HP Hermione's Phoenix

Along the Sunset Boulevard, palms are in full bloom, shining golden light.

The climate seems to have reached midsummer overnight.Although the cold current along the coast is sweeping throughout the year, California is always warm. Walking on the road, the heat wave steams the gravel from the soles of the shoes into the hot pants.

"It's agreed, the mountain belongs to me, you stay at the foot of the mountain, I'll set up the terminal, don't follow me." Hermione said standing on Sunset Boulevard.

"Okay, okay—but I just wanted to help, you know..." Tom folded his arms and shrugged.

"You just keep interrupting me while I'm working!"

"All right--"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, looked up at the tall city of Beverly Hills, and eased her tone: "LA is very different. The terrain here is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Compared with the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor, it is more like the United States." The real dragon veins are where the luck of the world is gathered... If the new magic circle I conceived after I entered the Jin Dynasty is used, I don't need to travel all over the United States, just set up new magic circles in several major states and towns. At the same time, the original European magic circles The network magic circle can also be replaced—”

But the black-haired boy just lowered his eyes deeply and pursed his mouth: "But in order to study this new magic circle, you ignore me—"

"Don't be cute!" Hermione's forehead twitched suddenly...

"Okay...Okay," he pulled down the necktie and said helplessly, "then you go."

"Take a stroll around Beverly Hills. It's famous here. Don't run around, don't cause trouble." Hermione looked at him warningly.

"I know."

"Do you really know?" She looked at him suspiciously, and her tone increased: "Don't do the same thing that time in Paris——"

Last year, she erected terminals in Europe.That summer, after arriving in Paris, Tom was so enamored (coquettish) that he couldn't bear to look straight at him—or he was spoiled by the French sentiment—one didn't like him, so he went to work as a mannequin at the Academy of Fine Arts, where a group of girls from the art school Undress in front of you...

But he immediately smiled slyly.He blinked, licked his lips unconsciously, looked down at her seductively, spread his hands and said, "You know I won't... You actually remembered my naked... Is that so? If you want to see , I'll go back and take it off for you to see—uh cough..."

Hermione turned away without saying a word.The mountain above the head is a huge [HollyWood] signboard, from any angle, it seems to be gilded by the sun, shining with the desire of the world all the time.

Roast Chicken jumped out of her pocket, and laughed narrowly as she climbed up the mountain...

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Hermione came down from the mountain holding the terminal with a solemn expression.At night, the heat here is still lingering, and the Hollywood tourists who come and go are wearing hot pants and don’t feel cold—the side of the palm driveway, Tom’s tie is still tie, trousers are still trousers, looking very lazy. He yawned and sat on the roadside bench, his shirt was covered with golden light by the setting sun.

- He doesn't seem to be causing trouble...

--but……

Hermione walked over, looked at the circle of Americans surrounding her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He blinked immediately, stood up, and said to the others in a low voice: "My guardian is back. You can ask her."

"what?!"

A curly-haired American wearing flat glasses, a baggy jacket, and several brands hanging on his chest immediately looked at her with a red face, and his tone and accent were exaggerated: "Oh...amazing! Hello, hello—that's great! listen to me--"

Hermione turned to look at him, he pulled her aside helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I was wandering around the city this afternoon, and I came across this man by accident... He said he was a director himself, and within 4 consecutive hours Always insisting that I'd be a perfect fit for his movie, the villainous nameless scion of a mysterious aristocratic family from Europe, the brilliant but ambitious character who turned Wall Street upside down and nearly sparked World War III— —”

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle watching him.

"Listen to me," the American director turned to them, his eyes extremely excited and exaggerated, and he spoke quickly: "Believe me, I knew you were the character I was looking for as soon as I saw you, the contemporary Julien, the hero of Wall Street. Eagle! Great! You must try it, you'll love acting—”

Hermione turned her head, crossed her arms and interrupted him: "What's the plot of this character?"

