Chapter 1902: What Are You Looking At?

Sure enough, after Zheng Jie closed the door, she said, "I was busy all afternoon today and sweated all over. I'll take a bath first, you sit for a while." As she spoke, she walked into the bathroom with her handbag.

Zhao Desan was completely disappointed. Listening to the splashing water sound coming from the bathroom, looking at the plump ** with front and back protruding behind the frosted glass, Zhao Desan used to feel tight between his legs as soon as he saw her hot figure, and soon felt it. But today, looking at the same body, Zhao Desan's body had no strange reaction, but felt a kind of disappointment. Suddenly, he felt that the young married woman taking a bath with her head tilted behind the frosted glass was disgusting.

About twenty minutes later, the water sound in the bathroom stopped. A moment later, the door opened. Zheng Jie changed into a pink silk suspender nightgown, carrying a long, wet hair, walked out of the bathroom, tilted her head while wiping her hair, and walked over with style and sat down beside Zhao Desan.

I don't know why Zhao Desan suddenly had an impulse to go into the bathroom to take a look. In order to dispel Zheng Jie's suspicion, Zhao Desan suddenly covered his stomach, looked painful, and said, "My stomach hurts so much, Sister-in-law, you sit first, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll come back to tell you something later."

"Then hurry up and go." Zheng Jie said while wiping her wet hair.

So Zhao Desan covered his stomach, bent down, and ran to the bathroom with small steps. As soon as he entered the bathroom, Zhao Desan closed the door from the inside, and then looked around like a thief. Even he didn't know what he was looking for. Just after looking around and feeling that he had gained nothing, he suddenly found that the handbag Zheng Jie usually used was hanging on the wall on the side. Then he walked up, took the handbag from the wall, opened the zipper carefully. As soon as he opened it, a smell unique to the liquid that only flowed out of Zheng Jie's body when she was in lust entered Zhao Desan's nose. Then he saw a sexy small panty with lace trim in the handbag rolled into a ball. Seeing this intimate object, it deepened Zhao Desan's suspicion. He took out the small panty, unfolded it, and saw a trace of being soaked in the center position.

Seeing these sexy little panties, wet from her business, Zhao Desan felt his head was about to explode. He cursed bitterly in his heart: Damn it, I really didn't suspect that bitch for nothing! After looking at the panties, Zhao Desan reached back into the handbag to rummage around, and finally, under a pile of cosmetic cases, he dug out two pairs of fishnet lace-trimmed erotic stockings. Zhao Desan's head exploded once more; his eyes widened to the size of ox eyes, his eyeballs bloodshot. He gripped the erotic stockings in his hand, squeezing them hard as if he wanted to crush them. In his mind, he imagined the scene of Zheng Jie wearing these lace-trimmed erotic panties and fishnet crotchless erotic tights, rolling on the bed with Hu Tao. He was practically bursting with rage, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. It took several minutes before he forced himself to calm down and stuffed both items back into the handbag exactly as they were. Just as he was stuffing these erotic undergarments into the bag and pulling his hand out, one of his fingers was unexpectedly caught by something with the texture of a plastic cord. Looking inside the handbag, he saw that what was hooked on his little finger was a pink object that looked like a headphone cable. This piqued Zhao Desan's curiosity. He pulled the thin wire out from under the cosmetic cases and finally pulled out an object with a USB-like switch at one end and an egg-shaped device the size of a thumb at the other. Damn, the moment he saw this familiar thing, Zhao Desan immediately associated it with the toys he had seen in Japanese adult films that the male leads loved to use to serve the female leads. To confirm whether this thing was indeed the legendary device known as a 'vibrating egg' used to stimulate a woman's sensitive parts, Zhao Desan gently pressed the USB-like switch. Sure enough, the little egg-shaped thing at the other end emitted a buzzing vibration. Zhao Desan was so startled he quickly turned the switch off. As he packed these things back into Zheng Jie's handbag, keeping them intact, his head was buzzing. He simply couldn't believe that Zheng Jie was this kind of woman. She had been with him for so long, and every time they were in bed, she acted as reserved as a virgin. It turned out that her damn modesty was all an act. What a damn fake!

Zhao Desan felt his head was about to explode with rage. He was filled with such fury that he wanted to rush out and slap that bitch a few times without saying a word. But at this moment, he forced himself to remain calm, struggling to quell the raging fire in his chest, bit by bit, until his flushed, red face gradually returned to its normal color and his tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed. He glanced at the handbag hanging on the wall, and the images of those erotic undergarments and the electric toy surfaced in his mind again. The immense anger was gradually replaced by sorrow and helplessness. He knew that when a woman could accept wearing erotic undergarments and playing with these electric toys, it was enough to show that she had become promiscuous and wanton to the extreme. Zhao Desan only felt that he had misjudged her. This young woman, who once seemed to be striving for a broken home, was now like a different person. She no longer cared about her home or her child, but instead poured all her energy into her appearance. He felt that Zheng Jie had undergone a fundamental change; she was no longer the strong young woman with resilient and unyielding qualities that he had liked. He made up his mind: the feelings he had invested could not be taken back, but he could not let so much of his hard-earned money go down the drain. At this point, he could only follow the plan he had carefully thought through before Zheng Jie returned home.

