The monk stared blankly at the woman and couldn't help but be in a trance.
After a long while, he took a towel, twisted it a few times with the hot water in the bathtub, spread it out and wiped his face, and suddenly felt much refreshed.
He twisted the towel again, this time wiping the woman's face. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, gently wiped off the makeup on her face, restored her true appearance, and took off her eyelashes and earrings.
Even though she is completely plain, she is still very beautiful. The straight angle of her head, the clear color of her red lips, her eyebrows are like short willow leaves, and her skin is darker, but she looks healthy. Comparing the two, the monk actually likes her.
Her face without makeup.
She lay on her back and soaked in the water, content with the warmth of the water. Her eyes were still half-open and half-closed. The monk was really worried that if he hadn't bumped into her, would she have passed out drunk by the alley?
Looking at her clothes, the monk guessed where she worked. Looking at his watch, he probably came back from get off work at this time. He didn't know what guests she met last night that made her so drunk.
The monk asked her to soak in the hot water for a while. He went back to the room, found a large bath towel, took it into the bathroom, and then helped the woman up.
Her skin had turned an attractive pink color. The monk wrapped her in a large bath towel, picked her up horizontally with his arms, exited the bathroom, and put her on the bed in the living room.
The monk rummaged through the cabinets for her and found the compartment where she kept her underwear. He was stunned.
He had never seen such a large number of types of women's underwear, so fancy and exquisite. He had no choice but to take out a set that looked the whitest and plainest and wanted to help her put it on.
He first laid ### on her meatball, holding one end of the back buckle with both hands, reaching behind her back, trying to tie it for her.
But first of all, both hands were pressed by her delicate body, and secondly, my eyes couldn't see there, so I couldn't get it right after working for a long time. Instead, because the movement seemed to be holding her in my arms, I looked at her in a daze.
His expression makes him feel shaken.
After looking at her a few more times, he couldn't help but feel the blood rushing to his forehead. He lowered his mouth and pressed it lightly on her lips.
At this moment, somehow, he actually buckled the ###.
The monk straightened up and found that ### had failed to put away the two meat buns.
He had no choice but to help her straighten ### and push the squeezed out tender flesh back into the cup, because he remembered Xiaoye jokingly said that women should wear underwear to sleep so that their breasts would not become loose and deformed.
The monk's hand was on her beautiful flesh, so there was no reason not to eat some tofu at the same time. He even used his index and middle fingers to penetrate into her body and pull out her soft and small stamens a few times.
After putting on his underwear, the monk picked up the small panty and spread it out. It turned out to be only half the size of a palm.
He carefully put it on her feet, fearing to hurt her wounds, and then slowly pulled it up. When it reached the buttocks and couldn't pull it up, he had to put it on with one hand to hold up her waist, and lift up the pants with the other hand.
Well, under that translucent fabric, it looks even more attractive than not wearing it at all.
The monk laid his head down and smelled the feminine fragrance coming from her place, which made him feel uneasy. The thing in his pants had been stretched out for a long time.
Just when he was about to free it, he suddenly changed his mind and thought: "Bullying an unconscious woman is not a hero!"
So he forcibly suppressed the evil fire and covered the woman with a quilt. The woman didn't know whether it was a dream or a foot injury, so she grabbed the monk's left palm. He bent down to check her expression, but she was still there. To sleep, the monk let her persist, slid his butt off the edge of the bed and sat on the floor. After working for a long time, he was tired.
Naturally, he didn't want to sleep now, but he needed to take a rest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep for twenty minutes, and then he regained his energy.
The monk felt that wasting time like this was not the solution, and wanted to leave a note and leave, but he was worried that if the woman had injured her brain and suddenly worsened, it would be worse if she was the only one left.
Half-heartedly, his palm was still grasped by her, so he had no choice but to stay still. He picked up an old women's magazine scattered on the floor next to him, placed it on his lap, and looked through it randomly.
He was really bored. After reading one book, he switched to another. After nearly an hour, he felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. He was about to stand up when he suddenly found an ID card sandwiched in the magazine in his hand.
He picked it up and looked at Chen Jiapei. Turning it over, the address on the back was in Shandong. The photo was a mugshot of a student. Is this her? It looked a bit like it, but it didn't look like it at the same time.
The monk looked at her carefully for a long time, but couldn't tell the difference, so he wanted to look at her face again to compare.
When he turned around, he saw the woman with her eyes open, looking at him silently.
He had never seen the woman open her eyes before, and then he realized that her eyes were so big, bright, and so penetrating that the monk was dumbfounded.
"Does it look like him?" the woman asked softly, obviously admitting that she was the person on the certificate.
The monk understood that he had done something impolite. He awkwardly put his ID card back into the magazine and asked her, "Are you awake? Is there anything that still doesn't feel good?"
In fact, she has not completely lost consciousness from the beginning to the present. She has lost her balance and slowed down her reactions due to the influence of alcohol.
From being hit by the monk, to him taking her home, bathing and dressing her, and finally resting with her, she knew throughout the whole process that she was just too lazy to wake up.
Every day, she was the one pleasing the man. Once upon a time, she had let the man serve her, but she simply let the monk control her.
