【Human Past Events】(15) Author: Poro_Ero

Author: poro_ero
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(15)

Day 374 (

proper-time)

Badaling, to Beijing

"What, you're not allowed to get off?" The young master roared in the VIP carriage, making a lot of noise, even Yang Tianming next door could
hear it. Since Xiao Miao helped him and secretly guided him, the young master's temper as the head of the family and his manhood
have become increasingly apparent.

It is no surprise that such a big thing happened in the Western Regions, and the entire train was destroyed by external forces. The whole empire
must be on edge and security must be doubled. As the son of the former Northwest King and now a prisoner, taking the secret passage directly to the outskirts of the capital
is very sensitive at this moment. In the garrison troops of the capital region, although the highest commander has long been replaced, there are still
supporters of the Northwest King in the army, who may cause trouble outside the festival.

Through the train window, Yang Tianming saw military representatives and special operations personnel on the platform, fully armed
and wearing sunglasses and masks—these were self-circulating generators integrated with the sunglasses, equivalent to
gas masks from the last era.

A moment later, the young master and Xiao Miao got off the train and followed the military representative.

Then the train's loudspeaker announced: "Dear staff of the Northwest Prefecture, your master, accompanied by the military,
has traveled to the capital to visit the Northwest King. Gifts have been sent by the military. However, due to the highest level of
security measures, everyone else will transfer to a regular train and disembark at Shanhaiguan Station. The train exit connects to
the regular train; please take your personal belongings to the sleeper berths. Again, please take your personal belongings
to the sleeper berths."

The dozen or so people in the carriage, including bodyguards, drivers, and porters, packed their belongings and obediently
went to the regular train, mingling with the other passengers.

Yang Tianming, still somewhat skeptical, followed the carriage exit and entered the regular train. When did this royal escape route from
Badaling to Jiayuguan become served by a regular train? And how could the frontline Shanhaiguan possibly
extend an underground route to the outskirts of Beijing? Wouldn't that give the enemy a direct opportunity to storm the capital?

With a "click," the train's exit closed. The ejection-style capsule carriages were detached. The regular train
slowly pulled away from the platform.

Watching the young master and Xiao Miao's figures gradually disappear into the distance, Yang Tianming couldn't help but feel worried for them. How could a young master, a
newborn calf , and Xiao Miao, a novice in the game, possibly handle the treacherous and unfathomable
powerful figures in Beijing?

They should take care of themselves. They couldn't worry about others anymore.

Speaking of which, with such tight surveillance here and Yang Tianming's abilities not yet restored, he could only obediently go to
Shanhaiguan.

On the underground railway,

the regular train in the outskirts of Beijing was moving at a snail's pace, its acceleration incredibly slow. Yang Tianming looked out the window in the corridor, almost
unable to resist complaining. Compared to the capsule-like rapid-movement tunnel of electromagnetic catapults, this ordinary train was practically an antique from the last
era .

"Good morning, passengers. Passengers with medical experience, please proceed to carriage number seven immediately. A passenger has
fainted and needs your assistance. On behalf of the patient, I thank you. To reiterate..."

The monotonous announcement made Yang Tianming drowsy. The dim yellow guide lights outside the window offered a slight illumination to the dark underground
passage . There were some strangely shaped carvings on the walls, likely
marks left by the construction team during construction.

The walls in the distance were dilapidated, revealing the main beam inside—a massive wooden pillar surrounded
by steel reinforcement. Unfortunately, the wood was severely rotten; in the dim light,
maggots could be faintly seen fluttering about.

In the long, shadowy shadows of the tunnel, Yang Tianming seemed to see "that thing" approaching. It
ran against the direction of the train, flashing past. It seemed to have a terrifying face, a gaping maw, as if
it were shouting something. Through the window, amidst the roaring noise and sentimental broadcast music inside the train,
the shouts were completely inaudible.

Perhaps it was just his exhaustion and the oppressive darkness creating an illusion.

