Chapter 1637

Zhao Desan held her even tighter, as if afraid that if he let go, she would run away. While his heart was racing, he whispered in her ear: "It's okay, everything is in the past. There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything!"

Hearing Zhao Desan quote this line from the old movie *Lenin in 1918*, Zheng Jie stopped crying, raised her face to look at Zhao Desan, and murmured: "You are just like a teapot from Jingdezhen—all mouth, only good at using words to handle me."

Zhao Desan immediately said with a serious face: "That's not true at all! The person I'm most worried about in my heart is you, sister-in-law. I've been worrying and trying to find ways to solve your problems all these days. You've truly wronged me to death."

"Is that so? It seems it's my fault then?" Zheng Jie said, half-jokingly.

Zhao Desan moved Zheng Jie's body slightly away, intending to argue a few more points with her, but when he looked down at Zheng Jie, he discovered that the bloodstains on his hand had stained a small patch of her chest crimson. He quickly let go of Zheng Jie, pointed at her chest with his finger, and said: "Oh no, I've stained your clothes."

Zheng Jie followed Zhao Desan's finger and looked; sure enough, there was a patch of blood on her chest. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, blaming him: "This is all your fault. Look, what are we going to do now?"

"What to do? Just change your clothes, isn't that simple? Do you have to ask me about such a simple thing?" Zhao Desan said, intentionally putting on airs.

"Go away. Do you think I don't know I should change? But... but the clothes are inside the room!" Zheng Jie glared at Zhao Desan and said.

Zhao Desan understood Zheng Jie's state of mind. He mysteriously extended his index finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. Then, he tiptoed to the door of the inner room, quietly pushed the door open a crack, peeked inside, turned back to make a funny face at Zheng Jie, and then slipped into the room...

Seeing Zhao Desan enter the room, Zheng Jie knew he was going to find clothes for her. Although she felt a bit worried, he was already inside, so she had no choice but to return to the kitchen, intending to use water to wipe away the bloodstains on her chest. However, it backfired; the water soaked a large area of her chest. Not only did the bloodstains not come off, but now, not only was her chest uncomfortably cold, but her shirt had also become almost transparent.

Fortunately, Zhao Desan came out of the room at this moment, holding a small jacket of Zheng Jie's, shaking it at her with a smile.

Zheng Jie quickly beckoned him to come to the kitchen. When Zhao Desan entered the kitchen, Zheng Jie asked anxiously: "Did Zhao Da notice?"

"Don't worry, he's asleep." Zhao Desan's white lie was very natural.

"Oh... but how did you know where my clothes were?" Zheng Jie asked curiously while reaching out to take the jacket from Zhao Desan's hand.

"Am I stupid? There are only two cabinets in the room, couldn't I find them?"

It seemed that Zhao Desan had already thought of these problems before coming out.

"Oh, then hurry up and give me the clothes!" Zheng Jie noticed that when she reached out to take the jacket from Zhao Desan's hand, he kept dodging away.

"Hehe, you take it off first, then I'll give it to you!" Zhao Desan said with a wicked smile.

"You have so many devious ideas. What are you doing? We've already done it, why are you still being so indecent?" Zheng Jie scolded while reaching out to grab the jacket from Zhao Desan's hand.

Zhao Desan held the jacket up in the air and said with a playful smile: "I risked great danger to find this for you, how can you not give me a reward?"

Zheng Jie really couldn't do anything about him, and she was afraid that if too much time passed, Zhao Da in the room would discover them, so she compromised and said: "Then what reward do you want?"

"Hehe, nothing much, just feast my eyes and that'll be enough," Zhao Desan said with a wicked, winking smile.

"Sigh, I really can't do anything with you." Zheng Jie completely gave up resistance. She began to slowly unbutton her shirt, and while doing so, she lowered her head, blushing, and said in a low voice: "I'm already a mature woman, what's there to look at!"

"Who is a mature woman? I don't want to look at her, I only want to look at you, sister-in-law," Zhao Desan said, intentionally teasing Zheng Jie.

"You're just being glib. Look, look quickly." Saying this, Zheng Jie had already unbuttoned her shirt. She held both sides of the shirt with her hands, opening and closing it to put on a show for Zhao Desan.

"I didn't see anything!" Zhao Desan knew Zheng Jie was intentionally dodging, so he said bluntly.

"You're young, what kind of eyesight do you have? You still can't see it like this?" Zheng Jie pretended to be impatient and said: "Then forget it, I won't let you look."

Seeing Zheng Jie's extremely embarrassed appearance, Zhao Desan knew that if he didn't provoke her, she wouldn't easily give in. So, he suddenly turned around sharply and looked mysteriously at the door of the room.

Sure enough, this tactic of Zhao Desan's was very effective. Zheng Jie also followed his action, stood on tiptoe, and glanced at the door of the room. After Zhao Desan turned back, she took the initiative and said: "I really can't do anything with you, then I'll let you look." Saying this, she took off the shirt she was wearing all at once...

Because Zheng Jie had just returned from outside and hadn't had time to change into the casual clothes she wore at home, her bra was still tightly wrapped around her chest. So, when the shirt came off, it only revealed her snow-white, smooth, and fragrant skin; nothing else could be seen. It wasn't even as satisfying as looking at a bikini in a swimming pool.

"Are you satisfied now? Have you seen enough? Are you satisfied, you dead thing!" Zheng Jie launched a series of attacks at Zhao Desan, then reached out her hand to ask for the jacket.

Zhao Desan slowly pushed her hand away, shook his head, and said: "Sister-in-law, are you trying to fool me like a three-year-old child?"

"Pah, you think you're a grown man? Hmph, just a little brat!" Zheng Jie said, unconvinced.