Chapter 3: I'm a bad man.

　　"Master, it's here, it's itchy, it's hard to feel."
The old king followed the direction of a look, tight jeans package, can vaguely see the panties reflecting the outline of the triangle, Lin Xiaolan's words and let a person think about it, a certain position in the lower body can not help but follow the bouncing a bit.


"But it is itchy? What's going on, tell me about it."
The old king is the village's most important person, and he is the only one who has the right to know the truth.
Old Wang is the only one in the village who has the ability to see the doctor, and he is usually good to himself, so Lin Xiaolan simply told the whole story.
"I don't know what's going on, since I rode the bicycle my uncle bought me, I've been sick, and not only does it itch, but sometimes there's some sticky stuff coming out."
When he heard this, Lao Wang was happy, this is not a disease, it is clearly Lin Xiaolan's age of love, the road in the mountains is bumpy, the root of the thighs in the stool a rubbing, have a feeling.
Looking at Lin Xiaolan's embarrassed and anxious look, the old king would like to tell her the truth, but looking at her young body, water snake-like waist, seems to know nothing about the physiology of the appearance of the old king for a long time have not touched a woman's heart suddenly produced greed.
He is only fifty this year, still robust, recently always want to find a place to vent, in front of the eyes of this nothing to understand the mountain girl, is not exactly a chance.

"Xiaolan na, you are afraid of this is a Yin disease, or it will kill us."

The old king stood up in a nervous manner, and boldly said against his will.
Seeing the old king's grave and serious expression, Lin Xiaolan, who is still a child, panicked and went forward to embrace the old king's arm.