The American director was stunned for a moment, then continued excitedly: "Of course! He has the most important role in this film after the protagonist! If he is Julien in the modern age, the protagonist is Hamlet in the modern age! You know, this is too Cool, Dumas vs Shakespeare..."

"Did he fall in love with the same woman as the main character?" Hermione said deadpan.

"Of course! ... Well, how do you know?"

"The protagonist must have supernatural powers." Hermione said keenly, "either going to the sky or going to the ground. Although he is usually just a dead house wearing glasses, he may be an IT migrant worker. He receives a meager salary every week and is very resentful towards the boss. But he can turn into a hero by wearing underwear at critical moments, punishing rape and eradicating evil is omnipotent. At the same time, he is secretly in love with someone who is 4% likely to be blond, 4% likely to be brown, or 2% likely to be black Sexy girl, is that so?"

"Uh..." the American director opened his eyes wide, "The script is indeed written like this... But we haven't decided on the heroine yet, we have to wait for the sponsor..."

Hermione interrupted him: "What's the ending of the villain in the end?"

American director: "...he had a final battle with the protagonist, and finally fell off the Empire State Building and died... Uh, but this is not the end! Based on the audience's reaction, we will continue to study whether the second part should let him Fake death or resurrection, and have special functions that rival the hero... Hey, wait!"

Hermione grabbed Tom who was about to laugh, ignored the American director who was shouting desperately behind him, turned around and left.

"Why do you know the plot?" Tom looked at her with a smile.

"I figured it out," said Hermione curtly.

"Wow." He put his hands in his trouser pockets and whistled easily.

Roast Chicken poked its head out of Hermione's pocket, and said with a grin, "An unnamed evil descendant from a mysterious noble family from Europe, ambitious and talented! Not bad! My master is optimistic about you!..."

He helplessly spread his hands: "Okay... People are hard to break..."

However, Hermione crossed her arms, stopped thoughtfully, and turned to look at him: "Do you want to act?"

He froze: "I haven't tried it... I mean, I haven't tried it professionally, in front of a camera..."

"You want to say that your acting skills are actually pretty good, don't you?" She looked into his eyes keenly.

"You know..." He blinked his eyelashes easily, "I was once in a certain world, and deceived many people..."

"If you could participate in acting professionally, would you like to try it?"

He stared at her deeply: "Because this is California?"

"Because this is California," Hermione smiled, "everything can happen here."

He gazed down at her breasts.She was still wearing that simple t-shirt, and her soft and full chest squeezed the words [IloveLA] round and plump, making her look full of good mood...

"Including things at night?" He whispered into her ear

"Including everything." She whispered without changing her face.

The black-haired boy jumped up almost immediately, pulled his tie, turned his head and walked back, and waved to the frustrated director: "Hi, David!"

"God, have you changed your mind?!" With a big belly, the director immediately ran over with joy and dissatisfaction, his jacket trembling: "But I want to declare, my name is Mike! It's been four hours , you still haven't remembered my name!"

"My guardian agrees," he said casually and solemnly, moving the tie knot.Hermione almost wanted to laugh, but she couldn't - probably because he buttoned his shirt to the highest point, and his tie knot pressed against his neckline. The swaying lips have a very ascetic but erotic breath...

"Oh my God!! That's great!!!" The director jumped up.

"But I can only accept the PlanC you told me." He said slowly, "I can't play the role of the unnamed evil descendant of the mysterious noble family from Europe, I can only make a cameo, with my guardian ...and the shooting time cannot exceed two hours."

"You are wasting your talent and talent!!!" The director said bitterly, "When I first saw you, I knew you would become the second Clark Gable! My dear, listen to me Say, Hollywood needs you! If you had met me sooner, I would have cast you and Leonardo in Interview with the Vampire, and the female audience wouldn't have to put up with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt Men over the age of 30—I told them a long time ago that the theme of vampires belongs to youth idols. If there are more youthful love story scripts, the history of the next 20 years will prove this point (Note 1)..."

