Chapter 21

Zhao Desan originally should have gotten off at the entrance of his residential complex, but to enjoy this feeling, he followed her, wanting to ride the bus to the last stop in the suburbs. Later, there were fewer people on the bus, and Zhang Ai'ai found a seat and sat down. It just so happened that there was an empty seat next to her. Zhao Desan felt the opportunity had come, so he pretended to sit down casually. Their legs touched from time to time, making both of their hearts beat faster.

With the bus's bumps, Zhao Desan deliberately moved his leg to touch her, wanting to test her slightly. As soon as he touched her leg, Zhang Ai'ai had already realized he was doing it on purpose. She tilted her face, her earlobes a bit red, and looked at Zhao Desan with that kind of blurry, bewildered gaze.

Zhao Desan pretended to smile embarrassedly and said, "Sister Ai, I'm sorry."

Zhang Ai'ai squeezed a faint smile from the corner of her mouth. That smile was too intoxicating; it was a smile unique to a mature woman that could melt cold ice and snow, instantly making Zhao Desan feel itchy in his heart.

The bus arrived at the stop, and Zhang Ai'ai stood up and said, "Xiao Zhao, I've arrived at my stop, it's the terminal station. Are you getting off here too?"

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh, right, I'm getting off here too." He stood up and walked off the bus first, waiting for Zhang Ai'ai to get off by the side of the road.

The moment Zhang Ai'ai stepped from the bus to the ground, her body bent slightly, and the spring scenery in her neckline was exposed. A pair of fair, tender, soft flesh swayed, making Zhao Desan even more infatuated with this mature woman who felt cold.

Zhao Desan sometimes didn't understand why he was particularly interested in mature women in their thirties, like Sister Lan from Xinmao Mining, and now Sister Ai. That ripe temperament made him feel very confused and intoxicated.

"Does Sister Ai live around here?"

Zhao Desan went up to chat after she got off the bus.

"Hmm, are you here too?" Zhang Ai'ai pulled the strap on her shoulder from behind her clothes and smiled embarrassedly.

"Me?" Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment and said with a smile, "I missed my stop, hehe."

Zhang Ai'ai was amused by him and became cheerful. A brilliant smile that he had never seen before appeared on her face, and she looked so beautiful.

"What are you thinking about? How did you miss your stop?" Zhang Ai'ai asked with concern after she finished laughing and calmed down.

"Nothing." Zhao Desan laughed and said, "Sister Ai, where does your husband work?" Zhao Desan was very interested in her family.

When Zhao Desan asked this, Zhang Ai'ai's willow eyebrows knitted together, as if she had fallen into deep thought. Her expression looked a bit gloomy. After a moment of hesitation, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "He... is in prison."

Zhao Desan was good at reading people and knew he had touched a sore spot, so he laughed and said, "Sister Ai, have you eaten? Why don't we have a meal together?"

Zhang Ai'ai restrained the downcast expression on her face, raised her face, and looked straight at him with a pair of phoenix eyes. A faint smile squeezed out from the corner of her mouth, and she said, "I'm cooking for myself. Why don't you come home with me for a meal?"

Zhao Desan couldn't ask for more and felt secretly happy, but he had some concerns, fearing there might be others at her home, so he smiled and said, "Sister Ai, wouldn't that be inconvenient?"

Zhang Ai'ai didn't know the devious thoughts in Zhao Desan's heart, so she smiled faintly and said, "There's only a child at home, no one else."

Only then did Zhao Desan feel at ease and followed her toward her home.

Zhang Ai'ai's home was in a village in the suburbs, a large house with a small courtyard. Some flowers and plants were planted in the courtyard, along with a small vegetable garden. The environment was quite quiet, but the conditions looked average, the living standard of an ordinary farmer's family. To be precise, she was a rural young married woman living in the suburbs, but she didn't look like a village woman. The mature charm and the cold feeling exuded from her bones were not something ordinary rural young married women could have.

Arriving at her home, Zhao Desan sat down in the simple living room, and Zhang Ai'ai went to the kitchen to cook. Zhang Ai'ai's child was only six or seven years old and had run out to play with the children in the village. This made Zhao Desan feel that there was an opportunity to be taken. He was very good at grasping a woman's mentality and knew what they were thinking. Since she could invite him home for a meal and her husband was in prison, she must not have been nourished for a long time, right?

Zhao Desan thought wickedly and went out of the living room, quietly walking to the entrance of the brick-built kitchen. He saw her with her back to him, cutting vegetables by the chopping board.

Zhao Desan saw the buttocks wrapped in washed-out white jeans, rounded and tight, and he found it a bit hard to endure. He weighed it in his heart; even if she didn't agree, she probably wouldn't tell her cousin Zhang Ailing. He mustered his courage, quietly stepped in, walked behind her, hugged her from behind, and grabbed the two soft lumps of flesh on her chest with both hands. They were warm and soft, extremely comfortable, and his lower body was also pressed against her buttocks.

Zhang Ai'ai's hand holding the kitchen knife stopped cutting, and her body trembled violently, but she didn't resist. Being suddenly grabbed by those two plump lotus buds by Zhao Desan, her heart pounded like a deer, and she swallowed her saliva. A pile of dry firewood that had been left for too long suddenly encountered a flame and was ignited all at once!