Chapter 123

Hexi Province is located in the northern part of China, and Yuyang City is situated in the northwest of Hexi Province. In December, the climate in Yuyang City is dry and cold, and the northwest wind is biting. If you sit in a room without moving, your body will soon freeze stiff.

After Bai Ling left, Zhao De sat for a while, his whole body shivering from the cold, thinking to himself that it seemed he would have to wear a down jacket to work tomorrow. Thinking about how there was no heating in this bungalow of the Logistics Section made him angry. Damn it! Originally, there was heating in the office building in winter and air conditioning in summer, why suffer like this!

Zhao De stood up in anger and stomped his feet for a while, but he was still a bit cold. When he was having that romp with Bai Ling with his butt bare just now, he didn't feel cold at all; the hot feeling on Bai Ling's body was truly a pleasure. No, it seemed he had to go to the warehouse to get another electric heater. He walked to the door, ready to open it and go out. As soon as he opened the door, he bumped head-on into Zhang Da.

"Ah! You scared me!" Zhang Da retreated in panic. "Little Zhao, where are you going?"

"Going to the warehouse to get an electric heater, it's too cold to bear!" Zhao De rubbed his hands, his nose red, and seeing Zhang Da's smiling face, he guessed if this guy was going to set him up again? "Leader, what's the matter?"

"Little Zhao, it's like this." Zhang Da said with a benevolent look. "It's more than half a month until New Year's Day, and every department in the bureau has to come up with a program to participate in the bureau's internal New Year's Eve party. I'm thinking, you're a young man in our Logistics Section, so our Logistics Section's program should be provided by you. You see, we old comrades don't have as many ideas as you young people, how about it?"

"This..." Zhao De looked troubled. Sure enough, as he expected, this bastard was giving him another difficult problem. Although he hadn't graduated from university for long, he had never been interested in those performances. "Leader, what about Sister Fatty and Sister Zhang? Let them provide a program; I've never done this before."

Zhang Da smiled and gave him a high hat: "Little Zhao, look, they don't have much cultural level, so you should be the one to provide the program. If the program is performed well and we can win an award for our Logistics Section, your reputation in the bureau will spread, right? This is also an honor for you personally. Whether it's for promotion or anything else, it's a glorious thing. I think, let's do it this way, don't decline anymore, I believe in you!" After saying this, he patted him on the shoulder twice, turned around, and walked away with a smile, leaving Zhao De with no room to decline.

Zhao De was stunned for a moment and cursed to himself, "Damn! I was going to the warehouse to get an electric heater, but he didn't go. He kicked the door shut, sat on the chair, found Sister Fatty's phone number, and dialed it. "Sister Fatty, send an electric heater to my office!" Once the call was connected, Zhao De ordered Sister Fatty in the tone of a superior giving a death order to a subordinate.

On the phone, Sister Fatty laughed, "Okay, okay, I'll send it over right away."

After putting down the phone, Zhao De rubbed his hands for a while and lit a cigarette. Thinking about the work Zhang Da arranged for him, it was clearly making things difficult for him. Perform a program, what program to perform? He thought about it in his mind, but had no clue. However, Zhao De was a stubborn guy; he had to do everything well at once. Since he was asked to perform a program, he felt he had to make a hit, so that Zhang Da's plot to make him make a fool of himself would not succeed!

"Knock, knock, knock..." The office door was knocked, it must be Sister Fatty sending the electric heater.

"Come in!" He said in an ordering tone.

The door was pushed open, and it wasn't Sister Fatty who came in, but Sister Ai, with a faint, shy smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes looking a bit shy and a bit ambiguous, looking at Zhao De with affection, and said in a soft voice, "Little Zhao, I brought you the electric heater, where should I put it?"

Zhao De originally asked Sister Fatty to send it over. Seeing it was her, he stiffened his face and said angrily, "Who told you to send it! Where is Sister Fatty?"

Zhang Ai obviously didn't realize that Zhao De would suddenly get angry. The shy smile on her face froze, and an embarrassing blush appeared on her earlobes. She was stunned for a long time and laughed awkwardly, "She... she is busy in the warehouse."

Seeing that Sister Ai was scared by his aggressive attitude, Zhao De felt that he was also yelling at her because of his inexplicable anger, so he softened his tone, relaxed his cold face, and said, "Sister Ai, I didn't ask you to send it. How can I let you run this kind of errand? Just let Sister Fatty run the errands; she has plenty of strength."

"Oh... it's okay, Sister Fatty and I are both doing rough work... where should I put it for you?" Zhang Ai asked him, holding the electric heater box.

Zhao De stepped forward to take it and said, "I'll do it myself." He unpacked the box, turned on the electric heater, and placed it beside the office desk. Zhang Ai plugged in the power and said, "Try it first to see if it's good. If not, I'll go and change one for you."

Zhao De pressed the switch, and the electric heater turned red, and the office immediately warmed up a little bit. Zhao De sat down and leaned over to roast the electric heater, and asked Zhang Ai, "Sister Ai, is it cold in the warehouse?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Ai replied, her eyes a bit shy, and a bit of a strange look. Recently, Zhao De had visited her less, making her lonely heart unable to bear the loneliness, so taking advantage of the opportunity to send the electric heater, she specifically took this errand from Sister Fatty, actively using this opportunity to approach Zhao De, and even more wanted to approach his strong body, hoping he could comfort her again.

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.