Chapter 187

After more than ten minutes, Zhang Ai began to breathe rapidly, hugged Zhao De's back tightly, and said, "Hurry... I..."

Here you go! Zhao De thought wickedly, using his greatest strength.

"Ah..." Zhang Ai gasped incessantly.

Zhang Ai's child was awakened by this suddenly increased cry. He opened his hazy sleepy eyes, turned his head, and saw his mother's quilt heaving up and down beside him. Curious, he moved toward the quilt and lifted it.

The moment the quilt was lifted, Zhang Ai's son widened his eyes, his childish face full of curiosity, "Mom, what are you doing with this uncle?"

Zhao De and Zhang Ai were startled by this sudden voice. In his desperation, Zhao De climbed off her and pulled that big thing out of her body. That huge thing was still standing straight, causing her son to stare at it in astonishment and exclaim, "Ah! Mom? You are a big bad guy, you are bullying my mom! You are bullying my mom!" As he said this, he pounced on Zhao De and hit him with his fists.

Zhang Ai was stunned for a while before she came to her senses. She grabbed her pajamas and draped them over herself. Her body was still soft, and she sat up with difficulty, hugged her son, and stopped him, "Niuwa! What are you doing! Go to sleep immediately!"

Niuwa cried, "Mom! He is a bad guy! Drive him away! He is bullying you! Woo woo woo..."

Zhang Ai was both angry and amused. Seeing this scene witnessed by her son made her feel very ashamed. Her already flushed cheeks were now as red as a dog's butt. She looked at Zhao De shyly, lowered her head, and said, "Little Zhao, hurry up and put on your pants."

Zhao De was not in a hurry. Zhang Ai rolled her eyes shyly, signaling him not to corrupt her child like this. She hugged her son, put him on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover him, and coaxed, "Niuwa, go to sleep!"

Niuwa opened his eyes, stared straight at Zhao De, and said innocently, "Mom, what is he doing?"

Zhao De teased the little guy while grabbing his pants to put them on, "Helping your mom stop the itching."

"Mom, next time you itch, I'll help you stop it, don't let this bad guy!"

"Niuwa, what nonsense are you talking about! Go to sleep immediately!" Zhang Ai was so ashamed that her face turned red. She pulled the quilt over Niuwa's head, turned to Zhao De, gave him a wink, and said in a low voice, "Little Zhao, if it doesn't work, you should go back tonight. I'm really sorry."

Zhao De had already put on his pants and clothes. He didn't want to stay overnight either. He wasn't her husband; what would it be like to stay here and sleep in this bed with her and her son? He turned up his collar, twisted his neck, and said with a devilish smile, "Sister Ai, then I'll be going back."

There was a bit of reluctance in Zhang Ai's brow, but she couldn't let him stay here. She was afraid her son would talk nonsense in front of outsiders. She could only suppress this attachment, tucked in Niuwa's quilt, quietly pulled open the quilt, wrapped her naked body in pajamas, and sent Zhao De to the door, preparing to close the door after he left.

When Zhao De reached out to pull the door bolt, he let go of it again, turned around, placed his hands on Zhang Ai's fragrant shoulders, and said with a devilish smile, "Sister Ai, was it comfortable to stop the itching today?"

Zhang Ai blushed, lowered her head, raised her apricot eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Why are you the same as my Niuwa?"

"That little brat even wants to help you stop the itching. What can that toothpick-sized dick do! Haha..."

"Little Zhao, stop talking nonsense! That's my kid! Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao De reached his hand into her cotton pajamas, grabbed her two hot breasts, and said with a chuckle, "So warm, Sister Ai, how about we do it one more time? I'll help you stop the itching properly."

"No, you... you hurry back, it's getting late. I'm afraid Niuwa will talk nonsense in the village. Children don't understand anything." Zhang Ai was both expectant and worried. Being pinched by him on her two full breasts, her body felt a bit soft, and even her breathing was slightly panting.

Zhao De had just done it once, so he didn't have that much excitement anymore. He pulled his hand out of her pajamas, pulled the door bolt, and said with a straight face, "Alright, Sister Ai, I'm leaving. You close the door."

Coming out of Zhang Ai's home, a cold wind blew, making Zhao De shiver a few times. He shrank his neck, walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi with lingering interest, and went straight home.

Before going to sleep, Zhao De thought of today's personnel transfer order, and his heart was filled with joy again. For a moment, he wanted to find someone to share this joy with. After tossing and turning for a while, he leaned against the head of the bed, took his phone, flipped through it, and unexpectedly found Ma Lan's phone number. He paused for a moment, but still sent her a message with a glimmer of hope, telling her about his transfer to the Safety and Quality Section, then put down the phone without holding any hope, and lay down again.

The passion of rolling in the quilt with Zhang Ai just now was quite memorable for Zhao De. He hadn't been with that young married woman for nearly two months. Occasionally changing his appetite and finding her to have some fun was truly a different kind of fresh and exciting feeling. A moment later, the phone on the bedside table vibrated, "Deng, deng, deng." Zhao De reached behind him, took the phone, and looked. His face blossomed with joy, and he was extremely happy because "Sister Lan" was displayed on the phone screen. For more than a month, almost two months, Ma Lan had almost ignored him. Receiving her message now made him truly surprised. He hurriedly opened it to look. Although it was just a simple polite remark like "Congratulations on your promotion," it still made him feel sweet in his heart.

He hugged the phone and looked at it for a long time, deciding to call Ma Lan. As a result, it was still turned off after he called.

It seems I'm still on the blacklist! Zhao De thought angrily, threw away the phone, decided to ignore it, covered his head with the quilt, and slept. Tomorrow he would go to the Safety and Quality Section to work.

After several months of ups and downs and secret efforts, his official career had finally taken a small step, the first step, and the next step wasn't very far away.