Chapter 4487

Zhao Desan suddenly felt a burst of warm breath hitting the back of his hand. That hot, somewhat itchy feeling immediately triggered a strange impulse, splashing in his body like firecrackers, making his body tremble involuntarily.

Zhao Desan felt Han Hongmei's breathing becoming more and more rapid, and the panting hitting the back of his hand becoming more and more scorching. The line of defense of reason that he was suppressing in his heart soon showed cracks. At this moment, there was only one word to describe the room: quiet. The atmosphere in the room was extremely quiet, a suffocating silence that gave him a sense of stifling dullness.

"Mm!" Zhao Desan couldn't help but let out a slight sound from his lips, trying to break this somewhat awkward atmosphere.

However, Han Hongmei seemed to have no reaction at all. Zhao Desan's hands had already quietly moved to the two upright peaks on Han Hongmei's chest, constantly undulating with these two round masses.

Seeing that Han Hongmei had no reaction, a wicked smile couldn't help but appear on his face, hehe... was she hinting at something to him? Thinking this, Zhao Desan felt extremely itchy in his heart, feeling the surrounding air becoming hotter and hotter, and the atmosphere becoming more and more oppressive, giving him a strong impulse to do something.

In such a scorching and ambiguous atmosphere, Zhao Desan's panting became heavier and heavier. The strong airflow carrying a man's breath hit Han Hongmei's white neck, making Han Hongmei tremble involuntarily, as if she had been electrocuted.

Zhao Desan's hands, which were stroking Han Hongmei's white neck, trembled slightly with her trembling body, and 'inadvertently' slid to a deeper place. That soft, pink hand made people's hearts ripple.

Hehe... A malicious, wicked smile appeared on Zhao Desan's face. He felt his throat was as dry as if it were about to catch fire. He licked his lips, his breathing became more and more irregular, and even the big treasure between his legs had quietly awakened. That swollen, hard feeling made him lower his head involuntarily, only to find that his big treasure was already as hard as iron. Because he was wearing a pair of big underpants at this time, the big treasure, which was as hard as iron, actually propped up a big tent in his underpants. The most unexpected thing was that the treasure was now tightly pressing against Han Hongmei's fragrant buttocks, which made Zhao Desan couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement. Even he himself didn't know when his little brother had made such a lewd movement without him noticing.

This guy! Zhao Desan muttered to his 'little brother' who was already restless in his heart. He thought, no wonder he felt Han Hongmei's body becoming tighter and tighter. It turned out the culprit was his little brother making trouble. Thinking of this, a lecherous smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Desan's mouth.

The surrounding atmosphere was extremely quiet, quiet enough to make people panic, quiet enough to hear each other's panting. The wisps of panting were like melodious and winding hidden sounds, exceptionally intoxicating in the quiet atmosphere.

"Cough cough!" Zhao Desan's throat was a bit itchy. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, coughed twice, forcibly suppressed the torrent in his heart, found a topic at random, and asked: "Secretary Han, you came to find me this morning, was it for others to see?"

Han Hongmei didn't expect Zhao Desan to suddenly ask about this matter in such an ambiguous atmosphere, which was really a mood-killer. However, after all, Han Hongmei was a mature woman of forty or fifty years old. Facing men, she still had very rich on-the-spot experience. Her emotions were not affected by Zhao Desan's words. She said with a smile: "This..." As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at Zhao Desan with a dazed smile.

(Chapter 2429: Disparity)!