Maldives night together

In Neverland, we also participated in the cocktail lounge, the scene with singers, the dance floor with fine sand, open-air seating is located in the seaside of the fence, the fence under the spotlight as it tumbles to our white foam. Wine sound hot dance, we, as the island's only a group of Chinese people playing better than foreigners also crazy, I didn't think our tour members are able to play, Sven quiet Chan Sang Chan too was the oldest of the dance floor, can think that love is. Dancer is a local, danced and skilled dance, sometimes invited us for a bit as his partner. Dancing to the hot sweat-stained, sit down to rest, bartender with milk for a glass of cocktail, gestured we try. I heart itch, but afraid of unknowingly drunk drunk off is in trouble. I looked at the cabin next to the search for partners. Cheng's face was red through seated next to him, is his gravest wife, smiled and said to me that Mr. drink on his. I look at Chan Sang, Chan Sang together, try it out, sign, and I, Cheng-sheng, Chan Sang together the wine into three. I'm still fine products at the cup of milk-white liquid, turned around and saw that the blush red range health already went straight to the bartender there and took a glass back. I laugh at reverse return too said: "he is drunk, just only dare to drink a third and now own run for a whole Cup!" and "no, no, he is pure milk Cup, no dollar wine" really going to fool people encountered a group of! from Venice tourist, see our fun, invited us to join them in camps, but requires us to perform a song. Tour members are head, sing what is someone can understand, we can sing, I smirked, "English birthday song, sing, they know will listen!" and caused the deputation of comedy. I do not know which party should suddenly hit: "singing" I am with you on the Olympic theme song! "is really a good idea. At this point, the Venice visitors ask our nationality, "Oh! China!” The other surprise speech aroused our national pride! our shoulders to shoulders and became a circle, to the mouth-meter wind sketches together. In this night cocktail party, I also did something for the first time in their life people do — pumping smoke. Not that we it big bamboo tube of hookah is very exquisite metal tube attached to a pipe, the question should be in the nozzle to my package on one-time tinfoil, I put in the mouth, sucking a mouth, looked up, how did not smoke come out of. No, a mouth, finding the feeling, this time smoke come out from the nostrils, mouth haunts faint like flowers, like the taste of fruit flavor. I jerked tongue, meet with schematic waiters take, tried is sufficient! night, near the seaside location sat down and watched by candlelight while not intoxicate triazolam, snow white cocktail, Moon far away of the sea was yinguang. strewn And some were said to snorkeling, side look at the photo shoot down, agreed to a certain part of the essence, haunted that each record has a beautiful omission.