"Xiao Zhao, why have you been in the bathroom for so long? Is your stomach uncomfortable?" At this time, Zheng Jie's sweet and moving voice sounded in the living room.

Zhao Desan then pressed the button on the flush toilet. With the sound of splashing water, he opened the bathroom door, and while pretending to tie his belt, he glanced at Zheng Jie expressionlessly.

Seeing Zhao Desan come out, Zheng Jie gave him a charming smile. Her eyes, which once looked dark and bright, now held a bit more of a seductive luster. Dressed in a light pink sexy camisole nightgown, she leaned against the sofa, her long hair already dried and cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. Under the light, her skin looked even fairer and smoother. Her exposed shoulders and fragrant, jade-like skin made her look extremely sexy. Her plump, full figure and her snow-white, fleshy thighs gave her an incredibly strong visual impact. In the past, Zhao Desan would have been tense all over, burning with desire, and would have pounced on her impatiently. But at this moment, seeing this sexy, alluring beauty fresh from the bath, with the thought in his mind of her wearing erotic undergarments and playing with that thumb-sized, egg-shaped thing down there, he no longer felt the passion he once had for this mature young woman who looked so incredibly sexy to outsiders. His body didn't feel tense at all. Filled with a sense of sorrowful disappointment, he forced himself to stay calm, wore a faint smile, walked over, and sat down beside her.

Seeing that Zhao Desan's face was not very good, Zheng Jie turned her face and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Is your body uncomfortable?"

"No," Zhao Desan smiled lightly, looking as if nothing had happened.

Zheng Jie moved closer to him, then reached out a delicate hand to hold Zhao Desan's hand, gazing at him with those watery, charming eyes. Her lips were curved into an appropriate arc, and a charming smile hung on the corner of her mouth. That expression looked very teasing, as if she was hinting at Zheng Jie's thoughts, wanting to relive the old feelings with him.

Not only did she use such a coquettish expression to tease Zhao Desan's calm heart like water, but the hand holding his hand also gently scratched in his palm, trying to provoke Zhao Desan's infinite desire. But Zhao Desan at this time was as calm as a pool of stagnant water in his heart. The greatest sadness is the death of the heart. Zhao Desan was in this mood now. Even if you were naked, he had no interest in her. He just smiled at her calmly, trying not to reveal his inner thoughts.

Just when she was using those hooking, charming eyes to release electricity to seduce Zhao Desan, Zhao Desan suddenly saw Nini raising her head with the corner of his eye, looking straight at the actions between them with those innocent eyes. That expression looked very ignorant. Because of his experience of losing his father and mother at a young age, Zhao Desan was born with a heart that knew how to protect and love children better than others. In the growth of children, he didn't want her to see these secret things between adults. So he hinted at Zheng Jie with a wink. Under his reminder, Zheng Jie turned her head and saw Nini looking at them with those big eyes. So she quickly let go of Zhao Desan's hand, blushed slightly, and while brushing her long hair, said to Nini, "Nini, have you done your homework?"

"Done," Nini then took her innocent gaze from them and answered Zheng Jie.

"You ate instant noodles in the evening, right?" Zheng Jie looked at the instant noodle box on the coffee table and asked.

"En, Uncle soaked it for me," Nini nodded and answered.

Zheng Jie looked at Zhao Desan and said to Nini, "Then since you've eaten, Mom won't cook dinner. You put away your homework and go back to your room to sleep."

Zheng Jie's words made Zhao Desan feel very strange. She didn't ask if he had eaten dinner, feeling that since Nini had eaten instant noodles, she didn't need to cook in the evening. In the past, she would never have said that. Even if he came to this little nest very late every time, she would climb out of bed and ask him if he had eaten. If he hadn't, she would take the initiative to cook for him. But now it was completely different. She didn't even ask if he had eaten. It seems that this young married woman has really changed her heart. Damn it, since you are so heartless, don't blame me for being heartless! Zhao Desan thought so in his heart, looked at Zheng Jie, who was still beautiful and charming, and suddenly found a very obvious kiss mark on the back of her neck. It seems that there was no mistake at all. This kiss mark looked like it had just been printed on it. Damn it!

Just printed on, damn it!