Chapter 122

Zhao De forced his way through the restraint of her bra and inserted his hand inside, where it was tightly wrapped by the cup; it was truly too comfortable, quickly making him impulsive and filled with desire, his proud member already violently wanting to accomplish something.

"Sister Bai, let's begin." Zhao De said impatiently.

Bai Ling didn't say a word; it was too cold, so she only pulled her pants down to the bend of her knees and said, "From behind, okay?"

"Sister Bai, lean on the desk." Zhao De ordered, grabbing her and bringing her close to the office desk. Bai Ling climbed down, and Zhao De pulled his two hands out, holding her slender waist, which radiated scorching heat, making even the cold winter seem to heat up.

"You... are... so hot..." Bai Ling, who usually didn't like to say sweet nothings during intimacy, suddenly gasped out these words, which made Zhao De overjoyed, and he exerted even more effort to properly nourish this stunning beauty.

Zhao De exerted force with every question, making the hungry young married woman, Bai Ling, feel so soft all over that she was about to fall apart, as if she were stepping on blue clouds, floating in the sky, feeling incomparably comfortable and happy like a fairy.

"Again... again!" Bai Ling ignited Zhao De's greatest potential and fighting spirit, giant waves slapping against the reef one after another, the sound appearing especially clear in the pitch-black, quiet night, as if they were by the seaside, listening to the crashing waves.

"Alright, get up, I'm going to sweep." After the romp, Bai Ling didn't forget her primary job; she cared too much about this job and didn't want to lose it because of one moment of indulgence.

"Don't sweep tonight, sweep tomorrow morning." Zhao De felt a bit sorry for her.

"No... this is work." Bai Ling struggled to climb up; she had always been conscientious and diligent about her work.

"It's so late, and the weather outside is so cold, what are you sweeping for? You didn't even wear gloves, did you?" Zhao De grabbed her hand, feeling sorry for her. "Come sweep tomorrow morning, and wear gloves."

"I can't, I'll lose this job. It's already not easy for you to help me keep it." Bai Ling insisted on going out to sweep, pushed his hand away, and turned to walk out.

Zhao De followed her out and grabbed her, saying, "Sister Bai, can you not go home tonight? Come back to my place with me." He truly liked this handsome and elegant young married woman; the temperament she possessed was extraordinarily charming. He wanted to spend the whole night accompanying her to properly enjoy the wonderful things of the world, allowing this woman with strong physiological needs to be thoroughly satisfied once.

"No, my husband is still at home, and he hasn't eaten yet. I still have to cook for him after I finish sweeping." Although Bai Ling was willing to lose herself to Zhao De, she was also a traditional, virtuous wife and mother, and she was very strong-willed; she wasn't willing to just abandon her husband, who was bedridden, and leave him unattended.

"Alright then." Since Bai Ling had said so, Zhao De didn't force her anymore.

Let her continue sweeping; he would go home to sleep.

After walking a few steps, Zhao De suddenly remembered what Zhang Da had told him, turned around, and instructed Bai Ling, "Sister Bai, by the way, Zhang Da said that starting tomorrow, you should also sweep the courtyard at noon. That son of a bitch, I think he's trying to mess with you!"

"Ah?" Bai Ling was a bit surprised. "Sweep again at noon?"

"Just fake it at noon; he won't be watching anyway." Zhao De suggested.

"It's okay, I'll sweep." Bai Ling had no choice but to accept her fate; since she was living under someone else's roof, she had to do whatever the leader arranged.

Zhao De went home, and Bai Ling was left alone in the dark night, bending over to sweep the fallen leaves in the courtyard, her shadow looking extremely miserable.

With this additional sweeping at noon, Zhao De took the opportunity to have more romps with the young married woman, Bai Ling. Basically, every two days, he would call Bai Ling to his office, lock the door, pull the curtains, and have a go.

It was the third day since Bai Ling started sweeping at noon, and Zhao De couldn't hold back, so he called her to the office for another romp.

"You're about to start work, I'm leaving first." Bai Ling said, pulling up her pants and tidying her hair.

"What's the rush?" Zhao De smiled with satisfaction, seeing Bai Ling's face, which was flushed from the tension and excitement, feeling especially charming. Those apricot eyes were like they were electrified; one look at someone made the other person feel a bit shocked, their whole body feeling numb.

"I have to go, work is about to start, and if Section Chief Zhang sees us, he'll be suspicious." Bai Ling had some concerns, opened the office door, looked left and right, and then walked quickly toward the front courtyard with her head lowered.

Zhao De took a deep breath, reminiscing about the scene of their lingering intimacy just now; it was truly incomparably comfortable and made one sink into it. He lit a cigarette, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, smoking while reminiscing.