Chapter 4775

Yao Beina looked down and finally saw Zhao Desan gently supporting his left arm with his right hand, his left wrist red and swollen. She hurriedly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm and saw that Zhao Desan's entire left arm was red and swollen like a white radish. She knitted her delicate eyebrows and asked worriedly, "How did you do this? How did your arm get swollen like this!" Her tone carried a hint of reproach.

"I accidentally fell and bumped my arm," Zhao Desan said with a grin, telling a lie. Naturally, he couldn't tell her the truth.

"Do you have any safflower oil here? Let me rub some on for you," Yao Beina looked at him with heartache and asked.

Zhao Desan said, "I don't know, why don't you look for it?"

Yao Beina glared at him reproachfully, got up, and rummaged through the small room looking for safflower oil. Fortunately, it didn't take long before she found a bottle of unopened safflower oil in a desk drawer. She opened it and walked over, saying, "Rubbing some safflower oil will help the swelling go down faster."

Watching Yao Beina focus on rubbing safflower oil on his swollen left arm, Zhao Desan felt warm in his heart. He thought, if there were such a woman who knew how to care for and be considerate of him by his side every day, how good that would be. Although he basically met Sister Wu every day at work, she was, after all, a married woman with a family, and as the District Party Secretary, his relationship with her couldn't see the light of day either.

Yao Beina's right hand dipped into the safflower oil and rubbed forcefully on Zhao Desan's swollen arm. Her open black windbreaker swayed, and the two bulging "big white rabbits" wrapped in her floral shirt swayed up and down, making Zhao Desan's heart itch. For a moment, he didn't even feel the piercing pain in his arm.

Yao Beina carefully rubbed the safflower oil on Zhao Desan's left arm. When she raised her head, a layer of fine, fragrant sweat had soaked her forehead. Seeing Zhao Desan staring at her with lust, she couldn't help but feel shy and said, "What are you looking at!"

Looking at the youthful, beautiful, and stunning beauty sitting in front of him, at thirty years old, which is when a man's fire is at its strongest, how could Zhao Desan's heart not ripple?

"Nana, I want..." Zhao Desan stared at her with lust, a wicked smile on his lips.

"Your arm is almost broken, and you still want that!" Although Zhao Desan only said half the sentence and didn't say the rest, Yao Beina knew exactly what he was thinking. She rolled her eyes and said shyly.

Zhao Desan looked at her with a cheeky smile and said, "My arm is broken, it's fine as long as what's below isn't broken."

Hearing Zhao Desan's somewhat lewd words, Yao Beina's face turned red, feeling a bit hot. She lifted her eyelids to glance at him, lowered her head, and didn't know what to say. In fact, how could she not want it? The few times she had been with Zhao Desan were the most unforgettable moments for her.

Seeing Yao Beina stop talking, Zhao Desan reached out his right hand and blocked her. Yao Beina's body leaned toward Zhao Desan's arms involuntarily. The two soon hugged together. Before she could even look at him, Zhao Desan's large mouth came up and blocked her red, fragrant lips. "Mmm, mmm..." Yao Beina struggled slightly, her hands hugged Zhao Desan's body, and she stopped resisting.

Zhao Desan kissed her sweet lips, and their bodies began to entwine. At the same time, his hand quietly reached toward Yao Beina's chest, unbuttoned the floral shirt she was wearing inside with one hand, revealing the lace trim of her black bra. While kissing her, he slowly pressed her down onto the sofa. Yao Beina was like a controlled doll, slowly falling down, feeling Zhao Desan's mouth, breathing with a man's scent, gently sweeping along her earlobes, neck, and collarbone, all the way to her chest, hungrily devouring the edges of the mountains wrapped in her bra.

"Undo it..." Yao Beina breathed slightly and gave Zhao Desan an order. Zhao Desan's right hand bypassed her armpit, reached under her back, and quickly felt the iron hook of the bra along her smooth, hot spine. As Yao Beina's back arched slightly, he pinched it gently with his thumb and index finger. With a 'pop,' the bra that had been tightly binding her two snow-white breasts became loose. He then pushed down with his chin, and the two snow-white, soft beauties came into view.

After arching for a while in the mountain valley between the two peaks, Zhao Desan changed positions, gently biting the small strawberry on the peak, and pulled his right hand from under her, rhythmically tapping the other small strawberry.

"Mmm... don't..." That electric feeling made Yao Beina let out a low moan.