Yang Tianming smelled a faint tarry odor, or more precisely, the smell of cigarettes. Cigarettes weren't pleasant; they smelled worse than
a fart . Smoking in a public place was like letting out a horribly foul fart. Yang Tianming wanted
to punch him.

The interior walls of the carriage were marked with "Car Number Six" and "No Smoking" signs.

So the migrant workers went to the connecting area between the carriages to smoke. The carriages were connected by rubber of a high-polymer material,
leaving a few gaps for ventilation, allowing some smoke to escape.

However, the migrant workers didn't see it that way. "I'm a human being too! Why should I hide behind the door at the connecting area to smoke?
Why should I only be able to smoke in the toilet?" The migrant workers stood at the carriage door, facing the wind, proudly exhaling clouds of smoke.
The smoke , carried by the wind, quickly filled the carriage.

Yang Tianming suppressed the urge to hit someone and simply walked quickly over, intending to stand upwind of the migrant worker.

The migrant worker, a cigarette dangling from his lips, saw the washbasin next to him, smoothed his hair in front of the mirror, stroked his beard , and
reveled in his reflection as he smoked .

A flight attendant in a purple uniform and black stockings was cleaning nearby. She entered the washbasin and bent over, mopping the floor. This flight attendant was clearly a professionally trained woman with excellent looks and demeanor. Her simple, fitted uniform her curvaceous figure, making her incredibly alluring. Her loose, flowing black hair concealed her fair, round face and the fragrant sweat dripping from it. She wore thin, pure black cotton stockings that clung to her slender , alluring legs, and black leather shoes. Because of her bent-over posture while mopping, her black brocade pencil skirt rode up slightly, revealing the full curves of her buttocks. The gap beneath the shapely pencil skirt sparked endless fantasies. The migrant worker couldn't resist such temptation. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he rushed forward and grabbed the flight attendant, thrusting wildly from behind through her pants and skirt. His pants were already bulging like a tent, and he felt an overwhelming urge to touch her smooth, black stockings. The flight attendant screamed in fright, turning around to see a short, sallow-faced migrant worker. She easily pushed him away. At 175cm, she could look down on this short, stocky man.

The migrant worker, enjoying himself immensely, was caught off guard and stared intently at the beautiful young
flight attendant , unsure whether his reaction was anger or lust.

The flight attendant slapped him across the face, knocking his cigarette butt away in the process. The loud slap drew
the attention of many.

The flight attendant yelled, "What are you looking at? Go do what you were doing!" The others went back to their tasks.

The flight attendant turned around and slapped the migrant worker again without hesitation, angrily shouting, "Don't you know smoking is prohibited
on the train ?"

Two bright red handprints instantly appeared on the migrant worker's face. Terrified by the flight attendant's imposing manner, he quickly and meekly
stubbed out his cigarette, bowing and looking at the female flight attendant with a pitiful, begging gaze.

At that moment, a tall, burly policeman walked over, his eyes fixed on the female flight attendant with a suggestive look.

He turned his gaze to the migrant worker, his expression instantly turning fierce. Without a word, he reached out his right hand and grabbed the worker's
neck, slowly lifting his entire body off the ground. The worker tried to pry the fat policeman's hand off, but he lacked the policeman's
strength , and could only flail his legs wildly in the air, like a tormented, weak monkey.

Half a minute later, the fat policeman threw him down. The migrant worker slumped limply in the corner, his face flushed and neck bulging,
not daring to utter a sound.

The fat policeman turned around, flicked the female train attendant's nose with his left hand, and said, "Little rascal."

The female train attendant was somewhat disgusted, but forced by the official's power, she could only maintain a facade of polite banter,
glancing around and looking for an excuse to leave the fat man. The fat man, however, stayed close behind the female train attendant, groping her,
sniffing her hair, and then followed her away.

Without the annoying man smoking, without any more excitement to watch, Yang Tianming continued walking towards the next carriage, just in time to see
a beautiful woman watching the scene unfold.

