-old boy..."

“…”

"Okay, okay, can't you call you uncle? Uncle, eat."

Yang Hai lay on the recliner, crossed his legs and asked, "How about we make a bet like this? If I win, you have to agree to the small games I just mentioned. If I lose, just call me uncle or something."

The beauty stabbed said disdainfully: "I won't be fooled by a cunning lustful uncle. Even if I don't make this bet, I can still call you uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, if I accidentally lose, wouldn't you succeed?"

Yang Hai thought about it carefully and seemed to be like this, and he suddenly became even more depressed.

"Oh, hurry up and eat."

Yang Hai didn't speak.

"Uncle, I'll eat it if you don't eat it."

Yang Hai didn't speak.

"Uncle, you're so small..."

Yang Hai still didn't speak.

The beauty of the thorn blinked and felt that the uncle was still a little cute. She smiled and stretched her head over and kissed Yang Hai on the face: "Uncle, are you satisfied now?"

"I can't say I'm satisfied, but I've gotten a lot of anger." Yang Hai snorted twice: "How old are you this year?"

"It's very impolite to ask a lady's age," said Tsting Beauty.

Yang Hai asked: "If I could prove that I was seventeen years old--"

"Then you can do whatever you want." The beauty shudder said with a smile, obviously not taking what Yang Hai said seriously.

Yang Hai nodded, took out the communicator, logged into the official website of the Apennines draft, entered his personal page, pointed to the photo and his personal profile, and showed a smile.

The beauty thorned her eyes looked at the photo in disbelief, and then saw the 17-year-old who said the personal information was written on it, and her mouth widened.

"I'm willing to accept the loss of the bet." Yang Hai reminded.

The beauty of the thorn looked at Yang Hai carefully and realized that although the face looked very mature, there was actually no wrinkles and the skin color was a little darker, this "uncle" was not a pure white man, and this skin color was normal. The "uncle"'s skin was still delicate and there was no sign of aging. It was just that the beard covered with it and could not be seen clearly. The most important thing is that the "uncle" could not find any tender smell on his body. The temperament of the whole person was not something that a seventeen-year-old boy could have. Perhaps it was because of this that his real age was confused.

Hearing the words "You are willing to accept the loss", the beauty shivered a little, then snorted, stared at Yang Hai, and poured a glass of red wine.

"It's not time to drink now," said Yang Hai.

The beauty of the thorn gave Yang Hai a fierce look, picked up a cherry from the fruit plate, put it between his towering peaks, and raised his chest and leaned over.

Gacharin stared blankly on the other side, and a trace of crystal clearness hung beside the corner of his mouth...

Yang Hai lowered his head from the recliner, buried his head between his peaks, and stuck out his tongue to find the deep cherry. The warmth, softness and amazing elasticity kept stimulating his face. Although he had already taken the cherry, Yang Hai was a little reluctant to let it go.

Very fragrant...

The sensitive parts of the beauty who stabbed the beauty were shaved by hard stubble. I felt that the "uncle"'s tongue was moving very unhonestly on his breasts. The beauty who stabbed the beauty's breathing became a little rapid. I asked unhappy: "Uncle, are you okay?"

Yang Hai took a deep breath, raised his head, and said intoxicatedly: "No. I want to drink."

The beauty of the thorn gave Yang Hai a blank look and muttered, "Uncle Sexy."

Then he took a sip of the wine in the glass and sent it to Yang Hai's mouth and crossed it.

The Thorn Beauty originally planned to retreat immediately after delivering the wine, but Yang Hai stretched out one hand and pulled her into his arms. The two of them hugged and kissed her on the recliner. The Thorn Beauty was a little resistant at the beginning, but gradually became immersed in her skillful kissing skills and hot breathing.

After a long time, the two people separated. Yang Hai whispered in the ear of the beauty: "Good wine, long aftertaste, and lips and teeth produce saliva."

The beauty of the thorn opened her eyes and broke free from Yang Hai's arms. As if nothing had happened before, she continued to kneel on the mat and cut the steak silently.

...

When leaving, Yang Hai tried to ask for the phone number of the beauty who was stabbed, but was rejected. Not only the phone number, but even the name was rejected, Yang Hai was very depressed.

It was not so difficult to pick up girls in the past? This stingy beauty is really unique.

After Yang Hai and Gacharin left, another beauty who came in with the beauty in the sting asked softly: "Why don't you give him the number? I see that this person has an extraordinary temperament and is young and rich, if-"

"You are stupid." The beauty shook her companion blankly: "I tell you that such a man is a disaster, so don't get involved in it at any time."

"Oh, what is a disaster?" The beauty of companion said with a giggle: "If you don't want to, just give him to me~"

"Hmph," the beauty stinged a voice from her nose: "Girl, don't blame me for not warning you. Such a man can play together. I want to stay together... Humph."

"What do you say?" Seeing that the beauty stabbed didn't seem to be joking, the beauty of the companion asked curiously.

"This guy, hum." A moment of intoxication flashed in the eyes of the beauty, and then he woke up: "He has good kissing skills, flexible tongue tips, strong and hot breathing, and strong aggressiveness, no extra saliva, soft lips, but..."

"but?"

"He opened his eyes when he kissed." The beauty of the thorn caressed his lips, as if he was savoring: "He was not moved at all. He said he wanted to play two small flirting games just now. Just now, whether it was eating cherries or sauna, it was really just a game for him."

"This..." The beautiful companion was a little surprised.

"Can you imagine?" The beauty of the sting looked at his companion: "He is only seventeen years old. I heard that Lord Visconti started visiting the club at the age of 11. I think this heartless guy is even more outrageous than His Highness the God of War. I don't know how many women who dream of sparrows turning into phoenixes used to hit him with blood... Whoever loves to go, I will not be with him anyway. I don't have the ability to make such a man devoted to his heart."
To be continued...