Chapter 021 The ambiguity that started without knowing why (4)
Human saliva has anti-toxic and anti-inflammatory effects in one's own mouth, but when a man's and a woman's mouth and tongue are mixed together, it has the effect of arousing sexual desire, and the more they kiss and exchange, the more turbulent it becomes, and it is difficult to contain it. Therefore, saliva is very scary and effective.
an aphrodisiac.
The two kept kissing, with one hand of Zhao Pufang always holding Song Xiu'e's slender waist, while the other hand was like an active fish, swimming from her buttocks to her waist, to her back, and then to her chest.
, grabbed it gently, then reached under her clothes and held her breasts. Song Xiu'e's whole body hung on Zhao Pufang's body. Her whole body was excited and trembling, like a balloon about to be inflated and exploded.
No one paid attention to what the song was about. Finally, a weak light lit up in a corner of the ballroom, and the people who were tightly glued together quickly let go of the person they were holding.
Zhao Pufang almost held Song Xiu'e in his arms. After walking a few steps, Song Xiu'e completely woke up from the intoxication just now. She still held Zhao Pufang with one hand and followed him to the edge of the dance floor.
Then she realized that the two of them had been at the entrance of the dance hall, so she took a deep breath.
At this time, the lights came on, and Song Xiu'e arranged her hair. She saw Zhao Pufang's eyes and followed him out of the ballroom. Of course, she could no longer stay here.
It's a little cold outside now, and it looks like it's going to rain.
The two of them came to the roadside and hailed a taxi. Zhao Pufang originally wanted to sit in the front passenger seat, but he felt that he shouldn't be too obvious, so he thought to himself: Why be too pretentious? This is called trying to cover up.
As for Mi Zhang, he got into the back seat of the car and said, "Numaoguang Hotel." The raindrops outside were already flowing down the glass window.
Song Xiu'e and Zhao Pufang were silent along the way, and they could only hear the splashing sound of the car wading through the water on the road.
When they arrived at the Maoguang Hotel, Zhao Pufang paid for the car. Before Song Xiu'e could recover, Zhao Pufang had already got out of the car, ran to her side, and opened the door. Song Xiu'e looked at Zhao Pufang's face covered with rain, but she saw him taking off his coat.
Put it on yourself.
The two hurriedly ran to the hotel. Zhao Pufang said: "The design of this hotel is unreasonable. Why can't the car park in front of the hotel? Isn't this intentional to let people get wet?"
Song Xiu'e smiled and said nothing. The two of them walked through the hall and were silent as they went up the corridor.
After arriving at the door of the room, when the waiter opened the door, Song Xiu'e stood in front of the door and hesitated for a moment. When she saw Zhao Pufang slowly walking towards his room, she entered the room.
Song Xiu'e leaned against the wall inside the room and felt the coldness of the wall. She used this coolness to suppress the heat in her heart. She took a deep breath and heard Zhao Pufang's footsteps entering the next room, so she opened the door lightly.
Turn off gently.
With a soft click of the lock, Song Xiu'e closed her eyes and paused for a few seconds. She entered the bathroom, put a basin of cold water in, and dipped her face into it...
Zhao Pufang knew that there was a tradition of dancing in the dance hall, but he forgot about it tonight. Moreover, he did not expect that the dark dance in the dance hall of Maoguang County tonight would be so long, that everything would happen, but what?
It doesn't seem to have happened.
He heard the door closing in Song Xiu'e's room, so he closed the door, took off all his clothes, and started running water to take a bath.
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Hearing two knocks on the door, Zhao Pu put away his manuscript paper and black leather notebook. He felt that practicing calligraphy was the same as stealing money. The more you practice, the more familiar you will become.
Opening the door, Song Xiu'e, who had eyebrows and red lips, was standing outside. She was holding Zhao Pufang's coat in her hand. She glanced at the man wearing a shirt with only two buttons buttoned, lowered her head and said, "I forgot to give you back your clothes just now."
Already..."
Before she finished speaking, several voices came from the corridor in the distance. Song Xiu'e quickly glanced at Zhao Pufang. One of them turned sideways, and the other ducked into the room.
After closing the door, Song Xiu'e didn't know where to put Zhao Pufang's top. She murmured: "This is wet with rain... It's not good to return it to you tomorrow..."
Zhao Pufang kept looking at the beautiful woman in front of him. To be honest, he had the idea of stripping off an intellectual woman like Song Xiu'e and letting her wreak havoc on the bed. But that was in the past. Now his identity limits this kind of thinking. He has no choice but to strip her naked and wreak havoc on the bed.
Without thinking too much, the ambiguity in the ballroom was caused by the specific environment at that time, so he didn't have any illusions now, but he was not an ascetic. He wanted to know whether the married man in front of him came to deliver clothes, or whether
There were other purposes, but when he looked at Song Xiu'e's round and undulating shoulders, he knew that it was not impossible for the two of them to take a step further.
"Give it to me." Zhao Pufang said and was about to take the clothes from Song Xiu'e's hand, but he only held a corner of the clothes, but Song Xiu'e was very cautious at this moment, so she only held a corner of the clothes, so
With a tug, the clothes fell to the carpet in the room. They both bent down to pick them up at the same time, and their heads hit each other with a "bang".
"Ouch".
Song Xiu'e raised her hand and rubbed her forehead and stood up, while Zhao Pufang picked up his clothes and stood up slowly. The two looked at each other, and finally couldn't help but laughed.
Song Xiu'e was wearing a tight vest and a formal jacket. She said, "It's raining heavily outside."
"Well, it's raining heavily," Zhao Pufang said.
"This season is very rainy."
"Yeah, it's rainy."
"Actually, more rain is a good thing."
"Yes, it's a good thing."
"Good things can turn into bad things, too much rain can lead to disaster."
"What you said makes sense."
"What are you... studying?"
Song Xiu'e looked at Zhao Pufang's desk and asked, "Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"
Zhao Pufang was moved in his heart and asked: "Director Song, is there anyone you know who knows music? I mean, for example, playing the piano or something."
"You want to learn?"
Zhao Pufang said: "Well, I am idle anyway. I..." Zhao Pufang curled his lips and said: "I'm not too busy anyway. I just want to enrich myself when I have nothing to do."
"Yes, we don't have too many things going on in Wenshui... I have a classmate whose sister teaches piano in a high school in the county. How about I ask you later?"
"Thank you very much..." Zhao Pufang weighed his clothes and said, "Please... please sit down."
Song Xiu'e shook her head, holding her hands in front of her and intertwining her fingers. She tilted her head and said, "Go to bed early. We have to go to the Public Security Bureau tomorrow."
"Yes, I have to go to the Public Security Bureau tomorrow."
"Well, bye, see you tomorrow."
Song Xiu'e walked to the door and reached out to pull the door handle. Zhao Pufang also pulled the handle and said, "See you tomorrow."
So the two of them pressed their hands together.
(To be continued)
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