She had a small frame and a delicate, petite figure that made one want to hold her close. Her waist was
the slender waist every beauty possessed, and her long, bare legs were thin, shapely, and exceptionally beautiful.

Suddenly, the woman stood up and walked towards them.

As she passed Yang Tianming, he caught a whiff of fragrance—the scent of a married woman.

The woman walked past Yang Tianming to the connecting area between the carriages, looking at the migrant worker slumped on the ground. The worker was weak and listless,
squinting as he looked up at this woman, who seemed so much more noble than himself.

Yang Tianming stood pretending to look out the window, but was actually observing her out of the corner of his eye.

The woman kicked the migrant worker in the groin. The worker, enduring the excruciating pain, feigned distress and quickly unzipped
his pants to check his erection.

To his surprise, his erection had rapidly swelled, revealing an ugly, dark, grotesque penis, now exposed to this wealthy woman.

The woman actually took off her sandals, and gently placed one alluring jade foot on his erect penis,
slowly caressing it. Through the thin cotton socks, one could see her neatly arranged toes slightly curled. That snow-white jade foot
, with its perfect and sexy curves, pressed against the ugly migrant worker's genitals, already making his penis tremble with excitement, and precum flowing
from his urethra .

The woman looked down at the migrant worker with disdain, pressing the back of her foot tightly against his penis, slowly pushing it to the right, and
using her foot to press it down sideways onto his thigh. His erect penis resisted helplessly,
trembling as he tried to stop the woman's foot, but after all, "the man's strength is no match for the woman's strength," and the glans was pinched against her thigh,
drooling.

"Big sister, I feel so uncomfortable." The migrant worker's body and mind had been deeply conquered by the woman. "Please,
big sister, let me have some pleasure." The migrant worker boldly twisted his body to meet the woman's jade foot.

The woman smiled sweetly at him, moved her jade-like foot away, put on her sandals, and stepped on the migrant worker's head, slowly pressing down.
The migrant worker was forced to lower his head little by little until his face was pressed against the cold ground.

The migrant worker simply knelt on the ground, kneeling at the feet of the wealthy woman, holding her sexy and beautiful ankles in his hands, and began
to kiss . His tongue slid over every inch of her skin, every corner, sometimes biting the shoelaces, sometimes sucking on the toes.
The scent of cigarettes clung to the wealthy woman's feet, but she didn't care, just gently swaying her feet,
a smug smile on her lips.

Just as the migrant worker was getting more and more excited, suddenly, the wealthy woman kicked him away, and he collapsed to the ground, Ding
Ri had been aroused to the limit! He stood tall, humbly begging towards the woman's jade-like feet.
His scrotum was already full of essence, ready to be offered as a sacrifice to the woman's jade-like feet.

The woman stomped down again, quickly and ruthlessly. This time, not only were his testicles crushed, but his toes were also used to
firmly press down on the vas deferens. The migrant worker lay on the ground, trembling violently a few times, then went still. His rock-hard penis
also went limp, and not a single drop of semen flowed out. It had all exploded inside his prostate.

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph." The woman's cherry lips emitted a contemptuous laugh.

How could there be such a lewd woman! Yang Tianming was furious.

The woman stood with her back to Yang Tianming, her long legs straight, the gap between her thighs and calves
so perfect, so beautiful, her temperament captivating.

Yang Tianming could no longer bear it, he could no longer hold back.

He rushed forward and hugged the woman from behind.

The impact made the woman take a step forward, letting out a coquettish moan, a deadly seductive sound.

So slutty!!!

Yang Tianming cursed inwardly.

Isn't this seducing me?!

Yang Tianming buried his head in the woman's long hair and neck, inhaling her fragrance. His hands slipped inside the woman's
t-shirt, groping her tender belly. He clamped his legs around her stunningly beautiful thighs, as if he wanted to devour her.

Yes, he wanted to devour her! Yang Tianming's penis, restless, emerged from the zipper, pressing against
the woman's buttocks, rubbing up and down, sending waves of tingling sensations through him, making him oblivious to his surroundings. All Yang Tianming
knew was that he hadn't released in days!

