Gossip King

Gao Leng's gaze was very direct, and his meaning was also very direct. As a young woman, Asao Mai could not fail to understand the meaning of an adult man's gaze.

She smiled lightly, lowered her eyes, and agreed.

It is said that Japan has a lot of extramarital affair, Gao Leng does not know if there are really many, but at least Asao Mai in front of him is obviously one of them.

Extramarital affairs, the term seems to be very common in Japanese culture.

Take literature as an example. Watanabe Junichi, a well-known Japanese novelist who died in 2014, is known as the master of Japanese love and love. He has authored more than 50 novels and many essays, and has published more than 150 literary works.

Watanabe Junichi’s works have been selling well after being introduced to the empire. Almost every young man and woman has read his works, and many of his works describe extramarital affairs.

Compared with the imperial literature, Xiaosanhe and extramarital affairs are often spurned by thousands of people. Watanabe Jun’s extramarital affairs are as beautiful as first love, giving the cheating man and woman complex sweet and desireful feelings.

The "Dancing Girl" written by Kawabata Yasunari, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature, is also an extramarital affairs. Like Watanabe Junichi, the description of extramarital affairs is exceptionally beautiful.

As the cold wind blows up the snow, Ji Liao.

In this respect, it is completely different from Empire literature.

In the past few years, the popular Japanese drama "Hiyan" talked about extramarital affairs. Not only would the Japanese not hate the derailed heroine, on the contrary, her popularity has greatly increased. The ratings of the finale were as high as 16.5%, which was the runner-up in the ratings of the new drama in the summer of 2014.

Japan has conducted a survey on TV programs and interviewed hundreds of housewives whether they have had an extramarital affair. The results of the survey were shocked to the world. The female cheating rate was as high as 34%, and the male cheating rate was as high as 57%.

Although this result is not scientific and rigorous enough, it is only a survey conducted by a certain Japanese TV station, which is not enough to prove that the derailment rate of Japanese is so high. But from their descriptions of the beauty, yearning, and even maintenance of extramarital affairs, to the fire of "Day Yan", they are highly praised by Japanese housewives, although these are all works of literature, film and television, and works of art.

Art works may be higher than life, but they must come from life, and to a certain extent can reflect the current situation of Japanese marriage. One can see the rate of derailment in Japan.

Maybe they are not like that, but they are so eager to create literary works. Who knows the true truth?

Japan’s **** industry is well-developed, and they have taken this aspect to the extreme as they do other projects. Gao Leng looked at Asao Mai, wondering whether this Japanese young woman was passionate in bed or gentle as a kimono.

Thinking of this, the high-cold Adam's apple moved up and down.

Asao Mai looked at him, pursed her lips and smiled, her round face and round eyes, like Gao Yuanyuan, are so close, her high-cold eyes moved down, even though the pool water is milky white. I vaguely saw some of her body, dimly.

I only feel that my body is small, but fleshy.

"Let's go clubbing over there." Gao Leng pointed to the room in the distance, another soup pool arranged by Jiangkou, what it means to invite a young woman to go alone, it is self-evident.

While talking, I saw Manager Liu got up with a girl and walked towards another separate soup pond.

"Yeah." Asao nodded, a little shy, she secretly looked at Gao Lenglu's body on the water, and also secretly looked at the part of her body underwater.

Hearing the affirmative answer, Gao Leng stood up, Qianwei Mai followed closely, took the white bath towel off his head and slightly covered his body, and walked to the other side in the eyes of everyone.

The others smiled ambiguously, and Eguchi Quirin smiled normally.

Gao Leng entered the room and stood aside, turning her head to look at Asao Mai who opened the curtain to enter, she wrapped her headscarf back in her hair, her face was slightly red, and she headed straight towards the soup pond.

Even if it is a separate soup pond, there is no door at the door, only a curtain. There is no need for a door. If it is not for the guests of this soup pond, other guests will not rush in. The Japanese pay special attention to order. And Asao Mai wraps her hair in a towel as soon as she enters the door is also a manifestation of order: even if there are two people with Gao Leng here, she will not put her hair down illegally.

The separate hot tub is very small, only one-tenth of the shared bath. Mai Asao got out of the water and shrank to the side, burying her body in the milky white water, looking a little shy, but she would not panic like an ignorant girl.

It's the shyness of desire.

Gao Leng only felt that her body was very dry. This young woman had a really good figure. She was already well-matured at the age of 25, which made her itchy.

Men like young women, but not all young women like them, only young women with good looks.

Asao Mai raised her eyes, her eyes widened.

Gao Leng knew her expression, and sneered in her heart. The size of the Japanese, the imperial people had learned in action movies, was really small and a bit pitiful.

After getting into the water, Asao Mai lowered her head, blushing, and her ears red.

Gao Leng looked at the curtains and frowned. Although no one came in, it would be inconvenient to hear the noise outside.

"Would you like some sake?" Gao Leng asked.

Mai Asao nodded.

The two of them poured a glass of sake and drank. Once they drank, they were not so embarrassed and shy. They dipped and drew close together.

