The Ultimate Villain

Chapter 127 Staying in a Small Town (Comprehensive Edition)

The middle-aged woman quickly put away the money and smiled knowingly: "Understood, I understand—"

Song Zhimei walked over holding Qianqian's hand, said with a slight smile, "The owner, this house is nice, give me two rooms."

The middle-aged woman coughed unnaturally twice: "Ahem, there have been a lot of tourists recently, so there is only one master bedroom on the second floor left. How many of you want to stay?"

Zhang Nan smiled faintly: "Sister-in-law, tell me what to do."

Song Zhimei said with a half smile, "It's so late, it's not easy to find a place to stay, so let's stay here."

After a pause, a mischievous smile flashed in Song Zhimei's eyes: "Sissi and I will make the bedroom, so you can make the floor in the corridor."

She covered her mouth with a chuckle, took Chang Qianqian's hand and walked upstairs——

The middle-aged woman followed closely, and looked back at Zhang Nan helplessly. It was not her fault...

Zhang Nan shrugged helplessly: "It seems that the plan has gone wrong..."

After Zhang Nan and his mother and daughter had finished eating the dinner at the farmhouse provided by the owner, Song Zhimei drove Zhang Nan out of the room and asked him to make a bed outside the house.

Zhang Nan lay on the floor, listening to the conversation in the room.

Sitting on the blanket on the ground, Chang Qianqian kicked her legs depressed and yelled, "Ah, it's so boring. I thought there was something interesting in this shitty place, but the signal only has one bar, and I can't even play games."

Song Zhimei opened the suitcase, said with a light smile, "We came here to experience the local customs, so let's forget about using our mobile phones. Let's take a stroll in the town tomorrow."

After a pause, Song Zhimei picked up a change of clothes, said with a light smile, "Sissy, there is no shampoo in the suitcase, you can go downstairs and ask the owner if there is any spare, I'm going to take a shower first, and you can send it to me later." come over."

Chang Qianqian stared at the phone depressedly: "Okay, okay, I see—"

Song Zhimei walked out of the room and closed the door, glanced sideways at Zhang Nan who was beside the door, and chuckled lightly: "How about it, sleeping on the floor feels pretty good—"

She was wearing a black lace nightdress, with her fair legs below the knees exposed.

Zhang Nan lay on his back and looked up. A gust of wind lifted his skirt. He saw two straight white and tender thighs tightly clamped together, as if it was difficult for a piece of paper to get into them.

Thinking of the ecstasy he felt when he was caught between these two thighs, Zhang Nan's heart immediately became hot.

Zhang Nan stood up and smiled closer: "Sister-in-law, if I say sleeping on the floor is uncomfortable, will you let me in?"

"Beautiful thinking—" Song Zhimei covered her mouth and chuckled, then turned around and walked to the stairs.

Zhang Nan smiled evilly, stepped forward quickly, grabbed her hand, and dragged her into the stairs violently.

Song Zhimei winked and said with a chuckle, "Little villain, what do you want to do?"

"I haven't had sex with you for a long time, so I naturally want to fuck you." Zhang Nan fiercely kissed her red lips and kissed her down. He slowly lifted her nightdress with both hands provocatively, groping for her smooth and clean body. Yu's graceful body.

In just a moment, Song Zhimei's body trembled, she hugged his head tightly, her cheeks flushed quickly, she turned her head away shyly, panting again and again: "Ah, don't, don't be here, ah oh, Sissy will pass by later—"

Zhang Nan let go of her mouth unwillingly, looked up at the top of her head, supported her thighs with both hands, and walked quickly towards the roof.

Song Zhimei hugged his head tightly, panting and moaning in a low voice, her cheeks were so red that they were about to bleed——

Zhang Nan pressed her against the wall and kissed her red lips, reached out and slowly took off her purple lace underwear, supported one of her white and tender thighs with one hand, gritted her teeth and raised her waist to push it up.

Song Zhimei's body froze, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her chin rested on his shoulder, a shameful voice was about to come out of her throat, she covered her mouth tremblingly, and whimpered like a moan: "Ah Well, slow down, bad boy—ah..."

At this time, Chang Qianqian bounced to the stairs, and was about to go downstairs to ask the landlord for shampoo. Suddenly, she heard a strange voice, looked up at the roof, and took small steps hesitantly. steps——