Tom waved a large number of business cards on his hand casually: "Otherwise, I'll go to someone else. I believe that other crews are very short of tricks—"

"Hey! It can't be like this! Well..." the director said dejectedly, "That's the only way to go, I really don't understand why you just play a guest role instead of starring... Well, well, now you are finally willing to tell I have your name?"

"Jack Jones. This is my sister, Hermione Jones." He said in a low and elegant voice, "Please forgive us for not being able to do a longer shoot, we are from the UK, without a work visa... "

"What, your name is Jack? You are so handsome and you have a name like Jack?" The director nuzzled, "Are you really from England? Do British people really name their children such names? ?”

"Then what do you think my name should be?" Tom couldn't help grinning.

"I thought you had a name like Alfred Vanderbilt (Note 2)..." the American director muttered.

In front of the Beverly Hotel, the red carpet was stretched out on the side of the Sunset Boulevard. The flashing lights continued one after another. The fragrant cars and BMWs came one after another. The waiters in white gloves kept bowing and opening the doors to greet them. Palm leaves were blowing in the evening wind. Fluttering.

Hermione got out of the car in a low-cut golden evening dress and stiletto heels, and Tom took her hand with a smile.

There were swarms of flashing lights on both sides of the red carpet. I don't know if they were real reporters or extras brought in by the crew. People mistakenly thought that this pair of couples were real stars, and there was a burst of crazy shots at them.

"It's not like me at all," Hermione said softly.

"I like it very much." He said into her ear.

He looked down at her.Any other person would feel gaudy about her appearance.That kind of gaudy American style, the hair is pulled into the most common hairstyle in the modern era, the chest is exposed, the red lips are flaming, like a standard Hollywood porn star... But she is different, she is different in this dress, Her eyes seem to contain thousands of years and tens of thousands of years of history and the starry sky. The kind of eyes are like a mystery that can never be seen through. It makes people's hearts flutter. Even if it is a rhetorical technique, it can be described in tens of thousands of ways— At this moment, he began to dislike America again. Americans without history are so simple, as if they can be seen through at a glance, and they can't be compared with her at all...

"Why did you agree to participate in the filming?" He walked into the hall with her on his arm, and approached the live-action banquet scene tonight——

"I have a particular conjecture I want to test," she said casually.

The waiter led them to the inner banquet hall according to the number.Candles are already lit on the neatly placed dining table, the tablecloth is understated and elegant, and the silverware is bright and extraordinary-everything is so organized and calm, even if the camera crew is facing them in the corner of the restaurant, all kinds of cables are laid out all over the floor ...

"Thank you for coming-" the American director they met this afternoon said into the loudspeaker still very energetically, "This is a real dinner and a real restaurant, please eat as usual, we just need to shoot A few shots would be fine, just treat it as a crew treat...of course, when the lead comes in after that, the shooting will happen, and everyone just panics and runs out—huh?"

He suddenly lowered his head, and another bearded man wearing sunglasses sat in front of the monitor and said something with a gloomy face.

Tom looked at the waiter who served them with interest: "I guess you're in these shows every day, aren't you?"

The waiter wrapped the wine bottle in a white cloth, grinned, and said philosophically: "It's not common to have on-location filming, sir. But this is LA, and everyone is an actor."

"Wait—!" The American director—now that Hermione sees that he is just an assistant director, and the real director is the sullen bearded man—hastily bent over, as if afraid of flashing into the camera, He hurried to the other side of the hall, pulled the manager and asked, "Why is there no piano?!"

The manager opened his eyes slightly: "Uh, sorry, our pianist is not at work today... Do you need a violinist?"

"The point is not this!" The assistant director scratched his hair anxiously, "Didn't you see it?! There is a piano in the middle of the hall, and the piano is the main picture! How can there be no piano?!"

"But our pianist is sick..."

"How could this be!" He stomped his feet and said, "Such an obvious mistake... Hey, I should have confirmed it earlier, even if the violinist stood next to the empty piano and played the violin, it would be too incongruous! Our seats will be surrounded by The piano turned! Oh my god...doesn't anyone play the piano?!"

