Wet lips slid over Zhang Xueqing's earlobe, and his teeth gnawed at her ear bones. A breathy sound drifted into her ears, stimulating her eardrums.
The man suddenly stopped all his movements, stretched his arms on both sides of Zhang Xueqing, and opened the distance between the two.
He didn't say anything, just stared at her.
Using the mirror, Zhang Xueqing knew what she looked like at this moment. She slowly opened her eyes and met the man's bottomless eyes.
"say."
Meng Fansen spoke, his voice was hoarse and suppressed.
"Yeah." Zhang Xueqing endured the discomfort and made a muffled sound.
"Open your mouth and say it!"
Meng Fansen refused to give up.
Zhang Xueqing glared at her fiercely, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, threatening to fall.
Meng Fansen's heart felt as if it had been crushed by something, and it was so soft that it was completely soft.
But he still didn't lower himself.
After waiting for a moment, Zhang Xueqing raised her arm, put it around the man's neck, and pulled the man down with force. She also followed his example, breathed hot breath into Meng Fansen's ear, and whispered, "Give it to me."
This time, Meng Fansen didn't hesitate anymore, and like a savage beast, he directly stripped off the person underneath him.
…
Night had come quietly. Zhang Xueqing shook her arms, unable to lift them up.
"woke up?"
"Um."
"Comfortable?"
…
It's so comfortable. What's your reply? Zhang Xueqing couldn't help but complain in her heart.
"If you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you over to take a bath. Will it make you feel better?"
Zhang Xueqing:......
"I'm so hungry. I was afraid of fainting in the bathroom. I didn't eat anything in the morning just to wait for you." Zhang Xueqing complained.
As if to prove it to her, her stomach growled in time.
Meng Fansen pulled back the quilt and got out of bed.
Only then did Zhang Xueqing see his whole face, she couldn't help but blush, and turned her head away before the man looked at her.
"You can watch it openly, after all, this is your benefit, exclusive."
Zhang Xueqing: Has this person had his core changed? Why hadn't I noticed before that he would be so flirtatious?
She exhaled angrily and used all her strength to cover her head with the quilt. She was too thick-skinned, and she couldn't compete with him.
A burst of low laughter went from near to far, then disappeared little by little.
This wasn't the first time Zhang Xueqing had eaten Meng Fansen's cooking, but today she felt it was particularly different, so she served a second bowl of rice without any control.
"My stomach will hurt soon." Meng Fansen couldn't help but remind him.
Before Zhang Xueqing could speak, she murmured to herself, "Eat what you want. If you can't, I'll take you to do some exercise."
Zhang Xueqing: Can this meal still be eaten?
I ignored him, pretended not to hear anything, and continued to cook.
"You have indigestion because you exercise too little. Proper exercise is still necessary."
I have a saying that I don’t know if I should say it or not. Zhang Xueqing put down the bowl and chopsticks and couldn’t eat at all.
"Don't want to eat?"
Seeing her put down the dishes, the man asked again.
"Eat it yourself!"
Then, Zhang Xueqing saw Meng Fansen skillfully bring more than half of her rice bowl in front of him, finishing it in several bites at lightning speed.
I couldn't help it, and silently gave her a thumbs up in my heart.
The two of them cuddled up on the sofa and watched Journey to the West together. Zhang Xueqing was watching and dubbing while Meng Fansen was looking at her with a crooked mouth.
At the end of one episode, Zhang Xueqing was still not satisfied, so she clicked on the next episode. When the opening song was played, Zhang Xueqing remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something important.
"What happened to the pig killing yesterday?"
With Zhang Xueqing's unreasonable words, Meng Fansen immediately followed her pace and explained the causes and consequences of yesterday.
It turns out that the pigs you raise cannot be slaughtered casually. You must have a safety permit, a slaughter certificate, and various rooms necessary for killing pigs.
Meng Fansen made a temporary decision just to save money, but he didn't expect it would cause so much trouble.
"Then what happened?" Zhang Xueqing looked at Meng Fansen anxiously, wondering if she had to lose most of her family fortune because of this.
"Either get a license and build a slaughterhouse according to the procedures, or send the slaughter to another place." Meng Fansen wrote lightly.
Seeing her look like this, Zhang Xueqing became even more anxious.
"No, I mean you weren't punished?"
Meng Fansen looked at the person next to him, raised his arms, held the person in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said softly, "I called you so many times yesterday, where have you been?"
The soft touch on the top of her head was still there, and Zhang Xueqing couldn't help but think of what happened during the day. After all, it was her first time, and she couldn't help but think about it in her heart.
His tone also changed, "Old Ban is sick. I went to his home to visit him."
This answer was beyond Meng Fansen's expectation. He thought she had gone to Pang Manyun's house and saw a car in the town picking her up in the morning.
Zhang Xueqing didn't want to mention Lao Ban's illness, so she pulled Meng Fansen over and said, "Let's begin. You will play the role of Sun Wukong, and I will play the role of the others."
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, they tacitly agreed not to mention it again. The two of them played a dubbing game in front of the projected video.
The time the two of them spent together seemed to fly by. Meng Fansen did not go back home anymore and moved directly into Zhang Xueqing's small courtyard, living a life without shame.
The two people who had just arrived together were inseparable. Even if Zhang Xueqing wanted to drink water, Meng Fansen would have to hold him and pour it out.
Soon, Zhang Xueqing couldn't stand it anymore.
"Meng Fansen, that's enough. If you stay like this, go back to live above." Ever since the two of them slept together, Zhang Xueqing had barely used her feet to walk. Even when she went to the toilet, she was placed directly on the toilet. If she was reacting Slow down, you can even take off her pants directly.
Meng Fansen chuckled and said without any threat, "I just want to be next to you, I don't want to be separated from you."
Such disgusting words, coupled with his tall stature, it seems inconsistent.
"Have you ever been like this with Xinxin's mother before? Didn't she find you annoying?" Zhang Xueqing washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom, asking curiously as she walked.
With the attributes of this man's turtle hair, he probably has a lot to do.
Meng Fan blocked the bathroom door. Zhang Xueqing took a step to the left, and he also moved a step to the left. Zhang Xueqing moved to the right, and he followed suit. After a few times, Zhang Xueqing's patience ran out and she became completely angry, "What are you going to do?"
"There is no other woman." Meng Fansen's voice was serious, his eyes staring at Zhang Xueqing, making her feel a little bit of pressure.
"What?"
Zhang Xueqing didn't react, but the person opposite didn't look like he was joking, so she asked patiently again.
Unexpectedly, Meng Fansen raised his hands and fixed them on Zhang Xueqing's shoulders. He slightly arched his body, keeping his eyes parallel to hers, and repeated each word again,
"I haven't been to another woman!"