Yang Tianming half-straddled the woman, trapping his penis between her beautiful legs, pressed tightly against her
panties, and bent down to caress her breasts.

Her breasts quickly hardened. Even more unexpectedly, the woman
nestled . She even turned her head, opened her lips, and extended her tongue for a kiss.

Yang Tianming held the woman's delicate body, undulating with desire, kissing her fragrant neck. Looking at the woman's reasonably
pretty face, he was considering whether to exchange saliva when he suddenly noticed that her eyes were almost rolling back.
Her eyeballs were darting around, and the pupils, which should have been black, were flashing with red circles.

She was being controlled!

Yang Tianming's alert level spiked instantly, and Ding Ri slumped in shock.

Yang Tianming released the woman, but she continued to stumble and lean towards him. Yang Tianming hurriedly glanced around;
no one had noticed, so he had no choice but to push the woman towards the migrant worker. The woman collapsed
onto , and then, the two of them started kissing!

The migrant worker's utterly powerless state, and his erratic, red-circled eyes, gave Yang Tianming a sense of foreboding.
This was going to be terrible!

Rotten wood, maggots, decaying spirits. The strange phenomena flashed through Yang Tianming's mind. Looking at
the ventilation gaps in the connecting area, Yang Tianming sensed something eerie.

"These trains have at least a hundred people; it might not just be me who gets into trouble." With this thought in mind, Yang
Tianming quickly walked away to carriage number four, found an empty lower berth, covered himself with the blanket, even his head
, and pretended to be a passerby.

Yang Tianming was daydreaming in bed. He dreamt that a criminal organization was spreading crimes through the air, and the school was issuing an
organized . Students chatted and joked as they lazily packed their belongings.
When the homeroom teacher forcibly ordered everyone to evacuate, students who had just stepped out were driven back by machine gun fire, hiding under curtains and desks.
A criminal entered the classroom with a machine gun and opened fire. Yang Tianming lay on the floor to escape, and
while the criminal was talking to his accomplice with his back turned, he jumped out of the window. Yang Tianming walked along the outer wall to the next classroom, only to find that everyone
had been infected by the crime and had all surrendered. Helpless, Yang Tianming climbed upstairs, but
was discovered by four infected students and accidentally fell.

The feeling of freefall made Yang Tianming gasp and wake up.

Had he not reached the final stop yet? Yang Tianming patiently sensed the geomagnetic direction, trying to determine his distance from Shanhaiguan.

To his astonishment, the train, which hadn't turned, was heading straight north! "
What the hell? Isn't Shanhaiguan east of Badaling? Where are we going? " The announcement suddenly blared

: "Dear passengers, those with medical experience, please proceed to carriages six and seven immediately.
A passenger has fainted and needs your assistance. On behalf of the patient, I thank you. To reiterate..."
The infection had spread to carriage six.

A wave of unease washed over Yang Tianming.

Could it have spread here? Should he change seats—to a soft sleeper, to a VIP section? Who knew what might
appear at his bedside and devour him?

Yang Tianming threw back the covers and looked around. For now, no villains appeared. His anxiety subsided,
but then stirred again.

He was startled to see a huge, round, firm, sexy, and captivating buttocks. The
incredibly round buttocks seemed to be trying to attract and please Yang Tianming's lower body.

Next to him, on the lower bunk, slept a woman who looked like a Manchu. Holy crap! Big breasts, big buttocks. And
she was lying on her side without a blanket, her large buttocks, wrapped in jeans, facing him!

Her huge breasts remained erect even while lying flat. It was irresistible to want to bite them. The scent of her body and the beads of sweat
emanating , the steam from her breath condensing on her lips, made him want to lick them.

Fortunately, the woman's appearance was not to Yang Tianming's liking.

Yang Tianming reached out his devilish hand, quietly approaching the two muscles of her large buttocks. Just as he hesitated whether to grab them,
the train braked suddenly, and Yang Tianming grabbed her. Grabbing her was one thing, but when his hand touched those elastic
buttocks, he gripped them even harder.

