Some people just don't believe in evil. This is not good.

  Emperor Tang Jingzong had a sudden urge to go to Mount Li. Advisor Zhang Quanxi said that since the Zhou Dynasty's King You went to Mount Li, every emperor who visited Mount Li met with disaster: Qin Shi Huang was buried there and his second son died; Emperor Xuanzong built a palace there but An Lushan rebelled; Emperor Muzong went to Mount Li and returned only to die soon after. Jingzong said this was too strange and he had to see it for himself, so he went. He died the following year.

  So, the imperial court constantly reminds itself that some things must be believed in.

  I'm just a scholar with neurosis, far from being violent. But according to what the Dutch sister said, my destructive power is still quite strong. So he treated me like that because I must have "brutally trampled" him when I was ill... Only, I'm a bit terrified inside. Now that I'm getting sick again, I've started taking a perverted path. And so I suffered the consequences of "using someone's own method against them".

  Cough. Once the official believed in her own evil, she changed completely.

  The tension on her body had dissipated. She secretly took a peek at Gong Xiaoyue, who was driving, trying hard to find any clues of her changed attitude from his eyebrows.

  Of course. She's been feeling unwell lately. It's hard for her to mention how bad she's feeling.

  He stuffed something into his own vagina and then pinched the two pieces of clam meat for a long time without letting go. The official only felt a cool breeze inside. The official didn't dare move, fearing hurting himself.

  It seemed that the cool air gradually stuck to the entire inner wall. He let go. He also put her in a small vest. He also put on his pants. Then he let her sit back. He drove with a gloomy face himself.

  He put something in that seemed to melt. The official had his legs crossed. He only felt a dull ache in his heart... Heart, it was empty. A hollow emptiness.

  Actually, it's not that intense. But have you comrades ever had popping candy? A small amount in your mouth, it's sweet and jumps around inside, a bit spicy, numbing the oral cavity. At this time, the mouth down there is just like that taste, not intense but wave after wave, numbness followed by a moist wetness, one wetness, emptier heart.

  She secretly swallowed her saliva. She was savoring the taste carefully. Occasionally, she made small movements to adjust her buttocks. Trying to find a position that would make the feeling fade away. Unfortunately, every movement made it worse... Her hands began to tightly grip the pant legs at her knees. No more time to look at Gong Xiaoyue. No more time to think about how she had become such a pervert.

  It started with her stealing glances at him. Mr. Gong clearly felt that she seemed to relax a bit, even looking at herself with guilt.

  This wicked woman is weird and has a short temper. Gong Ye didn't plan to bother with her, but she started making small moves towards him. A faint cold smile curled up at the corner of Gong Ye's lips.

  The car drove into the camp when night had already fallen.

  "I want to go to the bathroom." The official was a bit constipated. However. More importantly, she wanted to wash up in the bathroom.

  "Pitiful. Old Gong nodded. 'Get off the bus quickly, don't be slow. Speak clearly.'"

  The official was somewhat embarrassed. Where did I go wrong? I hate women who speak in a shrill voice the most.

  She glared at him. But because she already had a guilty conscience towards him. This glare contained some resentment.

  Gong Ye was glared at by her with such a resentful expression, his heart skipped a beat.

  Then. Just be annoyed. Must hold on to one's own heart ah.

  "Are you going to the bathroom or not?"

  He let out a small roar. The bailiff slowly opened the car door and got in.

  Grandpa Gong's heart is still racing.

  Her slightly twisted waist.

  Plump buttocks wrapped in long pants.

  Soft long legs.

  Weak arms.

  Tell her not to be so stubborn... Her posture when getting off the carriage is as elegant as a noble lady getting up from a soft couch after drinking too much. Jiao'er... Jiao'er...

  Gong Ye couldn't help but whistle at her from behind. Stand up straight. Let's see if those tender bones of hers can support that soft and delicate body of hers.

  Han Yingqin is a weird old man. He gathered all the high-ranking officers here and tortured them like special forces. At this point, they are probably practicing 800 li of exercises on the high ground. The weird old man has always been good at being concise. This camp is simple and remote. On the launch meeting, the weird old man said with a faint smile: "Think about it, if even your guard regiment next to you was annihilated, how would you do?" In short, rely on yourself.

  So. This camp is almost like a deserted city. Except for the strict ban on the periphery. After entering, there are no guards at all. So it's convenient for Gong Ye to do things.

  Of course. Even if he ran into a few people, Gong Ye wouldn't be afraid. He was originally in charge of external liaison work. Sometimes bringing a few people over wasn't unusual either. Moreover, at this hour, the high ground on the other side was bustling with activity, while this camp was quiet and deserted. Apart from a few clerks, everyone else was huddled beside their computers, unlikely to run into anyone.

  Additionally, Gong Ye deliberately avoided suspicion. Along the way, he really didn't see a single person. The dark lantern led him into a very simple toilet.