But what was strange to her was that after the monk secretly ate her tofu once or twice, he didn't do anything else, which made her feel extremely fond of him.
She still held the monk's left hand without saying a word. When the monk stood up, he felt that his whole body was sore and numb, especially his arms and waist, which made him grit his teeth.
When she saw his nervous expression, she found it very funny and couldn't help laughing.
The monk also sat on the edge of the bed and giggled with her. She tried hard with her hands and tried to sit up. The monk helped her and she straightened her upper body. The quilt slipped down to her waist and abdomen. She looked down at her upper body.
The monk quickly explained: "Just now, you vomited and soiled your clothes. I..."
She shook her head and retracted her legs. The sprain of her left ankle was aching faintly.
"You..." she said: "Can you help me get some ice cubes from the refrigerator, and then help me get a towel?"
The monk hurriedly went to do it. After moving a few times, he felt much better.
The monk put ice cubes and towels together in a small basin, brought them to her and said, "My name is Monk."
She took it, placed it on the bed, raised her head and said to the monk: "I was supposed to introduce myself as Xiangxiang, but you have already seen my ID card. Hello, I am Chen Jiapei."
Jiapei wrapped the ice cubes in a towel and tied it to the ankle joint to fix the entire left foot plate.
When she bent her legs to bandage them, the monk could not help but be attracted by the white flesh on the inner thighs at the crook of her legs.
He secretly moved his position to get a better view.
She suddenly raised her head, and the monk quickly looked away. As he moved, Jiapei looked at his whole body and said, "You seem to be bruised too!"
"It doesn't matter!" The monk waved his hand quickly.
"Can you please bring me the little medicine box on the shelf over there?" Jiapei said.
The monk took it as instructed, Jiapei opened the medicine box, picked up the cotton with tweezers, and opened a small jar. "Come here!" Jiapei said.
"Huh?" The monk sat down next to her blankly.
It turned out that because the monk's power had increased significantly, some blood vessels in his legs inadvertently leaked blood.
Jiapei only wore underwear, and at best she only had an extra towel wrapped around her feet, showing off her curves.
She was already very touching when she was sleeping on the bed, but now she was vividly standing less than a foot away from the monk, staring at him with her big bright eyes, and the monk's heart started to beat wildly.
She grabbed the monk's right elbow, rubbed the cotton soaked in the medicine in an outer spiral on his wound, then picked up clean cotton gauze and applied it on him, and finally wrapped it with a bandage.
After his right hand healed, he switched to his left hand. After his left hand healed, Jiapei said slowly: "Take off your pants."
The monk had no opinion for the moment and hesitated. Jiapei stared at him unhappily, then lowered his head to look at his exposed upper body.
He didn't dare to neglect for a moment, and quickly took off his jeans. The wound on the knee and the broken thread were already coagulated with blood. The monk accidentally tore the blood clot, and bloodshot oozed out again.
Jiapei treated his wounds skillfully. The monk sat on the edge of the bed, and she squatted between his feet and kept busy wiping them.
As soon as the monk lowered his head, he saw the bulging meat bun held by her small bra.
Although it was not big, it was still swaying. Her healthy complexion and her upper body were almost perfectly displayed. The monk was so excited when he saw her that his mouth suddenly became dry.
He instinctively produced the reaction that a man should have. Jiapei was squatting in front of his crotch. It was unreasonable. She raised her forehead slightly and glanced at him. The monk smiled awkwardly.
Jiapei threw away the cotton on the tweezers, gently pinched his inner thigh, and said, "Don't move rashly."
The monk started to tremble even more, and reflexively held her shoulders, shaking nervously. Jiapei laughed, mocking him and said, "It's no use."
Jiapei helped the monk wrap up his knee injuries and checked other areas. He put his hand on his thigh and asked, "Okay, is there anything else that doesn't feel right?"
The monk swallowed his saliva, embarrassed to say what he felt uncomfortable about.
With Jia Pei leaning against him like this, his upper body would naturally be pressed a little, and an evil fire suddenly started to stir in the monk's heart.
Jiapei looked at him with white eyes, then her left hand calmly moved forward and stopped unceremoniously on his lower abdomen.
Living in the dust, she couldn't help but be surprised. As for the reason, she didn't say anything. She just asked lightly: "Are you a student?"
The monk just wanted her to touch him for a while and nodded to acknowledge it.
After asking, Jiapei stroked his body quietly, tilting her head to look at the monk's expression.
The monk didn't know how to react, so he had to sit still and let her touch it.
Jiapei therefore thought that the monk did not understand the love between men and women, and found it interesting. After touching him for a long time, he suddenly took off his clothes and saw his strong and strong chest.
Jiapei was really shocked. What he didn't expect was that a man could have such charm.
Jiapei's fingertips were still painted with light red nail polish, and she carefully touched his chest.
His thumb slid along the edge of the small protrusion, and a slight sigh escaped the monk's throat.
Jiapei was quite fond of the fresh and clean appearance of this big boy. All the men she came into contact with were dirty and impatient, maybe they were well-dressed, but Jiapei hated that they only had one purpose for her.
The monk has not had such an ugly face so far. Although he had behaved inappropriately just now, it was only in moderation. Instead, he showed more care and concern for her. This was the reason why Jia Pei was willing to bandage his wounds.