Chapter 165

Getting out of the taxi at the entrance, the door was slightly ajar. He peeked through the crack and found Bai Ling washing clothes in the courtyard. A large water basin was placed in front of her, and a large pile of clothes was stacked on the ground beside her. She was wearing a pink autumn shirt, with her sleeves rolled up, and was bending over, scrubbing clothes on a washboard. The neckline of the autumn shirt was round, and as she bent over, it hung down, revealing the spring scenery inside. The white, tender flesh balls were shaking and jumping with her arms as she scrubbed hard, like naughty, cute white rabbits. He really wanted to go up and hold these two big white rabbits to tease them.

After all, that night he had taken advantage of Bai Ling while pretending to be drunk and sleeping, and had snuck away as soon as dawn broke before she woke up. Not having seen her for two days, Zhao Desan was still a bit nervous. This was a stunning beauty who made his heart race just like Ma Lan. Having slept with so many women of extraordinary beauty, only the mature young women Ma Lan and Bai Ling gave him such a refreshing feeling.

Zhao Desan deliberately coughed twice at the door. Bai Ling heard it, stopped scrubbing the clothes, and turned her head to look at the door. The door was slightly ajar, and she was sitting far away, unable to see outside, but she felt the coughing sound was very familiar. So, she stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked to the door to open it.

Zhao Desan was still savoring the sex from that night. Although it was pitch black, the feeling was incredibly stimulating and very lingering, especially since her husband was sleeping in the room not far away; it was almost like having sex with Bai Ling right in front of her husband. Moreover, Bai Ling had screamed in pain and pleasure that night without any suppression; her husband must have heard it.

The door opened, and Zhao Desan suddenly came back to his senses, seeing Bai Ling looking at him with slightly flushed cheeks, smiling "heh heh."

Bai Ling, like him, was also nervous in her heart. As a woman who had kept herself clean for many years, she had unexpectedly lingered with him, and her heart was pounding with nervousness. She lowered her head slightly and asked in a soft, gentle voice, "Why are you here?"

"Passing by, just passing by." Zhao Desan laughed "heh heh."

Bai Ling wasn't a fool either. She raised her head, frowned slightly, and said, "Aren't you working today? Why are you passing by here?" The response she wanted in her heart was that Zhao Desan had come specifically to find her. After all, a stunning beauty whose husband had lost his ability to take care of himself had been conquered in bed by a young, strong man, so the seed of longing for him had been planted in her heart. Moreover, Zhao Desan had helped her twice, so even if she offered her body as his sex tool, Bai Ling felt she didn't have much reluctance.

"This isn't... isn't this lunch break?" Zhao Desan stammered, "Aren't you going to invite me in to sit for a while?"

Bai Ling lowered her head and said, "Come in." She turned and walked inside alone. Zhao Desan revealed a cunning smile on his face, followed her in, and closed the wooden door behind him.

Bai Ling poured him a cup of tea, placed it on the wooden table in the courtyard, moved a small wooden stool over, lowered her head, and said softly, "Sit."

Zhao Desan sat down, took a sip of tea, and pretended to ask with concern, "Elder Bai Bai Bai Jie, has Zhang Da bullied you at work these past two days?"

"He rarely runs into me... I usually finish cleaning the courtyard before you all go to work in the early morning, and clean it again after work, so there isn't much time to run into him." Bai Ling kept her head lowered, feeling very shy because of what happened that night, her cheeks flushed, not daring to look directly at Zhao Desan.

"Oh... if he dares to bully you again, just tell me! I'll stand up for you!" Zhao Desan's righteous appearance really looked the part.

This chivalrous appearance of Zhao Desan was what Bai Ling liked to see most. Ever since her husband became paralyzed in bed, she had suffered all kinds of grievances outside and no one had ever stood up for her. How she wished a savior would appear. The current Zhao Desan seemed to her to be a guardian god sent by heaven, always stepping forward when she encountered difficulties, with a heroic spirit that made her heart race. It was just a pity that Bai Ling felt she was already a married woman, had violated morality, and hadn't kept her chastity, but having lost her body to him, Bai Ling had no regrets.

Zhao Desan saw Bai Ling lowering her face. Although her thick, dark, shiny hair was casually tied into a bun, a few stray hairs hung down along her temples, sticking to the corners of her eyes. This face, this skin, the soft lines, the delicate skin—she really looked like a woman who had walked out of a painting. It was just that the pink autumn shirt she was wearing looked a bit rustic, but with such a face and figure, even if Bai Ling had a rag on her head, she would still have her own flavor.

"Where... where is your husband?" Zhao Desan asked this, knowing full well he could only lie in bed like a dead person. In fact, he was probing to see if he had said anything because of what happened that night.

Bai Ling glanced sideways at Zhao Desan. That look carried a bit of resentment, a bit of ambiguity, and was filled with spring passion in her shyness, welcoming yet shy. "In the room... where else could he go! Sigh!" After saying this, she sighed softly, feeling a bit self-blaming for what happened that night. Having sex with Zhao Desan in her own home was truly inappropriate; if it had been elsewhere, she wouldn't have cared. As for that big pervert Zhang Da, she had already compromised at the time, let alone Zhao Desan who was so good to her—what reason did she have to keep herself clean for him? She felt that if she wanted to repay Zhao Desan now, she could only rely on her own charm.

"Elder Bai Bai Bai Jie, why are you sighing?" Zhao Desan asked, knowing the answer, looking straight at her. That look made Bai Ling's heartbeat lose its rhythm, like a deer bumping around. ===== CHAPTER 166 =====