  The little girl ran in. Gong Ye also followed her in.

  "Whoa, whoa, little one. What are you doing here?"

  Gong Ye locked the door from behind. "It's very dirty here. Don't step on shit."

  The toilet light is not bright. It really stinks. I'm going to die from the smell. I don't dare move standing there.

  You think. This is all men. Also, they are well-trained men. Lying in the wild next to a pile of dung for a day and night without any problems. Who still cares about whether the toilet is clean or not?

  Gong Ye smiled faintly, took out a lighter and added another touch of brightness. "Go quickly."

  It's brighter now. I can see the surroundings clearly.

  Just a pit.

  It's not like it's overflowing with feces and urine or anything. But still, it's really dirty. The toilet bowl is all yellowish-brown. And the edges are black too.

  She can't stand still at all. But what can be done? She can't hold it in and bursts out laughing.

  Like a finicky little kid. High heels stepped on the slightly cleaner sides. Legs apart. Started unbuttoning pants.

  He was so leisurely holding the lighter and staring. Being stared at by him like that, Hua Hua couldn't take it. But he didn't take a picture. It was too dark and dirty. Hua Hua couldn't bear it even more.

  She didn't look at him either. Lowered her head. Unzipped her pants. Pulled down her pants. Squatted down. Peeing sound.

  She didn't see you. She's blushing bright red.

  She didn't dare to let it out as freely as she used to. Otherwise, the splashing sound would be even more embarrassing. Just a little bit, just a little bit. Unbeknownst to her, listening to it was even more captivating.

  To be honest, Gong Shao looked at her with a small smile on his face, and she really was lovely.

  What a delicate girl. This must be the worst toilet she has ever been to. Look at her squatting, tightly holding onto her pants, as if afraid of getting them dirty. Her whole body is tense, as if relaxing would make her touch something dirty...

  She wiped herself with a tissue and turned around. The posture was elegant. To be honest, if it were next to a high-end toilet, this set of actions would be considered elegant.

  What's more interesting is...

  She had already finished wiping. She wiped it clean and stood up. Then she squatted down again. After a while, she wiped again.

  Later on, everyone in the household knew about her obsessive-compulsive disorder. After she finished urinating, she would wait for a while and then pee a little more... This was a habit she developed when she was young and went on a spring outing by car and got carsick. Of course, this habit is very bad for the kidneys. Everyone in the household reached a consensus on this issue: they couldn't let her be alone in the bathroom. So later on, whenever she went to the bathroom, someone would always supervise her to get rid of this "psychological effect".

  At this time, Gong Shao also frowned. She took too long in the bathroom. Firstly, she had a strong psychological effect and was constipated. Secondly, she was too clean-freaky and kept wiping. This wasn't good at all.

  Cough. Can't help but sigh again at the end of the story. The concubine is still blessed with good fortune. She has won over people from all walks of life, and they don't despise her. Even serving as a toilet maid is done diligently. Think about it, when the old bird can no longer move one day, her entourage will be so familiar with these details that even if she's bedridden, she'll still be clean and tidy, a dignified elderly lady.

  Put on underpants. Finally finished. Walked out carefully again. Went to the small faucet to wash hands.

  However

  Suddenly got up. The lower body was itchy and hot.

  This humble environment. The toilet inside can't be washed like that. But she just wiped it fiercely several times. However... why does the smell feel stronger the more I wipe?

  The official didn't want to stay in this toilet for a moment. He washed his hands and hurried out.

  Gong Ye turned off his lighter and quietly followed behind.

  Little slut. If you don't go to the toilet, I'll pour water into your mouth and make you go to the toilet.

  You know that the more you pour, the stronger it gets. Your urine gushes out and washes away all its effects. You're just waiting for yourself to take off your pants and touch yourself. The more you touch, the more fragrant; the more fragrant, the more men are aroused by the smell...

  Gong Ye grabbed her wrist and led her into a room on the second floor of the small building.

  Zheng Jing's house.

  Gong Ye's timing is really good.

  In twenty more minutes, the troops will be back from their drill practice.

  The teams returned to their respective rooms for half an hour and then gathered on the playground. They still had to listen to General Xiao Han's summary speech.

  On the scene, one name will be called out loud at a time. One "present".

  If there was no "arrive"…

  Haha, this is the most exciting part. General Little Han's freak will lead the crowd to "visit" your camp. Lose your face. Offend your dignity.

  Last time, a general was slower in changing his pants. He was blocked at the entrance of his tent by General Xiao Han and his ghostly soldiers. With a faint smile, he said, "It's really necessary for your soldiers to see your speed."

  General Xiao Han is really something else.

  (Note: I didn't write the part about going to the toilet today with a dirty mind. But... I want to say that if a man doesn't even care about your shit and piss, can take care of you when you're sick in bed, and can take care of you until old age, then he truly loves you.)