Later in the night, the bedroom door slowly opened, and a dark figure walked in.
I can't see the face clearly, but judging from the figure and hairstyle, it seems to be Dr. Song.
I immediately sat up from the bed and shouted vigilantly: "Dr. Song, what are you doing up at midnight?"
Dr. Song immediately "shushed".
She was wearing slippers and loose pajamas, her hair was spread naturally, and I could smell the scent of perfume from two meters away.
"Xiao Xiang, Brother Kong drank too much and just went to bed."
She came over and sat on the edge of the bed, and I immediately moved to the right.
"What are you afraid of? I don't know how to eat people."
She lay on the bed and looked at me. Since the light was not turned on, the light was very dark, but I could see the curve of her entire waist under her pajamas.
If I can't figure out the other party's purpose, then I'll be a complete fucking fool.
I swallowed, pointed to the next door and whispered: "Sister-in-law, it's not good for you to be like this. Brother Kong is here."
"He drank too much and fell asleep on the bed."
Dr. Song reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. Only then did I see clearly that she was wearing big-hole socks with small black edges under her knees.
White, white, white.
I hadn't noticed before that Dr. Song's skin was as white as snow.
If compared with her legs, my legs are as dark as walking at night with sunglasses on.
Dr. Song suddenly put her right hand on my knee and said, "Xiaoxiang, let me ask you a question. How do you say itchy in Northeastern dialect?"
I blurted out: "Tickling!"
She smiled and said: "Yes! It's just pricking! My sister-in-law is very prickly and scratchy right now. Can you please trim me properly?"
I quickly raised my neck, as if I had a nosebleed.
Dr. Song handed over two pieces of paper. She stretched out her hand to wipe it for me, but I refused.
It was unimaginable that such explicit words would come from the mouth of a gentle and intellectual woman like Dr. Song, which I couldn't accept for a while.
The conditions on the island are poor, and the lack of water recently caused me to get very angry. I quickly stuffed my nostrils with toilet paper, pointed at her and said, "Sister-in-law, you are leading me to commit a crime."
Dr. Song's eyes were no longer gentle and virtuous, but full of boldness and provocation. She said lightly: "Young people should be motivated and do whatever they want. Don't think too much. This bed of mine has been used by more than just people." You are a man."
At this moment, if it were an ordinary young person, I am afraid that he would have been pressed down like a hungry tiger!
But I am different. I have gone through various experiences, and I know that when everything goes wrong, there must be a monster!
Not to mention she is still wearing pajamas, even if she is naked and spreads her legs, I will not be fooled. This is called "concentration."
Think about it, if I lose my composure and take off my clothes and have sex with her, what will I do if her husband suddenly rushes in and takes pictures? Then I will have a big advantage in the other party's hands!
Next, Dr. Song almost rubbed against my body, and there was a soft touch under the gauze pajamas.
She wanted to use this trick to arouse my anger.
I leaned back on the pillow, closed my eyes, didn't say anything, didn't chase her away, and just let her do whatever she wanted.
I have learned a method of quenching desire in Buddhism called "White Bone Impure Contemplation". At this moment, I have visualized Dr. Song as a moving white bone in my mind. No matter how she moves her hands on me, it has no effect.
More than ten minutes later, Dr. Song's face turned red, and she punched the quilt in anger.
At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly kicked open with a bang!