Yang Tianming grabbed hard, then withdrew his hand in fright, afraid of being discovered. Strangely, the woman only turned over,
frowned slightly, and didn't wake up. The steam from her breath condensed on her upper lip, making her even more alluring. But a guy in the upper bunk
fell down due to the sudden braking and hit Yang Tianming.

Yang Tianming got up and left the chaotic scene. The woman rolled over again and fell to the ground, where she and the man who had fallen
from the upper bunk were kissing mouth-to-mouth.

Since there were no outsiders, Yang Tianming wasn't in a hurry to escape. He could clearly see that the two were vigorously
sucking on each other's mouths, as if trying to draw something from the other and store it away. Neither of them
seemed to be aware of this and hadn't woken up.

It seemed one of them would die, and the other would mutate. This was Yang Tianming's intuition.

Yang Tianming walked straight through the carriage and continued forward. Along the way, he heard passengers complaining.

Reaching the connection between carriages two and three, he saw the train conductor meeting with the police officers. Yang Tianming went around to
carriage two. Carriage one was for staff, carriage two was for VIPs, and carriage three was for soft sleepers. The train conductor
immediately ordered the hard sleeper carriages sealed off and the door to soft sleeper carriage three locked.

Yang Tianming found an empty berth and sat down. Upon seeing the train conductor and deputy conductor return to carriage number one, the conductor
erupted in a tirade : "How the hell was I supposed to know some quack doctor brought such dangerous items on board! He even claimed it was classified and
forbade inspection. No inspection?! Look at the mess now, it's a complete mess!"

The deputy conductor, trying to calm the conductor down, said, "I've seen Kunlun slaves before.
They can take down a pack of wolves single-handedly, but after the dog incident last year, things changed. This mummified corpse might
be..."

The conductor continued his tirade: "That idiot medic! His skills are inadequate, he didn't follow procedures for carrying classified
documents , he's just a clueless idiot who drinks tea and reads the newspaper! He's ruined my job, not only my rank, but I might even lose my life!" "

Lose his life?" Everyone in the carriage heard this.

They whispered amongst themselves, wondering what had happened.

The train conductor took the microphone from the announcer and spoke: "Dear passengers,
the train has been attacked by an unknown underground creature for some reason and has broken down. Please stay where you are,
lock your doors and windows, and take precautions. Await rescue. Please lock your doors and windows and await rescue.
Staff , please remain at your posts and maintain order."

After speaking, the conductor turned off the microphone and went straight into carriage number one. A moment later, the conductor
emerged fully armed and went to lock the door to carriage number two as well. Several train police officers guarded the door to carriage number two.

The conductor didn't use the microphone but addressed the passengers in carriage number two directly: "Dear esteemed guests, you are the most energetic people
in the empire , the most deserving of protection. My job security depends on you!"
The conductor loaded a bullet and pressed it against the door. "Don't worry, with me here, you'll be fine."

Yang Tianming breathed a sigh of relief, thankful he had entered early.

However, the situation outside the door of carriage number two gradually deteriorated.

An hour later. The water was gone.

Three hours later, the food was gone.

Even worse, some crazed, mutated passengers had thrown the other carriages into chaos.

A pretty female flight attendant wanted to enter a safer carriage, but no one was willing to open the door. She looked
so pitiful, so unwilling to die. But in the face of fear, reason prevailed over lust.
People ignored the two lines of crystal tears streaming down the flight attendant's alabaster face, letting
her be dragged away by the madmen, raped in front of them, her uniform and black stockings torn apart, drowned in countless filthy, ugly hands.

Carriages one and two were eerily quiet. The passengers here, who had paid high prices,
were mostly worldly-wise, calmly going about their business, enjoying most of the food and water. They knew that
normally the VIP seats were only one or two times more luxurious than the sleeper berths, but the extra five times the price was for
special services in case of emergencies. Not to mention those in carriages six and seven, even those in carriage three wouldn't understand the mystery behind this.

