It was a gloomy afternoon. The light in the room with the curtains was drawn was dim. The white dress was casually placed on the desk. The high heels that had been kicked off were beside the bed. The figure of a woman was half lying on the bed, with the quilt pulled up.

At the waist, the upper body is exposed, wearing a women's shirt with a butterfly round collar. The waist is tightened, and the slender waist is slim and tight. Even if she is lying lazily, she still shows a bit of intelligence.

the breath.

But at this moment, the boy sitting by the bed was also putting a hand into the quilt, causing a burst of movement.

The long skirt has been placed on the table, and the soft white underwear is being thrown casually on the inside of the bed. With the movements of the woman's legs in the quilt, as well as the comfortable breathing and occasional soft moans, the whole scene changes.

It was extremely ambiguous: the dimness, the bed, the beautiful woman, the hands of the young man moving in the quilt, and the lower body of the woman who seemed to be naked in the quilt. After a while, Jiaming took out his hand, and what he held in his hand was a pair of still clothes.

He turned around and threw the steaming white towel into the basin filled with hot water on the chair next to him. After washing it several times, he took the hot water to the bathroom and poured it out. Then he took out another basin, washed the towel again, and wrung it out.

.

"No more?" Jiaming asked.

"It should be gone."

"Then wash your face."

The hot towel covered Yahan's face, and after washing it, he wiped his neck downwards. Jiaming reached out and unbuttoned the women's shirt one by one, revealing Yahan's beautiful upper body, and wiped it with the hot towel.

"If I had known it would be untied, why would I have to fasten it..."

The woman's voice was soft and greasy, and she may not be without strength. But every time after experiencing such a violent storm, she couldn't think of a single finger in her body, her skin trembled slightly, and her body and soul were filled with satisfaction.

Everywhere, therefore, the cleaning work could only be done by Jiaming. The warm towel rubbed her skin heavily, she squinted her eyes slightly, and moved her head on the pillow a few times comfortably: "Well, Jiaming.

Did you do it on purpose?"

"What?" Jia Ming was lifting up both sides of her shirt and putting the towel on her back, feeling a little confused.

"I mean..." With a slightly trembling voice, Yahan lifted her chest and lower abdomen. The skin was tight, making it easier for Jiaming to wipe, "You always like to wipe the lower part first, and then

Then wash my face and upper body..." There was a playful smile on his lips, as if he had caught Jiaming's handle and was teasing him.

Jiaming curled his lips angrily, Jiaming's right hand was still stretched out behind his back, but the left hand placed on her waist was put back on her smooth and tight lower abdomen, and his fingers traced the skin. The room fell into silence. Two pairs of eyes.

Looking at each other with smiles, one side was threatening, but the other side probably showed an unyielding smile. She gently bit her lower lip with her white teeth. From the corner of her eye, Yahan nervously paid attention to Jiaming's left hand.

It slid down from her belly, and his fingers occasionally touched her skin.

He crossed the lower abdomen and navel, and then put his left hand between the quilts. The woman's body trembled slightly, and then the hand stretched between her legs suddenly tightened.

"Ah - surrendered -"

A low scream suddenly came out of Yahan's throat. Her legs tightened under the quilt, and her body suddenly curled up into a shrimp. She weakly turned inward. She smiled and begged for mercy: "I was wrong.

Brother Jiaming, I don’t dare anymore..."

"What did you do wrong?" Jiaming leaned over Yahan's face. He was holding her back with one hand and tightly covering her legs with one hand. Although Yahan already had a mature female body,

It looked like she was being held by him like a child. As she struggled symbolically, at close range, Yahan's eyes almost dripped with water.

"I...I was wrong, I shouldn't have told the truth, ah——"

After this cry, Yahan was gasping for breath and almost didn't dare to make a symbolic struggle anymore. Obviously, the new "threatening" action of Jiaming's hand that reached into the quilt had an effect. Yahan's hands

Although he was also stretched out under the quilt, he obviously had no ability or will to stop Jiaming. He tightened his neck, and Yahan's hands gently pulled the corners of Jiaming's clothes.

