771 “Quick Wear: A Delicate Flower Is Hard to Maintain (H)” On How to Survive in the Pornographic World 1V1 (53)

Fu Chengjun’s eyes fell on Fan Zijing. Seeing her sitting next to him, he casually picked up a piece of sliced honeydew melon with a small fork and brought it to his mouth, “If you want to drink, eat something to cushion it.”

There was still a smell of wine in his mouth. He just took a sip before swallowing it, and sprayed it on Fan Zijing’s face.

Fan Zijing’s movements were light and smooth, her gleaming peach blossom eyes were pink at the end, and when she raised her eyes, decorated with makeup, she looked very charming.

Fu Chengjun’s hand immediately hugged the person in his arms. He was so strong that Fan Zijing’s nose almost hit his chest.

“Why are you recruiting people like this?” He muttered softly, and they were the only two people who heard this in the chaotic environment.

Fan Zijing laughed, slid her fingers around his neck and landed on his Adam’s apple, tapping gently: “I’m not embarrassing you.”

With a smile on his handsome face, Fu Chengjun simply buried his head on her shoulder and neck, and took a deep sip, which was self-evident.

Bi Tao couldn’t bear to watch from the side and said to Chu Ying: “Tsk, look, can this place still accommodate us?” He looked at the two people who were about to get together and said unforgivingly.

Chu Ying also laughed next to him, but he only laughed at Bitao: “There is a young lady next to you.”

It was Bi Tao who had chosen it himself from the dance floor before. Now that he was left alone, he was not too embarrassed.

As he spoke, Bi Tao put the girl in his arms. He looked at Fu Chengjun and Fan Zijing with some envy. He could certainly see that the lingering affection between the two people was different from the feeling of simply venting their desires.

It’s rare for me to want to fall in love for a while.

When Fu Chengjun let go of Fan Zijing, there was already a small patch of red on his neck. The two drank a few glasses of wine. Fan Zijing pulled Fu Chengjun off to the dance floor and swayed to the music.

She had dressed up deliberately today, her cheeks were slightly red after drinking, and her movements were bold. She was a good dancer, and she lifted her chest, twisted and swayed to the music and drums.

He caressed Fu Chengjun’s body with both hands, rubbing the cherry spots on both sides with his fingertips back and forth.

Fu Chengjun was disturbed by her, and his desire was high. Finally, he held her in his arms and prevented her from moving randomly: “Were you not satisfied last night?”

So I came to seduce him again today.

Fan Zijing glared at him, hooked her hands around his neck, and twisted her back up and down on his chest: “This is a serious dance.”

Fu Chengjun laughed so hard that his chest was shaking. He touched his thin waist with his big hand, and the erect penis pressed against her crotch without any concealment: “No matter how serious it is, it can’t bear it anymore.”

Fan Zijing restrained herself from what he said, but she didn’t provoke his lust anymore. The fleshy penis slowly subsided in a moment.

When the two people returned to the booth, Fan Zijing was stunned for a moment by the scene in the booth.

One of the men was Bi Tao, and the other man was sitting on the far side. Each of the two men was holding a woman in his arms. At this time, his clothes were half withdrawn, and his breasts were dangling in front of him. The two men were fucking the woman’s pussy with red eyes.

The loud music could not cover up the gasping and moaning of the two women.

Chu Ying saw the two of them coming back and said with a smile: “They got into heat as soon as you left. We are recording the time to see who lasts longer, Bitao or Puying.”

“Want to take a gamble? The red one is Bitao, and the blue one is Puying.”

Only then did Fan Zijing realize that there were two cups of different colors on the table, with a lot of money on them. There was also a cup with a watch on it that had no money on it.

Fu Chengjun looked sideways at Fan Zijing and saw her slightly surprised look. He suddenly remembered that the little girl might have never seen such a scene. He pulled her back to her seat and said, “Are you scared? Just stop watching if you don’t want to see it.”

This is the game they have developed in the past. After all, there are always situations where two people are in heat, so they just have to gamble.

Fu Chengjun also played when he was young, but in recent years he rarely got into heat with his friends.

Fan Zijing looked away thoughtfully. The scene in front of her was really lewd, but in this world, drinking water seemed to be common, so there was nothing surprising.

“Who is more powerful, Bitao or Puying?” she asked.

Seeing that she was not frightened, Fu Chengjun casually took a bunch of money from his bag and put it on the red cup: “If you win, it’s yours, if you lose, it’s mine.”

Now we just have to wait for the results.

Fortunately, everyone was not kept waiting for too long. Fan Zijing and Fu Chengjun had been working on it for a long time before they came back, and now it was time to finish. Finally, Bi Tao succeeded in 48 minutes and 52 seconds.

Fu Chengjun made a lot of money from his investment. He pushed it in front of Fan Zijing, and Fan Zijing glared at him: “Where can I package these?”

Fu Chengjun smiled, took the money, and transferred it using his mobile phone.

Only the phone dinged and the reminder sounded.

Fan Zijing didn’t look, but raised her eyebrows and asked Fu Chengjun: “Senior, do you want to have a drink?”

Fu Chengjun was a veteran and glanced at her, “I have classes tomorrow, so drink less.”

His tone was calm, but his short sentence was very provocative. Fan Zijing sat up straight and said more truthfully: “It doesn’t matter who drinks.”

The red phoenix eyes were raised slightly, but in the end, Fan Zijing did not refute him. The two of them played with each other for a while, drinking a lot, and then played with the sieve cup. This time, Fan Zijing lost more miserably, and drank seven or eight glasses of wine in a row.

Seeing that Fan Zijing’s body was turning pink, Fu Chengjun pressed her hand that wanted to shake the sieve cup and stopped her from playing.

Fan Zijing hummed a few words, feeling a little unhappy. When Fu Chengjun looked at her later, he had already closed his eyes and fell asleep where she was sitting.

He was still a kid and his drinking capacity was too small.

Fu Chengjun couldn’t help but shake his head and saw her unconsciously rubbing her arms and covering her up with her suit jacket.