Chapter 377

"Anything." Zhao Desan chuckled.

So Su Qing walked gracefully to a corner of the living room, made a cup of coffee for him, brought it over, sat down next to him, and stared straight at him, asking, "Why did you suddenly come to the provincial capital today? Is it for a meeting or?"

"Didn't I say I came specifically to see Sister Su?" Zhao Desan said, picking up the coffee and taking a sip. He also stared straight at her. When men and women look at each other like this, it's easiest to spark a fire. Because of the extraordinary relationship between them, this spark burned fiercely, quickly igniting Zhao Desan's easily excited heart. He took a sip of coffee and held it in his mouth. The feeling was soft, like holding a woman's nipple in his mouth, making him unable to resist slowly swallowing this soft and silky coffee. He held the cup with both hands, feeling itchy in his heart, and stared straight at Su Qing with burning eyes.

Su Qing wasn't wearing her gold-rimmed glasses at home. Her phoenix eyes were long and bright, half-filled with affection, and a hint of blurriness appeared slightly. She extended a slender and small hand, took the cup from his hand, placed it on the table, and then gently held his hand.

"Sister Su, your hands are so warm." Zhao Desan said excitedly.

Su Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked even more coquettish and charming. While smiling with a blurry look, she moved closer to his side, turned her face, and stared at Zhao Desan with burning eyes.

Her body emitted the charming fragrance of a mature woman, and the milky-white silk pajama opened slightly at the neckline, revealing a small patch of skin that was even smoother and fairer than the pajama.

What man could resist the temptation of a beautiful mature woman, let alone the hot-blooded Zhao Desan? His easily impulsive heart was completely ignited by the stirring, and in his excitement, he hugged Su Qing and kissed her on her fair earlobe.

Su Qing's body seemed to have no bones. Once hugged by him, she shrank softly into his broad embrace, narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her sharp chin, and while twisting her neck, emitted comfortable gasps from deep in her throat, rubbing against his ears and temples.

Zhao Desan kissed from her earlobe to her neck while stroking her smooth thighs with his hands. Su Qing's face gradually became flushed. While twisting her neck and pushing her chest up, she grabbed his hand and slowly slid it up along her thighs.

"Baby, do you miss me?" Su Qing grabbed his hand and moved it towards the root of her thighs while breathing rapidly and asking.

"I miss you, I miss you to death, Sister Su."

"Kiss lower."

Su Qing gently pulled the belt of her pajama, and the soft and smooth milky-white silk slowly slipped off, half-exposing her fragrant shoulders and rising high under Zhao Desan's chin. Then she hugged his neck and pressed it down, moving his mouth to her chest.

Ice and snow skin, fair as jade, high and straight, the whole jade peak emitted waves of hot breath. A bloody mouth covered it impatiently, and Su Qing exhaled ten thousand years of hunger from her nostrils and throat.

The feeling became stronger and stronger, her body was burning, as if it were on fire, and her heart felt as if someone had drilled into it and pricked it gently with a needle tip, restless. She let go of his neck, moved her other hand slowly up along the hem of her pajama, and rubbed gently in the center of her silk leopard-print thong, emitting even louder breathing sounds.

She put her hand on the top of his head, pressed down gently, and groaned, "Baby, lower."

Zhao Desan's mouth moistened her elastic lotus room for a moment, then slowly slid down, using the tip of his tongue to gently point like water along her body, slowly moving down, moistening her smooth belly and lower abdomen, leaving his saliva on every inch of her skin, and making her body rise and fall under his tongue tip, constantly emitting low and comfortable groans from her nostrils.

After receiving a round of moistening, Su Qing lay satisfied on the sofa, panting. After resting for a while, when her breath was smoother, she said, "Go wash up."