Chapter 340 Unclean Ecstasy (II)

It is impolite to follow the local customs and always refuse others.

I was thrown into such a place at once, and so far, the task prompt has not even appeared. Fu Qian doesn't want to make it too messy for the time being.

It is inconvenient in public view. If this person is willing to go to a private space, it will be much easier to deal with.

The above are for interests, and if you consider your interests, you have to agree.

At this time, the young woman with a fragrance all over her body obviously attracted a lot of attention from around her.

And the state of this group of people is very interesting.

First of all, almost everyone is like this woman, dressed gorgeously and exaggeratedly, carefully decorated from the beginning to the feet.

The demeanor and conversation are also full of demeanor, and at first glance they are full of upper-class style.

Although Fu Qian doesn’t catch a cold, he doesn’t hate this kind of social personality.

The reason why it is interesting is that this group of people feels very strange under their qualities.

If you have to use words to describe it, it probably doesn’t look like a human.

He is well-dressed, but he just doesn't look like him.

At this moment, as the center of your eyes, Fu Qian felt like he was standing among a group of estrus animals.

So Fu Qian’s interest is how the group of people will react if they lose an excellent mating partner like a young woman.

As expected, as soon as Fu Qian accepted it, everyone in front of him reacted.

However, it is different from the imagined plot. There is no strong male man who comes out to compete for mating opportunities. Instead, another woman stands up.

Compared with the young woman, this person should be a little older and gives people a more mature and gorgeous feeling.

With elegant demeanor, the man walked straight to Fu Qian, and his fluffy brown curly hair almost swung to Fu Qian.

“It’s so charming!”

His eyes were staring at Fu Qian, and the guy took a deep breath of the air around him.

"That's more to say."

Although the unfolding style is a bit wrong, Fu Qian's response is still unmodest.

"What about you looking at me?"

The brown-haired woman chuckled and held her hands together, showing her proud and tall appearance.

"very nice!"

Unexpectedly, before I could pay the comment, the young woman next to me came up first.

Faced with this act of robbing love, the young woman laughed while clinging to the person's body.

“It’s really good!”

"You are not bad, too!"

Faced with this plot where normal development will lead to a fight, the brown-haired woman hugged the young woman and looked at her affectionately.

The two masked faces were separated by no more than three centimeters, and the hot breath in their mouths almost sprayed on each other's face.

Oh no, it's already sprayed.

The next moment, the two of them were tangled together.

good!

Fu Qian plagiarized a comment, but didn't say much, and sat down directly in the next seat.

On both sides of him, the male companion of the brown-haired woman, a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair, was looking at the two intimate people with obsession.

On the other side, there was a tall, long-haired man sitting.

"Actually, you don't have to rush to greet us, just take care of the two ladies first."

Seeing Fu Qian sit down, the long-haired man directly brought a glass of wine and handed it to Fu Qian.

"Really? It seems they don't need much care."

Fu Qian looked back and saw that the two ladies had already gotten together.

As my ears and hairs were rubbed together, a large area of ​​spring was revealed.

I often feel out of place with my friends because I am not perverted enough.

With a sigh of admiration, Fu Qian took the wine glass and put it on the table, looking at the person who took the initiative to talk to him.

Compared with others, men with long hair wear a little more normal.

Of course, this is normal, only because of the lack of exaggeration, it does not look like a chandelier at first glance.

He wore a butterfly-shaped mask on his face, which was different from most people, and his surface was a coquettish bright blue.

The most important thing is that unlike the male companion who is obsessed with observing, this person does not have the strong estrus aura on his body.

To be precise, it's two extremes.

This person sat there not only without the obvious excitement, but even had a peaceful appearance beyond common sense.

Every action, every syllable between the words is in a state of being properly grasped, impeccable.

However, it is precisely this that makes him feel even more weird.

"You seem to be a little underinvested."

Hearing Fu Qian's words, the long-haired man laughed softly and pointed to the distance.

"But it doesn't matter, after all, this is just the beginning, and you'll be able to get involved soon."

"Is that true? Then I'm looking forward to it."

Following the direction he pointed, Fu Qian looked back and saw that there seemed to be a few more people on the dance floor.

Some strange sounds are mixed with music, making the entire space more ambiguous.

"This is what human beings look like."

The long-haired man admired this scene very much and exclaimed a series of praises.

"Indulge in comfort, joy grows freely."

"Only incompetent people suppress their desires. Unfortunately, most humans are timid and incompetent."

"Do you know what's most worth celebrating?"

“What is it?”

Fu Qian looked at the man who was talking big, who was showing an impeccable smile.

"That's right, we're different from them."

"We should be cautious when using this word, after all, the difference between people is indeed greater than imagined."

Fu Qian deeply agrees with this person’s statement.

"But I didn't see your indulgence?"

"My way is different from you."

The long-haired man's answer was a little mysterious.

"This method requires special talent, so it is not suitable for everyone."

So even in this state, there is actually a different kind of pleasure?

Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully.

Dang!

Just then, a sound of glass shattering came.

Looking up, two enchanting bodies lay down on the table and knocked Fu Qian's wine glass down.

The two women who were entangled in a ball had taken off their masks at this moment, revealing their faces wearing heavy makeup.

The sounds made by the two of them overlapped with the ambiguous echoes in the hall. Fu Qian felt that the breathing of the people around him was heavier, and the salty and wet index hit a new high.

Is the atmosphere gradually getting warm?

Fu Qian seemed to feel that this group of people gradually formed a whole, but he was out of place.

While thinking, the brown-haired girl lying down just now looked over.

The eyes are facing each other, and the former is filled with lust and the water waves are hazy, as if it contains some magic power, awakening the deepest desires in the heart.

Unfortunately, what responded to him was Fu Qian's dead fish eyes.

A few seconds later, the man's expression changed first, and his face changed drastically as he tightened.

He sat up and pointed at Fu Qian with his hands tremblingly, stimulating the air in his lungs, and squeezing out a scream.

"He...he has no invitation!"
Chapter completed!