Chapter 23

Zhang Ai'ai was panicked and hurriedly pushed Zhao Desan away. With a blushing face, she ordered, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, my child is back."

Zhao Desan climbed up from her happily, pulled up his pants, and watched her stand up to adjust her bra, wrapping those snow-white, soft lotus buds, then buttoned her shirt, smoothed her messy hair, and looked at Zhao Desan with a flustered, uneasy expression. She squeezed a shy smile from the corner of her mouth and hurriedly went out to open the wooden door.

Her child complained, "Mom, why did you close the door?"

Zhang Ai'ai said uneasily, "You went out to play, and Mom and your uncle were going to cook, so we were afraid a thief would come in."

Zhao Desan lit a cigarette, feeling satisfied, with a comfortable smile on his face. He walked out of the kitchen and shouted to her child, "Little brat, come here."

The child rolled his eyes and said, "You're the little brat."

Zhao Desan thought this little brat was fun. When he walked over, the child looked at them with strange eyes. Zhao Desan and Zhang Ai'ai looked at each other, both feeling a bit panicked. They only heard the child curiously say, "Mom, why is there so much wheat straw in your hair?"

Zhang Ai'ai glanced at Zhao Desan sideways, her eyes a bit charming, which made Zhao Desan feel very satisfied. He had handled so many young girls, but he hadn't tasted the feeling of being happy to the point of spasming like this.

Zhang Ai'ai lowered her head, picked the wheat straw from her hair, glanced sideways, and said, "You guys sit down first, the meal will be ready soon."

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Desan's mouth. He took a puff of his cigarette and looked at Zhang Ai'ai, who was walking into the kitchen, while puffing clouds. He had experienced those long legs and fat buttocks wrapped in washed-out white jeans; it really felt extraordinary and very enjoyable.

After Zhang Ai'ai finished the meal, she sent her son to the next room to do his homework, bolted the door from the outside, and came to the living room to sit next to Zhao Desan. Recalling the things on the wheat straw pile in the kitchen, she still had endless aftertastes. Her little heart pounded, and she secretly glanced at Zhao Desan from time to time.

"Stay... stay here tonight." Zhang Ai'ai said hesitantly, lowering her head shyly, not daring to look at Zhao Desan...