"You are in good health." Asao could not help but sigh.

"Feel the feeling?" Gao Leng put down his wine glass.

"Huh?" Asao Mai's Chinese foundation is not good enough, she didn't understand what Gao Leng said.

Gao Leng stretched out his hand and hugged her, only feeling that the skin feels very good, and he committed suicide near her ears and said, "Let me in, you will know how good my body is."

Asao Mai smiled lightly, walked in front of Gao Leng, and nodded gently.

The soundproofing of Tangchi is really bad, and I don’t want the imperial hot spring suite. There is a sofa with a bed or something. This is really bad. There is a small wooden cabinet for things and a large wooden cabinet for clothes.

The wooden cabinets are going to be overturned.

Japanese woman, Gao Leng This is the second time to taste it, but the wife is indeed the first time. It is strange to say that if he touches the imperial wife, Gao Leng always feels a little embarrassed. It is not embarrassing to move the Japanese wife. , And there is an inexplicable excitement.

"The imperial man is too fierce, the imperial man is too fierce, the imperial man is too fierce." Asao Mai said repeatedly and dazedly, suppressing her voice for fear that people passing by outside might hear it.

"Speak Japanese." Gao Leng ordered.

"The linen fell... one treasury, one treasury, one treasury!"

Cool.

Just always worry about someone coming in.

Gao Leng only stayed in Tangchi for more than an hour, then took Asao Mai directly out of Tangchi, and turned left to the next guest house.

"Tell him, take the whole hotel." Gao Leng spoke quickly, and his breathing was a little short.

"The whole?" Asao Mai's cheeks are red, the woman is the most beautiful at this time, and this beauty has not faded, making Gao Leng feel itchy.

The bed and breakfast hut near Tangchi is very expensive, and the two-story small building can usually accommodate about five houses, which is very warm.

"Yes, the whole, hurry up." Gao Leng frowned: "The guests who are staying now ask them to go to other places. I am willing to pay five times the price, or ten times the price."

Asao Mai opened her mouth wide in surprise, but she bit her lip proudly. She naturally knew why Gao Leng had to cover the entire hotel building. When he was in Tangchi, he was very upset. There were people passing by outside at every turn. Don't dare to be too big, cautiously.

Asao Mai speaks a lot of Japanese, the shopkeeper is surprised to look at Gao Cold.

"If the guests stay in other places, they are willing to pay ten times the price, madam, where is this man from? So rich."

"Imperial person." Asao Mai said, bending over again and again: "Please, please."

...

In the wooden room, the wooden floor, and the wooden cabinet, everything exudes the color of the wood itself, which looks very warm.

"You put on a kimono." Gao Leng gritted his teeth and said.

Asao Mai is still wearing the clothes that are available in the hot spring, beige trousers and short sleeves.

"Huh?" She was a little strange, she was anxious about Gao Leng just now, but she didn't expect to want her to wear clothes now.

"Change into a kimono, tie your hair, and we will come again." Gao Leng sat at the tea table, took a sip of tea, and looked at the Japanese flag at the window.

He stood up and took off the Japanese flag, holding it in his hand and looking at it over and over again, while Asao obediently changed into a kimono, a red kimono that was exactly the same as the red in the middle of their flag, and the white flowers were extraordinarily charming.

Head down, kneel and sit in front of you.

Gao Leng inserted the pole of their national flag into the gap in her chest, bent over to pick her up, and threw it on the low bed, where the national flag fell from her chest.

"Hold the national flag." Gao said in a calm voice.

A few minutes later, she was wearing a messy red kimono but still on her body. Mai Asao held the pillow tightly with one hand. The fabric of the pillow was almost torn apart, and the other hand held the national flag tightly, and her hair was scattered. Some, frowning slightly, biting their lower lip tightly.

The national flag was shaken, accompanied by murmured Japanese.

With the windows open, Japanese sweet and fresh air flows into the room with moonlight.

The red kimono, the white flowers, the Asao Mai who almost died and came back to life, and the Japanese music played in the building.

Gao Leng refused to let her take off her kimono and let her go.

The small building quaked slightly.

The small building is quiet.

The small building quaked again.

The small building is quiet.

The small building quaked again...

The first night in Japan was very refreshing and comfortable.

Until the sky was light, Mai Asao's kimono fell off at some point, and the Japanese flag fell aside. Gao Leng turned over and walked to the window, pushing all the windows open, only to see the bright red sunrise in the distance especially dazzling.

Take a deep breath, what a good air.

The probe looked at the street, what a clean street.

Some pedestrians passed by in a hurry, and some children carried their school bags in groups and walked towards the school, looking like they were only five or six years old. At this age, the empire in the big city will never go to school alone, but in Japan it is already sparse.

When the children crossed the road, the vehicle automatically stopped to let them pass first. After passing, the Japanese children all bent over to thank the parking vehicles.

No wonder the Japanese are known for their politeness in the world, and they are far more civilized than the imperials.

can……

Gao Leng turned his head and looked at Asao Mai on the bed.

Under such a conservative kimono, women are so open, what a strange Japan.