My Captain: Chapter 9

The afternoon in the square was ablaze with passionate dance music, and the people passing by were easily infected.

Yan An's blood was boiling because of this intense, wild, inseparable kiss.

Shan Yi: "Don't know how to kiss?"

Yan An looked at Shan Yi leaning against the pillar in a well-dressed shirt, the polo shirt was only unbuttoned this time, and the hand holding her chin was dry and calm.

It was his mouth that moved first, but instead it looked like she was throwing her arms around.

She pursed her lips and smiled, thinking of Ah Man's words, it really is the truth that has been practiced.

"I don't know how to kiss, there are many more, why don't you teach me?"

The hand around her waist was as hot as the scorching sun above her head, but the other party let go of her calmly and calmly, as if the man who wanted to swallow her raw like a beast just now Not this one.

When Yan An looked at Shan Yi again, the storm in the eyes of the other party had returned to calm, he picked up the corner of her mouth, and licked the corner of her lips extremely sexy, Yan An couldn't help but be distracted Swallowed.

Shan Yi stood up straight and looked at the woman who repeatedly broke into his sight: "Think beautifully."

Yan An looked at the other party and turned away again, but she smiled brightly, this man was obviously very interested in her.

The desire to strip off his cool and cool coat occupied every drop of her blood.

She caught up with the back in three steps, and the swaying red skirt swayed like wine in a glass.

Summer in Spain, great youth, should be used to splurge.

Shan Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan An who was catching up to grab his hand, but the other party didn't even look at him, the collarbone-length earrings fluttered triumphantly, while the owner of the earrings Tai If he naturally changed his hand from grasping to holding, the other finger pointed to one place: "I haven't got my luggage yet."

Shan Yi let her pull him over, and then lifted her solitary duffel bag upside down, fluttering, just like the clothes she wore every time.

Yan An almost grinned to her ears: "I didn't do any strategy, you take me?"

Shan Yi: "My itinerary is too big for you."

Yan An raised her chin with a smile, you already gave me a bag, what else do you say is suitable or not? This duplicitous man.

"Can it be bigger than nude?"

"What is nudity?"

Yan An is a good guy in her heart, and the monkey said anxiously: "Then go! Which direction? Let me broaden my narrow vision."

Shan Yi was noncommittal, letting his arm be firmly attached: "As long as you don't cry and beg me to take you away."

Two tall and handsome people walking on the street, one with a bright smile like a group of fire, the other with a calm and cold like a deep sea, their bodies are full of wanton and comfortable elegant temperament, a very wonderful combination, but unexpectedly Appeared like a magazine model.

Beside the Guadalquivir River, the bullring in Seville, Spain.

Spain is the birthplace of bullfighting. This bullring, which took 120 years to build, was crowded at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Shan Yi asked her, "Would you like to sit on the positive side or the negative side?"

Yan An chose the sunny side almost without thinking. It is very simple. She likes the sun here. Why choose the dark side where there is sunshine?

The bullring, which can accommodate more than 10,000 spectators, is full of seats. Yan An and Shan Yi sit in it, as small as ants.

Like the cow on the field.

The matador has entered the field, wearing a red cloak and holding a red long cloth, the black bull was swayed and made wild.

Yan An looked fresh. When the bull sprinted close to the matador again and again and was dodged sideways, she followed the field and cheered.

Fighting scenes are easy to arouse blood for men, so is Shan Yi, but he is different from many people present, he will not let this kind of emotional expansion.

He can indulge, and he is good at restraint, he is always rational.

The cheers in the arena gradually increased, and the opening play of amusing children on the field has ended.

The spearmen on horseback and armor immediately punctured the bull's veins with great ferocity, blood splashed on the yellow sand, leaving a series of shocking marks, the bull was mad with shame, and the matador Swing the sword in the face and complete his beautiful first round of assassination.

Bullfighting has its own rules.

The bull does not die after three rounds, the bullfighter will be expelled from the bullring forever, so there is no mercy on the bullring.

The audience burst into cheers, but the people beside them were silent.