In the corner, the director with gloomy sunglasses looked even angrier.The assistant director was about to have a nervous breakdown, and everyone in the crew looked nervously and fearfully at the director in sunglasses—the restaurant manager looked incomprehensible...

Tom gazed at her lightly, and smiled.

He put down his wine glass, stood up, put his slender fingers on his chest, his suit was well fitted, his tie was tied around his neck, and he bowed to Hermione, with charming eyes.

Holding her chin, Hermione quietly watched him walk up to the four-legged piano in the middle of the hall, and sat down politely but as if no one else was there.

Through the sunglasses, everyone also felt that the chief director's complexion had changed.He suddenly waved his hand, and the assistant director almost ran back on his knees, all the cameras pointed at Tom knowingly——

Ding... A voice as clear as spring water flows gorgeously from between his slender fingers.This sentence is unprecedented in the world, it is not Bach Mozart and others, but it is so familiar, it made Hermione instantly think of the night she planted the red lotus——

A string of onset sounds trembling, cool and full of vitality, quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.The camera rotated towards him, and the camera position moved with the director's gestures, but he kept his head down, as if no one was there, his fingers danced like in hell!

——The pitch lowered rapidly!It's like falling, falling and falling!

——Ten fingers quickly swipe the black and white keys, spanning four scales, and the first movement ends here, ending with struggling emotions...

The black-haired boy's waist is straight and his eyebrows are downcast. At this moment, it seems like a bamboo shadow is shining on the cold pool, as if he is in a lonely secret room, as if he can't be seen day and night, why does the bright moon send lovesickness...

--boom!Some guests heard that the beginning of the second movement was similar to "Symphony of Destiny", and the slender fingers smashed forcefully on the keyboard, as if unwilling to reconcile, recalling the shame, resentment and resentment of the past...

——But that is different from "Symphony of Destiny".Beethoven's fate is tragic, lofty, and self-sacrificing. When he hears it, he seems to see the heroes of ancient Greece fighting against the sky and the earth; Struggling is self-loathing. Before wrestling with heaven and earth, the first humiliation he faces comes from himself...

Hermione stared at him across a long corridor.The aroma of roses blooms in the burning of French wax, the silhouette is so close, his eyebrows are downcast and silent, but his heart is so warm, it seems that 60 years of love and hate entanglement will be poured on the keyboard in an instant between……

——The tempo has sped up!speed up!The second movement is only about 4 minutes long, but the ups and downs are so heartbroken that everyone present feels in a trance...

——You can’t get what you want, you can’t get close, the more struggling melody roars out, it is no longer a feeling like a cold pool, it is a sea wave, day and night following the cold current of the Atlantic Ocean, beating against the cold and lonely strait of Britain At the end, with a single thought, it collapsed...

A camera suddenly turned around and focused on Hermione.Following the director's instructions, the cameraman opened the screen silently, and aimed at Hermione's expression—but Hermione didn't pay attention to it, the expression in her eyes was constantly changing with his melody, no one could understand it, but it was still the same. heartbreaking...

No one looked at the pianist who appeared out of the blue any more.The well-dressed Hollywood people are all sitting in their seats. At this moment, it seems that time has traveled back to the modern era. Everyone is thinking about decades of love and hatred——

But the third movement doesn't really start.The affectionate but tormenting melody finally stopped, Tom's expression remained unchanged, and his gestures turned slightly, pulling back everyone's trance-

"5654345, 234, 345, 5654345, 2531..." Someone froze for a moment, then hummed softly.

"This song..."

"Suddenly it became this song...Londeisfallingdown...myfairlady..." The audience knocked on the table, smiled slightly, raised their glasses and drank it all.

He pressed the last syllable of the nursery rhyme, smiled slightly, stood up and gracefully bowed to everyone, and walked back to his seat amidst applause.

"How?" He tilted his head at Hermione.

Hermione smiled softly, stared at him and said, "So you can play this."

"I have very good skills." He said meaningfully.