Yang Tianming sat on his bunk, gazing intently at the girl in the bunk opposite him.

She had just returned from her mother's bunk; she was slender and graceful, possessing a perfectly proportioned
figure —a perfect balance of weight, neither too much nor too little. The girl was strikingly beautiful, with a fair and captivatingly round
face, so delicate it seemed as if a gentle pinch could release its moisture. Her exquisite nose and ears, along with her perfectly proportioned
pearly white teeth and cherry lips, were all beautifully arranged on her face.

She sat upright in her seat, listening to music with headphones, and had opened a thick, large
book, "A History of Western Aesthetics," engrossed in reading it. Her long, flowing hair, unadorned features, and
pure, innocent beauty were captivating. The air in the bunk was filled with her delicate fragrance, a natural and youthful scent.

She was engrossed in her book, unaware that someone opposite her was admiring her.

Perhaps the air conditioning was a bit chilly, so she took out a soft pink long dress from her bag and put it on.
It accentuated her youthful and innocent appearance against her delicate skin. Her chest was high and full, her breasts pert and
proudly erect behind the dress.

After a while, her legs got tired, so the girl changed her position, crossing one leg over the other
. She would occasionally stretch out her leg and swing it up and down.

Perhaps she knew Yang Tianming was watching her. Perhaps she was subtly flirting with him.

Yang Tianming feigned gentlemanly conduct, avoiding direct eye contact with her face, pretending to be deep in thought, but secretly admiring her exposed
ankles and playful canvas shoes.

When the girl got tired of watching, she put her book on the table, glanced at Yang Tianming, and seeing him looking at her,
gave a polite smile before leaning on her bunk to play on her phone.

This smile was enough to completely disarm Yang Tianming.

He stood up, looking at the girl with her back to him. Her full, rounded breasts rose and
fell evenly with her breath, her slender waist like a bee's, and her alluring, upturned buttocks seemed to beckon him to possess her.
Especially her round, firm, high-perched, and gently swaying buttocks, so elastic and beautifully sexy,
were breathtaking . Yang Tianming carefully examined the girl's buttocks; they were peach-shaped, round and full
, taut and elastic, with a rounded, upturned curve, the deep cleft of her buttocks hidden beneath the blankets. But
the flight attendants pacing outside were incredibly annoying, preventing him from secretly molesting her.

"Could you close the door for me? It's so noisy outside," the girl said casually, pretending
to be engrossed in her phone.

What a strong hint! She was hinting at him!

Yang Tianming was overjoyed, his heart pounding with excitement. He didn't even dare utter an "oh," afraid his voice might
displease her and change her mind. Yang Tianming carefully and slowly closed the door, remaining silent.

He tiptoed up behind her, only two feet away. The girl's faint fragrance
wafted through the air , lingering in his nostrils. That alone was enough to make Yang Tianming forget the taste of meat for three months. The girl
gently smoothed her long, glossy black hair with her slender hands, touching her exquisitely beautiful face. Her fair, snow-white skin, tinged with a
rosy , exuded a delicate fragrance. Her smooth back, slender waist, and supple, full
breasts were languidly encased in a white, high-necked, ruffled top over a long, soft red dress, revealing glimpses of her
graceful curves, making her appear even more beautiful and demure.

Perhaps her arms were tired, the girl moved them slightly, letting out a soft "hmm." She even turned back and
smiled at Yang Tianming, a smile both innocent and playful.

This second smile was enough to shatter Yang Tianming's composure.

Recalling the past few days, Yang Tianming had been relentlessly ravished by succubi, or ravishing succubi, in an endless cycle
of mutual absorption. He was weary.

This girl's pure, lotus-like smile was like a gentle breeze to him. There was no seduction, no coquetry,
no affectation, no deliberate flirting. Everything was so natural, so effortless.

In a certain space-time outside the boundless Dharma Gate, the "water" in the "scales" truly began to pour into the "container."