"I don't dare to do it anymore...don't do it to me, brother Jiaming, don't...um...do it..."

"Let's see...open your legs." The reason why he wanted Yahan so much before was because he was suffering from a headache. He also wanted to find something to distract himself. Now the headache has stopped, but

Looking at Yahan's deliberate provocation, but her body couldn't stand it at all, desire surged up almost uncontrollably. In this regard, Yahan's body is mature and sensitive, but compared to Lingjing and Shasha who are full of energy

As a young girl, her ability to endure this kind of thing is really weak. It is also because of this that women with a career as teachers are obviously more attractive at this time.

"You are not allowed to take advantage of this opportunity to act recklessly..." Yahan blushed and relaxed her legs. Jia Ming took his hand out and then slapped her buttocks. Yahan immediately pouted.

She stretched out her hand and punched him, but the punch was actually weaker than the massage. After wiping her body, Jia Ming buttoned up her top for her, then picked up the underwear on the inside of the bed, and put his hands into the quilt from behind.

When something happened, Yahan made a series of movements, and softly shouted: "Reverse!"

"Uh...you didn't tell me earlier..."

"How could I feel it if I didn't wear it... You did it on purpose!" She accused with a blushing face.

"You're so tall because you're a pervert, and you're not allowed to turn on the light, and you want me to help you put it on. If I hold it in my hand and look at it for a long time, you'll have to say I'm a pervert."

"Aren't you...ah - no, no, brother Jiaming

He just pulled down the inside-out underwear with both hands. Unexpectedly, Yahan was sensitive to this, so he shrank and protected the unprotected legs with his hands, and quickly surrendered. Jiaming smiled angrily: "Okay, you

Wear it yourself.”

"I don't want to move..."

"That's it."

"Okay, wait until Lingjing comes to you after school and lets her see me lying on your bed without any underwear. Let's see how you explain it to her... I'll just say that there is a pervert who has been tossing me all afternoon to get some strength out of me.

It’s all gone and then they threw me here. As for who it is... I don’t know. Don’t worry. I will definitely rather die than surrender, and I won’t say it’s you.”

"You...perverted pervert..."

There was another rustling in the quilt, and then Jia Ming picked up the skirt on the table and put it in from the quilt. When everything was sorted, he pulled the quilt for Yahan: "Okay, go to sleep."

"Um."

Flirting was all flirting, Yahan was tired after sex and had always been sleepy. At this time, she nodded obediently like a little girl and watched Jiaming carry the basin and walk into the bathroom again. Then she poured water.

The voice and Jiaming's singing, the music from the mourning hall outside, the sound of worship, and the noise of people gambling or chatting were also faintly heard. In the small space, plus the darkness behind the curtains, it was all that could be seen.

There are not many things. In fact, the whole room is not very big, but it is a bright room. The table and chairs, the books piled in the corner, the warm yellow electric light from the bathroom, and the thin quilt covering the body are all...

She felt extremely warm.

The feeling of satisfaction and warmth seemed to be soaked in the blood and flowed to every part of the body, bringing unimaginable peace and calm in the heart. It was the first time to do the most intimate things in Jiaming's room. It was the first time to really enjoy it.

The feeling of a bed that belonged to "him" - she had slept on Jiaming's bed before, and even had erotic dreams, but Jiaming didn't belong to her at that time. Naturally, it was different - it was as if the two of them were having sex.

They became a real couple. It felt like sleeping with him in her bedroom at home. To her, this had absolutely extraordinary meaning.

With her current familiarity with Jiaming, she naturally knows that Jiaming does not regard this place as a very important home. He, Lingjing and Shasha have a shared world, and they also have a small suite left by their parents as a secret base.

, but in any case, this simple room really carries his childhood. A young man who has such a close relationship with himself grew up in this room, although this is not the only thing that grew up with him.

There was only one house, but at this moment, she seemed to be able to feel the aura of Jiaming's existence, like a liquid, covering every part of her body meticulously.

"...Ah grape tree...Ah, climb up..." Humming softly, Jiaming shook off the water stains on his hands and walked out of the small bathroom. Seeing that her eyes were still looking over, he was stunned for a moment.