Hermione almost laughed out loud.However, he looked at her motionlessly, suddenly lowered his voice, and tugged at his tie: "Hey, let's elope."

"what?"

"I've always wanted to say that." Shen Shen looked at her seductively, and stretched out his slender knuckles: "Don't worry about others. Don't worry about anyone. Let's go—"

"Bang—! Bang bang!" The male protagonist wearing a jacket suddenly rushed in without changing his expression, holding a large Barrett, and there was a burst of explosion in the room, and several cameras were facing the famous Hollywood photo. The face is desperately photographed——

The extras immediately screamed and jumped up one after another, and ran out in real or false ways. Tom still looked at her with a smile, held her hand, and led her to run away from the red carpet——

They ran down the aisle, the red carpet, the high-gloss steps and the palm fronds—the camera also gave a close-up of their escape—Hermione, holding her skirt and her slender heels, ran at full speed in Hollywood. On the avenue of stars, the cool wind blows over my calves, and I suddenly feel that my heart is full of happiness——

They ran as far as the farthest stretch of Sunset Boulevard.The palm leaves fluttered to cover the oil-colored street lamps, and the tourists in Echo Park in the distance were crowded shoulder to shoulder. The neon lights mixed with music and tall fountains—he pushed her under the street lamps, and kissed her with his head bowed.

She put her arms around his neck too.Like a heroine in a Hollywood movie, she raised her right foot backwards while kissing—it would be more appropriate if this was a fountain, and it would be more like a movie—a few tourists passed by them, and someone kindly blew Whistle, click and click to take a picture of the poster that is integrated with the scenery——

He moved his lips away, looking at her with deep but shining eyes.

Fireworks were set off on the beach in the distance.Huge colorful fireworks were blooming in the starry sky above his head - blooming and falling in profusion - Hermione watched his face, smiling unconsciously...

He couldn't help putting his hands on her cheeks, his voice was low and passionate: "Shall we go back to the hotel?"

However, she laughed softly and said, "No...wait for me to set up a magic circle."

He immediately frowned, wrapped his arms around her waist, tightened his grip, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "At this time, you actually told me that you are going to cast a magic circle?"

"No, no...you calm down...you'll be fine soon..." She patted his shoulder with a light smile, turned around, and blew into her palm.

In just a split second, something miraculous happened.The eyes of the black-haired boy lit up, and he saw a radiant lotus flower growing out of her palm. It was extremely small and delightful to see—the lotus flower floated into the air, and after a momentary pause, it galloped towards the Hollywood Hills. , within a second, it was magnified several times, as if swallowing the whole of Hollywood——

--boom!

The whole mountain city seemed to be brighter at that moment.The lotus flower has gone nowhere, and it doesn't know where it is buried—however, he knows that it will probably never come out again, and it seems to be welcomed by the joyous Hollywood Hills, and together with them, the breath of LA Become more friendly to them and open up completely...

At this moment, the Rocky Mountains running from north to south are like a long dragon, cheering and slightly opening their eyes—and Hollywood is the real dragon eye of this dragon...

However, local tourists and celebrities in LA were unaware.Since this is LA, the lights are always on, and more light is a given, no?

"I guessed right..." She smiled and said softly, "I have to do some work here, to express my goodwill, and Hollywood will accept me... This North American dragon vein will not let me find it easily... "

"You're amazing." He looked at her without blinking.

"Hollywood accepts you now." She smiled, "You can really be a contemporary Clark Gable now."

"Really?" he said softly.

"Yes, there will be all the good luck in Hollywood to help, grab roles and pull advertisements, gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddha—"

Roasted Chicken suddenly flew over from above their heads at some point, stood on the street lamp and explained with a smile: "Be the male lead! Become a big star! Reach the pinnacle of life! Boy, do you want to think about it!"

He raised his head, his eyes were deep and rippling: "I just want to be like this with your master... is that okay? — Ah!!!!"

"Short oil!" Roast Chicken flapped its wings and started running along Sunset Boulevard with Hermione, turned its head and shouted nervously: "Jane can't bear to look straight!!! If you want you, come after you!!! "

Hermione left the black-haired boy who had been trampled on, and ran while holding her skirt and laughing without looking back.