She silently buried her head in the bull's arms as the matador fully inserted the six barbed spears into the bull's back and neck.

The final assassination stage was the highest tide of the entire bullfight, and Shan Yi put his hand on Yan An's head and withdrew from the **** bullring.

Shan Yi: "I forewarned that this is not an itinerary for you."

How could Yan An expect that the scale he said was this scale, she asked him: "Will that cow die in the end?"

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Shan Yi does not judge the quality of this sport, but he respects the history and culture of each country.

Shan Yi: "Maybe not, let's see how it is created."

Yan An nodded, she is not a merciful person, she is just a layman who eats meat and drinks, but inevitably, she still feels cruel to this unnecessary predator, she exhaled: "I want a drink."

Shan Yi raised his eyebrows.

Yan An is pitiful: "Pressure and panic."

Yan An followed Shan Yi into a tavern, saying that it was a tavern, it was really small, there were not many tables, but it was full.

The two sat down at a small table at the far side, Yan An was still looking around, the waiter came over and asked them what wine they wanted.

Shan Yi let go and gave her the right to order wine.

Yan An: "Then let's be strong!"

Shan Yi watched Yan An discuss with the waiter which wine is the strongest, and he had no opinion during the whole process.

The wine was served quickly, the color of dark amber, like the lights here, ambiguous enough.

Yan An: "What's the mystery of this tavern?"

This tavern is far away from the bullring. The price of a taxi is astonishing, but Shan Yi seems to have a clear goal. The two went straight to this store.

But there are many taverns on the way after the two got off the bus, with big facades and petty bourgeoisie decorations, but none of them are as lively as this old and small one.

The two were sitting in a remote place, and the lights were dim. Shan Yi watched Yan An leaning over the table to talk to him. The piece of ice and jade below his shoulders was hidden in the darkness, and it was close to him. The skirt around her feet looked crimson red at the moment, and the strange red on the other's face and lips was particularly eye-catching.

Shan Yi did not speak.

He felt that his vacation was a little too long. As for what he had passed, he did not go into detail, but he was hesitating, hesitating whether to let his impulse go.

The woman in front of him knows nothing except her name, and he has a strong desire to find out, but he wants to see again, where she can make his bottom line of restraint go .

It's easy for him to indulge, but it's not necessary if she doesn't have to.

It's boring to be greedy for a while.

Yan An, who was not spoken to, looked at Shan Yi who had turned her head to look elsewhere, she held her cheeks and smiled.

Is the stubborn, arrogant and pretentious heart, as she imagined, that she can't put it down.

The minute hand moved forward less than half a circle, and Yan An knew the answer to the question she just asked.

On the stage in the middle of the pub, a flamenco of a man and a woman is bold and sexy.

The dancers on the stage are a pair of older men and women. When the dance is endowed with experience and vicissitudes, the emotional impact is strong and contagious.

The flamenco dance music and dance are so passionate, this fire quietly ignites the adult men and women in the tavern, and no one is spared.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening when Yan An and Shan Yi walked out of the tavern.

Shan Yi asked her where the hotel was.

Yan An said no, she did not book a hotel and asked him what to do.

Shan Yi smiled, took out her mobile phone and booked a room for her on the spot, Yan Anba snorted, such a gentleman: "Thank you."

The hotel Shan Yi booked for her is the same as his, purely for convenience, lest he run around the city late at night just to send a drunk.

He personally sent her to the door of the other party, opened the door for her, and then pushed her with his hand before the other party turned to move on him, and sent her in the door. The other party's dumbfounded expression raised the corners of his mouth: "You can open the house for you, you can sell yourself, but there is no way."

Yan An stayed behind the door:?

Shan Yi came out of the bathroom and rinsed off the smell of alcohol and a trace of flames in the tavern.

He casually draped a bath towel and walked to the window. He was about to close the curtains, but his vision stopped.

The downstairs of the room is facing a large swimming pool. The swimming pool is calm in the middle of the night, but there is a person lying quietly on a sun lounger by the pool.

The pure and white bikini sticks to the slightly red skin like a prairie.