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It was only later that Zhang Zhihui found out that these six mysterious people were part of the Underworld Ministry of Justice's covert investigation team. The problem was that the covert investigation team had brought Zhang Zhihui good luck, and when he was hiding the cars in the small forest, pretty girl actually took the initiative to look for him.

If it was said that Zhang Zhihui and were only briefly touching the water surface in the forest, then the ambiguous feeling he had with the beautiful police flower Tian Fang could be considered to have endless implications.

Tian Fang's jade-like skin muscles were as white as snow as they were displayed in front of Zhang Zhihui's eyes. Staring at the beautiful woman in the painting, Zhang Zhihui wanted to cry.

Men are lustful, lecherous men after seeing beautiful women feel the same? Zhang Zhihui couldn't be sure, but when he looked at Tian Fang who was lying under him, his heart rate doubled, and the scene in his mind once again appeared.

Zhang Zhihui was a debauchee, after earning enough money he liked to settle his down and wander around the city.

Zhang Zhihui only had one goal as he ran around everywhere, and that was to get a woman to pamper his eyes.

But he found that both the handsome men and the exposed women on the street seemed to be in high spirits when their eyes met; this was very much in accordance with the physical laws of same-sex interaction and heterosexual attraction.

The colourful eyes of the men were like searchlights, with a hint of admiration in them; moderation sometimes brushed a woman's plump buttocks in a perverted way.

There was a writer named Mo Yan who wrote a Nobel Prize-winning novel called ”The Fattening Breast and Fat Hip”. Needless to say, the title of this novel could knock out many men in the world.

Full- breasted buttocks are the quotidian Eve, people walk in the streets, elevators, airport lobby, subway station, everywhere can see the figure of full breast-fed buttocks.

His clothes couldn't cover up the graceful curves of the fat brewer's butt. The fat bream's butt was everywhere, causing the men's eyes to light up and their bodies to become hot and dry.

The fat brethren squat as if looking at nature and raise their arms unwittingly; they are not the standard posture of an artistic gymnastics, nor do they look like dancing limbs; but the feminine charm of their carcasses naturally radiates light.

The prim man pretended not to notice, but from time to time he looked at her closely; his eyes flashed over the body of the fat brewer, and his saliva was always pooling at the corners of his mouth.

Barely do I leave, gently as I come; I gently wave goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.

Nice men! He actually misread Xu Zhimo's ”Farewell to Kang Qiao” poem and revealed a smile to Feng Feng and Fu; he left behind a sweet joy.

The look didn't want anyone to know, but it secretly praised the beauty God had given women.

To see and to be seen, to be passionate and to be passionate, to be sublimated simultaneously in the clash of eyes; this is an art.

Woman's Beauty You blend into art, bellowing in the melody — yes, you're just a beautiful carcass; but even if you make men unable to breathe or speak, they can only look at you, unable to touch your soft flesh.

Blessed were the eyes, and the man who could not stop wanting to go deeper; but the fat brethren shyly covered their faces, their origins unknown, their birth unknown; there was no history and no future; beyond the deliberate figure of the fat brethren, the attractive slim figure, the men who knew nothing about her could be intoxicated in ignorance, and strangers more likely to stir up the hormonal turmoil in their bodies.

Doubts were everywhere, seduction was all the time; in an age when nothing could be promised, people were more likely to explore and dream.

Dreaming? A long pole, to the grass more green place, loaded with a boat full of stars, in the starlight in the singing. But I can't sing, the quiet is the flute of separation; the summer bug is also silent for me, silence is tonight's Kang Qiao, is also the eye to leave the rich breast and buttocks.

Some people suspected that what people wanted was no longer love; it was just a kind of harmless affection, with no demands and no possession. There was also no disappointment after familiarity and regret that they wished they had never met.