Tom immediately followed the running brunette girl, and started to run enduring the pain in the back of his foot——Hermione ran so fast, like the wind, and her back was so proud, she really wanted to catch up with her——

- "Wow!" said someone on the side of the road in French, "Hollywood chickens can talk!"

——"That's making a movie! The Americans are amazing!" said a passer-by holding up his camera.

He couldn't help smiling, and tugged on his tie—the tie was unraveled in the wind—the painful instep aroused another nerve of excitement, and the closer he got to the hotel, the more he felt the tension all over his body. Thrills and desires are being ignited...

Finally, I ran into the Garden Hotel.The golden hotel was shining brightly in the night, and no one appreciated the scenery. He rushed into the revolving door hall quickly—only one step slower than Hermione—Hermione raised her skirt and laughed at him in a demonstrative manner, At the same time, he nimbly got into the elevator, and was about to close the elevator door quickly——

That's too late.Tom's expression remained unchanged, and his hand was still holding a dark green tie—he casually took a football on the display stand in the hotel lobby—the football seemed to be signed by several well-known stars, it was extremely precious, but it was He took it like this—at this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the spirit of the British football god, as if he had joined a certain club instead of acting just now...

--boom!

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, the expensive autographed football jammed in.Not fast, not slow, not less than a second——

The elevator door opened automatically and helplessly, the football slid down in a daze, and the staff in the entire hall were stunned——the little black-haired devil calmly said sorry to the waiter, and slid into it in an instant. Elevator, instantly press and close the elevator door.

Hermione glared at him, and before she could say, "Where's your integrity..." Inside the claustrophobic elevator door, he had a heartbeat, and answered in a low voice first: "I was eaten by the roast chicken."

He quickly pulled off the dark green tie in his hand, and wrapped it from the front to the back at a fast speed, blindfolding her eyes——

"Gosh!" Hermione yelled, "There's video in the elevator!"

"Isn't this very exciting!" He retorted loudly, and pressed her into the wall of the ascending elevator and kissed her deeply.

Lips and tongues are intertwined so lingeringly, throat to throat, chest squeezed chest, breath is so fast, passion keeps rising along with the ascending elevator—although I can’t look directly at it, but in this rising and intense claustrophobia, Hermione couldn't even lift one of her backward feet, kissing and stroking seemed to make people dizzy for a long time, and she only wished that this ascent wouldn't end...

Someone was about to come in.However, he unscrupulously pressed the elevator close button, ignoring the puzzled expressions of the guests waiting outside the door, and went up to the thirteenth floor, and quickly picked her up and walked into the quiet corridor——

"Hey..." Hermione laughed, and was about to reach out and pull off the tie blindfold——

"Don't pull it." He took her hand and whispered into her ear with a moist tone.

"I need to open the door to find the room key..."

"Don't look for it, Alahoo is open." He kicked the room away, quickly pulled down her shoulder straps with both hands, and pushed her against the wall at the entrance to kiss until she was drunk——

Hermione giggled and shook her head, but he seemed to have used some strong magic to tangle the tie with her hair, and it was not easy to untangle...

"Untie it for me—" She pointed at him and shook her head desperately.

But he had deep eyes, slowly loosened his shirt, and said in a constant voice: "No... this is very exciting..."

"abnormal!"

His Adam's apple was throbbing, looking at the large piece of skin exposed by her shoulder straps, the more excited his body became, the calmer his expression became: "I'm a pervert, don't you like it too..."

With a bang, he pushed her onto the bed, held her hands with both hands, and licked her delicate neck lingeringly——

Hermione clasped his chin, and said with a smile in her voice, but in a dangerous tone: "Be careful, I really tied your limbs to the four posts at the head of the bed—"

This sentence stunned Tom for a full two seconds.Two seconds later, he thought deeply: "Is there still whipping?"