Yang Tianming took a few steps back, leaned against the door, and slowly slumped down, collapsing to the ground.

Looking up at the girl from the ground, his gaze traveled from her undulating lower body to her flowing hair,
a sight. The glimpse of her fragrant neck hidden by her long hair sparked endless fantasies in Yang Tianming.

The girl was indeed tired; she turned over and leaned against the bedside table, naturally noticing
Yang Tianming sitting opposite her on the floor.

Looking directly at her, the girl appeared to be around 21 or 22 years old, an exceptionally beautiful student,
stunningly . Every part of her was like a finely sculpted work of art:
long, flowing, jet-black hair; dignified and elegant features; bright, captivating eyes; thin, warm lips adorned with a touch of light gloss;
pearly white teeth; and slender, delicate hands. Her fair skin had a soft, rosy glow, delicate and exuding a captivating
fragrance. She seemed to possess excellent manners and upbringing, yet deep down, she displayed an arrogant and domineering disdain for others.

The girl feigned an innocent expression, asking naively, "What's wrong?"

With that, she kicked off the blanket, revealing her graceful figure and slightly curled legs.

The length from her ankle to her knee was exactly twice the length of her foot! And the ratio of the distance from her thigh to her knee to the length of
her calf was extremely close to the golden ratio!

What beautiful long legs! Slender, shapely, and perfectly straight, those jade-like legs silently traced two lines before my eyes.
A gently sloping, alluring curve. Yang Tianming followed the graceful instep, his gaze traveling down to the ankle, calf,
and deep into the thigh.

The girl reached out, hooking her index finger, and said, "You, come here."

Yang Tianming was startled; there was no one else around. It must be him.

The girl blinked calmly, her alluring eyelashes seemingly drawing all attention.
She continued seriously, "It's you, come here." Her tone carried a hint of haughtiness and
arrogance.

The girl held her head high, her eyes sparkling. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a long chocolate bar,
half of it protruding, as she looked down at the weak Yang Tianming along her long, beautiful legs.

If he went forward, he'd probably be kicked away. This kind of girlish tactic, huh. Yang Tianming lowered
his head slightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "A moment of chaos in the mind, then urge on the horse to chase the restless heart."

The girl was stunned by this sudden remark, looking at the young man before her, utterly bewildered. Yang Tianming's
bangs made his eyes flicker and difficult to see clearly.

A soft "tap" sounded.

Very soft.

Many people couldn't hear it.

It was the sound of time. Or rather, it was the embedding of a higher-dimensional spacetime, causing a mapping displacement.

Time didn't move forward, but "tap" backward.

The speeding train "clicked," changing tracks. The mass energy of carriage number two exploded in an immeasurable
instant . A new timeline unfolded.

Yang Tianming had just carefully closed the door. The girl, looking at her phone, tired of holding it, started to move
her left hand .

Yang Tianming darted forward, his right foot stepping to the edge of the bed, his left knee on the bed, his right foot instantly stepping onto the inside of the bed,
his hands simultaneously bracing against the girl's back.

The distance was only two inches.

The girl, still innocently and romantically turning her head, wanted to see Yang Tianming.

Those innocent, watery eyes, just two inches away, saw "that thing."

The girl's smile remained unchanged. The turn of his head carried the scent of his skin and
the fragrance of shampoo from his hair, swirling and lingering in her nose.

Yang Tianming's excited, handsome, and slightly devilish appearance surprised and delighted the girl. After all,
every girl harbors a secret crush.

"That thing" was Yang Tianming's third eye on his forehead—the "Evil Eye." A large, upright eye
extended from his hairline to his brow, its dark eyelids seemingly swallowing up the surrounding space and time, giving the illusion of
a "three-inch-long eye.

" The excited girl, her face slightly flushed, blushed,
making her even more captivating than before. Driven by emotion, she gently
kissed the forehead next to "that thing," leaving a faint lipstick mark.

Yang Tianming tilted his head and kissed the girl's exposed neck.

The girl gasped, her eyes narrowing, and tilted her head back slightly,

looking completely blissful .

