C2 Drunk Woman (1/2)

After placing the drunk woman on the sofa in the living room, Zhang Yang poured himself a cup of hot water.

The sofa was very soft, and immediately a huge hole was formed by the drunk woman. Her beautiful figure laid horizontally on the sofa and continuously twisted about, like a pile of mud. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with her alluring body scent quickly filled the air, causing the living room to be filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

She seemed to be really hot. Her red lips were parted and her eyes were half-closed. Her two small hands were involuntarily placed in front of her chest, ripping at her clothes.

She didn't have much on her to begin with, so what was the point in tearing her up? Following a burst of strange crackling sounds, a few buttons on his chest suddenly flew out. His white shirt was pushed to the side and a spring light shone out.

Gulp!

Zhang Yang swallowed his saliva and the teacup in his hand almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, ”Miss, stop it. ”Damn!”

The drunk woman was still muddle-headed. She didn't listen to Zhang Yang's advice at all. In a few seconds, she had already pulled her shirt away from Zhang Yang's face, exposing her pink bra.

The scene inside the bra was even more fucking beautiful!

Be a good boy... This was the temptation of a naked fruit, it wanted to take one's life.

Facing such a hair-raising scene, to be honest, Zhang Yang's male hormones rapidly swelled up and his eyes emitted a green light. His heart pounded and his body unconsciously formed some kind of magical chemical reaction.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was at this moment that another knock was heard on the door. This time, the knock was urgent and rather loud, so loud that it was impolite.

Damn it, what bad luck!

The sudden knock on the door caused Zhang Yang's mood to drop to the bottom. He quickly put on his clothes and covered the drunk woman with her blanket.

After doing this, Zhang Yang opened the door at a leisurely pace.

When the door opened, two tall men stood at the entrance. A yellow-faced man stared at Zhang Yang and asked, ”Brat, did a woman just enter your room?”

”No, who are you?” Zhang Yang hugged his arms and leaned on the door of the room, blocking the two men's line of sight.

”Third brother, what are you talking to him about?”

The other man with a mustache said impatiently. Raising his head, he looked up at Zhang Yang and swore, ”Little tramp, get out of my way. We'll go inside and search for it ourselves.”

”I didn't say anything. Sun, you can come in as you please?” As Zhang Yang had been interrupted, he naturally didn't give them any face.

”Brat, you dare to talk to me like that, I think you must be tired of living.”

The face of the man with the mustache changed. He moved his right arm and was about to slap Zhang Yang's face.

Zhang Yang sneered. How could he allow his palm to land? With a swoosh, Zhang Yang's speed was extremely fast. Like a ghost, he grabbed the mustache man's right hand.

Zhang Yang then gripped the small mustached man's hand and bent his back like a lobster.

Tilting his head, the small mustached man's forehead emitted a cold laughter. ”Aiyo, it hurts. Let go of me. If you don't let go now, I won't believe that I won't work hard enough to kill you …”