Hearing his vaguely excited tone, Hermione was almost annoyed, and couldn't help kicking him—but he caught the kick suddenly, shining on the inner thigh, where she couldn't see it but felt it clearly. In the sense of touch, the other party kissed all the way down, and then slipped to a certain place...

Hermione felt her panties cool, she raised her eyebrows, and said decisively in the swiftly swept pleasure: "Don't think I'm really reluctant to hit you!"

"Well... I know, you are the most willing..." He suddenly said in a low tone, with some grievances: "You always treat me like that..."

She couldn't see his expression.Although I could imagine that his expression at this time must be treacherous and cunning, like a little devil—but she couldn't help but feel soft...

It's not that the heart is soft, it's that the body is soft.He embraced her snow-white waist, quickly unbuttoned her underwear along the back of her waist, and at the same time led her to sink down...

The long, lingering and uncontrollable pleasure is overwhelming, as if every inch of nerves is trembling, as if every inch of skin is shouting that this is not enough, babypleaseeonagain...

He heard her tremble slightly, and felt that his soul was about to explode—every time he did this kind of thing, even though his love had sunk like heaven, it still seemed illusory and unreal...

He slid his arms around her waist up and down, breathing in her ears, and said frantically, "It's fine to whip..."

"I won't do that..." Her snow-white chest was trembling up and down, her eyes were invisible, but her voice was unquestionable: "I want to correct your...abnormal habit...um...um..."

"No." He changed his position, hugged her against the mattress, slid one hand tightly over her chest and the other under her chin, and whispered hastily in the lingering deep kiss: "I'm not to others ...it's you...you can whip me, torture me...I get excited...but no one else..."

She heard him say this, and he said it so affectionately - she couldn't see the other person's expression, but this sentence seemed to surpass thousands of confession languages ​​in the world, even though she knew it was wrong, she felt that no amount of attachment was enough...

When he was so mad that he couldn't tell the difference between day and night, he suddenly felt that he was detained.Looking up again, she had already taken off the blindfolded tie, her long brown hair was loosely and sexyly loose, with her back to the light, she looked at him with wandering eyes——

"Hey..." He stared at her, and his waist swayed: "Don't stop..."

He felt like something was going to explode.She stared at her hungrily, but her concentration was amazingly good, her expression didn't change at all, she grabbed the tie with a half-smile, and looked at him: "You really want me to whip you?"

He stared at her: "Not now... Let's finish this scene first..."

"No..." She looked at him deeply, narrowed her eyes, and slid her slender hands across his open chest - it seems that she has been exercising too much recently, and he has gained muscles again, with a cold and cold expression. Lianxiang's muscles——"I have a question for you, do you like me because you like being beaten...or do you like me because you like being abused—"

As soon as she finished speaking, a persistent, stuck, volcano-like passion surged up—he gasped and said, "How do I know? What the fuxxphilosophy! You think I'm Socrates ?!"

Hermione was amused by his answer.She laughed loudly, but was quickly pushed back by him, and her hands were pulled to the top of her head. He pressed her head against her head with a final burst of strong eruption, which finally ended the volcanic eruption.

After this time, he rubbed her neck unwillingly and said, "Let's not go back, shall we?"

"what?"

"Have you finished setting up all the network law circles in the United States?" His voice was muffled.

"Well, you can put it that way." Hermione said thoughtfully, "Did you know that this Hollywood is the real dragon's den of America, where the terrain and the people's hearts are trending, and even more faintly gathers the beliefs of the whole world?" Power...really powerful, it turned out to be the power of faith...with America's self-made history, it can kill a bloody path from all the gods in this plane, gather the desire of the whole world, really foresight This dragon vein can continue the national fortune of the United States for 300 years, and this is the center of the United States... huh?"

He kissed her in a trance, his lips intertwined, and his voice was low in his ears: "Then we will stay here and not go back, shall we? - Go for a walk on the beach every day, jog in Echo Park, go to the sea on a yacht, like Lying on deck like this..."

Hermione smiled softly: "Why? You really want to be the contemporary Clark