The girl extended her warm, smooth tongue, wanting to shamelessly attack Yang Tianming's cheeks and lips, but
lying on the bed with her back to him and her head raised made it inconvenient, leaving her at his mercy.

Upon touching this pure, snow-white skin, Yang Tianming's "youthful power" recovered at an astonishing speed. Lying on top of
a girl as beautiful as a celestial being, incomparably pure yet undeniably sexy, he enjoyed being immersed in her close
fragrance, kissing his way down to her earlobe. Yang Tianming's warm breath reached her
ear .

His hands remained relatively still on the bed, while his legs had already clamped around the girl's slender, tender legs. The skin-to-skin contact
continued expand, his third foot gently pressing against the girl's delicate buttocks, like a child returning to
the womb.

The girl's soft, fragrant body trembled slightly. Even through her jeans, he could feel a jolt of electricity,
his heart racing, a warm current coursing through his body, a feeling of pure bliss…

Yang Tianming's hand bent and lowered, reaching under the girl's armpit, gently cupping her fragrant shoulders and soft breasts from the inside
.

Yang Tianming was now completely on top of the girl, from behind. Even
lying still, the young woman exuded vibrant energy.

The girl, propped up on the bed, had her pair of lovely, white breasts prominently displayed, radiating youthful beauty
.

Her shapely buttocks were especially striking. Pressed tightly against her, Yang Tianming
felt an unparalleled softness, elasticity, and pleasure in his lower body.

Yang Tianming's hands encircled the girl's waist and chest, rhythmically caressing her supple
breasts hidden beneath her long, flowing dress, while burying his head in her hair, gently kissing the back of her neck. His lower body moved rhythmically
, back and forth, rubbing against the crease of her buttocks.

That round, firm, high-perched, gentle, and incredibly elastic buttocks were pressed and rubbed by Yang Tianming.
The youthful scent emanating from her body permeated Yang Tianming's very being. The gentle and elastic touch
traveled directly to Yang Tianming's brain through his penis, making his limbs go weak, his head pressed heavily against her back, and he kissed
her sexy, alluring back with all his might. The girl's delicate, snow-white skin on her back was already glistening with sweat from its sensitivity. Yang
Tianming licked it without restraint; the taste was sweet and refreshing, like a spring of water. Truly a girl in the prime of her youth!

The girl, understandingly, raised her round, sexy buttocks high, plump and round, so that Yang Tianming could taste them to his heart's content.
Those buttocks that could drive countless young men wild made Yang Tianming's desire burn throughout his entire body; except for one place that became rock hard,
the rest of his body was completely limp. The girl's body radiated youthful energy, deeply intoxicated by the pleasure of having her sexual
desire aroused by a young man.

Yang Tianming wasn't content with just exploring her rear. He gripped her tightly, rolled over, and switched
positions . He lay on the bed, letting the girl lie on top of him. The girl was already panting heavily, her face
flushed, her slender hands limply resting on Yang Tianming's shoulders. Yang Tianming's hands tightly embraced
the girl 's back and waist, and he sat up, pressing her full, firm breasts against his chest.
The girl cupped Yang Tianming's face in her hands, kissing him wildly and unrestrainedly. Her exquisitely beautiful face and
incredibly tender lips pressed against Yang Tianming's, beautiful, smooth, and fragrant—a current of happiness coursed through him.
Tianming felt a long-lost, unparalleled pleasure coursing through his body.

His right hand remained tightly around the girl's waist, while his left hand moved up and down, caressing her long, black hair,
then her thighs—arousing countless men's lust—and finally kneading her
round, firm, and elastic buttocks. His erection pressed against the girl
's vulva, ready to burst through.

"Bang—" A loud crash shook the carriage.

The young couple, caught in the act, shuddered.

"Bang—bang—" Gunshots rang out. Flashes of light appeared outside the window, and a cacophony of voices filled the air.

A rapid knocking came from the door: "Knock knock knock, knock knock knock."

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