Chapter 100

As soon as the word "virgin" was mentioned, Zhao Desan immediately thought of Ma Ting. His face showed a bit of nervousness, but he feigned calmness and shook his head with a "Hehe" laugh: "No."

Ma Lan smiled mysteriously and asked, "Do you want to try the feeling of a virgin?"

Zhao Desan didn't know what medicine Ma Lan was selling in her gourd, but he had to deny it, so he shook his head and said, "I don't want to."

Every man has a virgin complex. As a mature woman in her thirties, Ma Lan knew this well and understood men's minds too thoroughly. She laughed, "Oh, stop it! Don't put on an act in front of Sister! If you haven't played with a virgin, shall Sister let you try the feeling of one?"

Zhao Desan was a bit expectant and a bit nervous. He swallowed his saliva, feigned composure, and asked with a smile, "Sister Lan, how do we play?" He thought to himself, surely Sister Lan isn't going to call a virgin over for him, right? He was suddenly filled with anticipation.

Who knew that Ma Lan didn't pick up her phone, but instead smiled mysteriously and asked, "Desan, do you have any lubricant or something at home?"

Zhao Desan looked at her, full of doubts, and shook his head: "No lubricant, only olive oil."

Ma Lan smiled like a ghost and said, "That works too. Bring it over."

Zhao Desan was confused, but he did as he was told. He jumped out of bed, stark naked, went to the living room to get the olive oil he occasionally used for fitness, returned to the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and handed it to Sister Lan. Sister Lan took it, squeezed a little onto her arm, rubbed it, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Desan, apply some there for Sister and rub it."

Ma Lan felt something flowing out. She tightened her rear gate, climbed off the bed, turned over, jumped down, and ran quickly into the bathroom. Zhao Desan looked at Ma Lan's back; her figure really didn't look like that of a woman in her thirties—thin waist, fat buttocks, long legs, and a perfectly exquisite figure. It was truly perfect.

Being able to know such a beautiful and sexy rich woman who was willing to pay the price of chrysanthemum pain for him, Zhao Desan was extremely satisfied. He followed Ma Lan into the bathroom and washed the oil off his body.

Back in bed, Ma Lan hugged him tightly, hurting him a little, and said, "Desan, you don't know, a woman of my age is very eager for a man to truly and sincerely cherish her."

Seeing the lonely and longing expression on Ma Lan's face, Zhao Desan said gently, "Sister Lan, if you don't mind, let me, Zhao Desan, truly cherish you?"

Although Zhao Desan inherited his father's nature, was naturally romantic, and liked to hunt for beauties of different types, he was also a hot-blooded man. Being lustful didn't mean he was a bad person. Although since entering the Coal Bureau, it was like he had burrowed into a peach blossom forest and lost his way, with opportunities to enjoy the nourishment of various beauties every day, in the bottom of Zhao Desan's heart, there was always a clean space left empty. He had always wanted to find someone to place in that spot.

Ma Lan smiled with relief and said, "Of course Sister doesn't mind. It's just that the gap between us is really too big. You are so young and working at the Coal Bureau; you will definitely have a great future. Getting involved with Sister will affect your future official career."

Zhao Desan seemed romantic and idle, but since entering the Coal Bureau and getting on this path, he also wanted to develop and move upward. With his keen insight for observing words and expressions and his cunning way of handling things, he would definitely be able to go further on this path. He understood that in this country, having money is not as good as having power, and his old man was the example.

"Sister Lan, let's date in secret first. When I become a high official one day, we'll join forces—how majestic that will be!" he said after considering for a moment. ===== CHAPTER 101 =====