For Chen Yafang, she couldn't find any feeling of love from her ex-husband Li Zhonggang. This time she was the real love with Lu Xin. The taste of first love. Even if she just had a light kiss, she felt as sweet as honey.

The two of them had their eyebrows and their eyes conveyed their feelings, and their love lingers on their lips, touching them gently, and a faint happiness that could be touched. Chen Yafang closed her eyes and felt the happiness that was hard to come by and as if it was gifted by God.

The shallow kiss lasted too long, and Chen Yafang was a little dissatisfied. She secretly opened her eyes and saw Lu Xin looking at her plain and beautiful face affectionately. She suddenly felt shy that only a little girl could have. The blush on her face became more obvious. She closed her eyes shyly, but gently opened her cherry mouth and sucked Lu Xin's mouth into her mouth.

Lu Xin was at a loss and was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Yafang would always be so proactive and so relaxed.

Chen Yafang felt that Lu Xin's originally stiff body began to become soft, but the hug was a little tightened. It was the hug of a man and a woman who were in love with her first love and wanted to integrate each other into her body. Chen Yafang felt a little suffocated, and this suffocation brought her stronger pleasure.

Chen Yafang lived for thirty-five years and started reading Qiong Yao's love novels at the age of fifteen. For twenty years, she has been looking forward to kissing someone she loves so passionately every night. For twenty years, the boy who pursued her and men could form a reinforcement group, but no one allowed her to feel that way. Only Lu Xin, this boy who was thirteen years younger than him, made him urge to kiss him, and the more he kissed, the more he wanted to kiss him.

If it were other boys, they might not have fallen in love with a woman like Chen Yafang who is divorced and teenager, no matter how beautiful she is, but Lu Xin is different. It is estimated that Chen Yafang is a little worse than her appearance, and Lu Xin may still fall in love with her, because Chen Yafang is a mature and beautiful woman with extremely maternal love. Lu Xin looks pretty and tender on the outside, but is even more young on the inside. She is a child who has not grown up and a tragic child who has never experienced maternal love. He desires maternal care more than care for girls of the same age.

Lu Xin himself couldn't figure out his inner needs, so he was confused and confused about courting and comforting him. But one day, he would find out how much impact the lack of maternal love in childhood would have on his life, so that many of the women he came into contact with were older than him. Some were even much older, and some were peers, and only half were younger than him. This was completely different from ordinary men. Most men tended to like young girls under the age of 20 or even loli from the age of 20.

Lu Xin could feel the unconcealed love when Chen Yafang was kissing him and stroking him. It was not a simple love. It was not a casual love, it was not a love that was revealed on the corners of her mouth, but a love from the heart. It was a love that wanted to love him to the bone. If she was like many women who had a simple superficial love, she could check in the room. She would not have grown to thirty-five years old, and she had never had a decent love. Her misfortune was a failed marriage.

Chen Yafang hugged Lu Xin tightly, like holding a treasure. She caressed him enthusiastically, like stroking a treasure, for fear that if she was not careful, the treasure would disappear or break and be broken.

"You won't leave me, right?" Chen Yafang murmured in Lu Xin's ear. She didn't ask you directly whether you love me, but asked for a promise that lasts longer than love.

"If you don't leave me, I won't leave you." Lu Xin's promise will always be true, because he will never be a bastard who is bored with the new and tired of the old, and will not take the initiative to leave a woman, but his self-control and loyalty are very low. He is very likely to fall in love with other women at the same time. If Chen Yafang cannot accept this, they will have to separate, but Lu Xin does not need to make it so clearly now.

Lu Xin unintentionally resisted Chen Yafang's attraction to him. If he looked charming and had a big breast and fat buttocks, Lu Xin might not have any appetite. The most rare thing is that Chen Yafang has a dignified and beautiful face, but her figure is so hot, just like a steamed pork covered with rice noodles, which makes people feel particularly appetizing.

Chen Yafang felt that Lu Xin's hand was really a magic clutch, a palm containing magic power... She smelled soft and leaned on Lu Xin, tilted her picturesque face, and her beautiful big eyes were watery: "I want me!"

Lu Xin put Chen Yafang flat on the bed. Just when he was about to do something, he suddenly heard Chen Lu's door creaking and opened.

Chen Lu woke up by urine and walked to the bathroom in a daze and squatted on the toilet.

She got up and picked up a tissue, wiped the water stains below, and touched it with her hands..., and inexplicably impulsively surged into her heart. She remembered the ultimate happiness of being a blank head a few hours ago by Brother Sanjin, who had touched her head a few hours ago, and she couldn't help but walk towards Lu Xin's bedroom.

Chen Lu held the door handle in her hand and twisted it gently, and the door opened. She was delighted that Brother Sanjin did not lock the door, just to wait for me to come.

Chen Yafang was so scared that she was scattered. If her daughter saw her lying on the bed of her sweetheart, her daughter would definitely have cut off her mother-daughter relationship with her. What should she do?

Lu Xin pointed to the wardrobe and signaled Chen Yafang to hide in quickly.

Chen Yafang had no choice but to quickly get up from the bed, open the wardrobe door and hide in.

Chen Lu just walked into the room and saw a dark look in front of her, and she didn't see her mother's movements.

Lu Xin had been intimate with Shen Yafang in this dark room for a long time and had been accustomed to the light. He glanced at Chen Yafang's red slippers still beside the bed. At this time, Chen Lu thought the room was too dark and had reached out to touch the switch of the light.

Lu Xin was shocked. If the lights were on, Chen Lu could see her mother's slippers at a glance, and it would be difficult to explain clearly at that time. Perhaps Chen Lu was suspicious and opened the wardrobe. When she saw her mother's face full of spring, she would be in a panic.

He quickly shouted in a low voice: "Lulu, don't turn on the lights. If your mother finds out, you will be in trouble if you are still in my room so late!"

Chen Lu thought about it, so she quickly retracted her hand, touched the black, and walked towards Lu Xin's bed.

Lu Xin quickly kicked Chen Yafang's slippers under the bed with his feet. The danger was lifted, and Chen Yafang in the wardrobe breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yafang looked helplessly as her precious daughter pounced on her sweetheart's arms.

Chen Yafang and Lu Xin had already adapted to the light in the room. She could see Lu Xin's face, and Lu Xin made a helpless expression at her.
Chapter completed!