Stunned: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"Sleep." Yahan whispered, but had no intention of closing her eyes. Jiaming shrugged, sat at the desk and prepared to read comics, then turned to Yahan and said, "Did I open the window?"

"Don't open it, I can't sleep with the light." Yahan said.

"Oh well……"

"Just turn on the desk lamp. It doesn't matter if you turn on the desk lamp."

"Huh?" Jia Ming glanced at her and thought it would be the same if he turned on the desk lamp, but he didn't say anything after all. He turned on the small desk lamp on the table, and the warm yellow light poured down, lighting up some places centered on the desk.

. Yahan felt the light of the desk lamp. At this time, the room with the curtains was drawn had a night atmosphere. After the desk lamp was lit, it gave people the feeling of night coming. Yahan turned sideways and looked at the turning

The cartoonist Jia Ming only felt as if they were really in a room that belonged to them, a night that belonged to them. She was sleeping next to him, and he was turning on the bedside lamp and reading a book, waiting for the rest time to come.

Unconsciously, she felt her eyes were a little moist, and a tear slid down the corner of her eye in the shadow, but in her heart, she only felt warm and peaceful.

She has been with Jiaming for more than four months. No matter who she is in front of, she can frankly admit that this is the happiest time in her life. But unlike Lingjing and Shasha, she is an adult. Although she is at home

Ming always behaves immaturely in front of her, but she has received the most formal leadership courses. She can intervene in many things in school. Although she does not manage the family company, she can work with many Jianghai economic and political leaders who control billions of wealth at the same time.

She maintains contacts with people and uses her outstanding skills to attract sponsorship funds for Sacred Heart College. She is capable, responsible and responsible. As an adult, the most important thing is that she will inevitably consider the future.

So, what is her future, or their future?

She likes Jiaming, that's for sure. Even when it comes to love, she thinks it will be like this. When she was in the United States, she chose to ignore the future as if she was addicted to drugs and had a relationship with Jiaming. However, when the first

The impulse calmed down, but of course she would still remember that she had stolen Lingjing and Shasha's men. Most importantly, it was absolutely impossible for Jiaming to separate from those two girls. This was a certain thing.

She would think this way, and of course she had no intention of breaking them up. Even for Lingjing and Shasha, she had always felt a little guilty. In the past four months, she had not been able to spend any real time alone with Jiaming.

Not many, but if there is such an opportunity, she will even choose to call Lingjing and Shasha first, and the four of them will go out to play together. Only when the other two girls are free, will she feel at ease

Occupy Jiaming. However, when will this kind of thing end? Lingjing will grow up, Shasha will grow up, and Jiaming will grow up too. What about when he wants to choose a woman to get married? When they all also grow up.

Entering a complex society, is it possible for them to maintain such a relationship? What's more... what if Lingjing and Shasha find out...

The boundary between adults and children is nothing more than whether they will consider the future. A person who ignores the future can never be called mature. However, whenever such thoughts come to her involuntarily, she would rather just have simple innocence.

It is precisely because of this feeling of worrying about gains and losses that she cherishes every moment of happiness and satisfaction. It also makes her particularly sticky in front of Jia Ming. Like a child, she hungers for all intimacy. As long as she

With Jiaming, she can do anything that she felt ashamed of before. She calls him Jiaming brother. She deliberately goes against him, and then desperately begs for mercy when the punishment comes. Every time after intimacy, she may not

She really can't even move, but she would rather have Jiaming help her clean her lower body, help her bathe, help her get dressed, and even if she needs to go to the toilet before going to bed, she can let Jiaming hold her there and then

When he held her back again, she was like a baby, letting Jiaming do everything for her, almost greedily feeling the intimacy that even male and female friends may not have.

If this kind of mentality is a bit abnormal, she will admit it with confidence. Whenever she thinks about the possibility that the two of them will be separated in the future, she feels filled with fear and emptiness.

While reading the comics, Jia Ming glanced at her occasionally. In the past, if Yahan was tired from tossing, she would fall asleep just by touching the pillow. Today, she seemed even more tired. Why was her eyes still wandering around and refusing to close?
To be continued...