Chapter 5: Dry Tinder Meets Blazing Fire!

Zhao Desan was supposed to get 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, when there were fewer people on the bus, Zhang Aiai found a seat, and there happened to be an empty one next to her. Zhao Desan felt his chance had come, so he pretended to sit down casually. Their legs touched from time to time, making both their hearts beat faster.

As the bus jolted, Zhao Desan deliberately moved his leg to touch hers, wanting to test her slightly. As soon as he made contact, Zhang Aiai realized he was doing it on purpose. She tilted her head, her ears turning red, and looked at Zhao Desan with a dazed, bewildered gaze.

Zhao Desan pretended to be embarrassed and smiled, saying, "Sister Ai, I'm sorry."

Zhang Aiai squeezed a faint smile from the corner of her mouth. That smile was too intoxicating—a smile unique to a mature woman that could melt cold ice and snow, instantly making Zhao Desan feel itchy inside.

The bus arrived at the stop. Zhang Aiai stood up and said, "Little Zhao, I'm at my stop. It's the terminal. 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, got off the bus first, and waited by the roadside for Zhang Aiai to get off.

The moment Zhang Aiai stepped from the bus to the ground, her body bent slightly, and the spring scenery in her neckline was revealed. A pair of fair, tender mounds swayed, making Zhao Desan even more infatuated with this mature woman who felt cold yet alluring.

Sometimes Zhao Desan 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 dazed and intoxicated.

"Does Sister Ai live around here?"

Zhao Desan waited for her to get off the bus and struck up a conversation.

"Mm, do you live here too?" Zhang Aiai reached behind her back to adjust her shoulder strap through her clothes and smiled embarrassedly.

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

Zhang Aiai was amused by him and became more open. A bright smile, the likes of which he had never seen, appeared on her face, making her look surprisingly beautiful.

"What are you thinking about? How could you miss your stop?" Zhang Aiai asked with concern after she finished laughing.

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

When Zhao Desan asked this, Zhang Aiai's willow-leaf eyebrows knitted together, as if she had fallen into deep thought. Her expression looked a bit gloomy. She paused for a moment, 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 Aiai retracted her dejected expression, raised her face, looked straight at him with her phoenix eyes, squeezed a faint smile from the corner of her mouth, and said, "I'm cooking at home. Why don't you come home with me for dinner?"

Zhao Desan couldn't have asked for more. He was secretly delighted, but he had some reservations, fearing there might be others at her home, so he smiled and said, "Sister Ai, wouldn't that be inconvenient?"

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

Zhao Desan was relieved and followed her toward her home.

Zhang Aiai's home was in a village on the outskirts of the city—a large house with a small courtyard. The courtyard was planted with flowers and plants, and there was a small vegetable garden. The environment was quite quiet, but the conditions looked average, like the living standard of an ordinary peasant family. To be precise, she was a rural young married woman living on the outskirts of the city, but she didn't look like a village woman. The mature charm and the coldness exuded from her bones were not something ordinary rural women could have.

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

Zhao Desan thought wickedly and slipped 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 round, tight buttocks wrapped in washed-out jeans, and he could hardly bear it. After some consideration, he thought that even if she didn't agree, she probably wouldn't tell her cousin Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Ailing. He gathered his courage, quietly stepped inside, walked behind her, and embraced her from behind. His hands grabbed the soft mounds on her chest—warm, soft, and extremely comfortable. His lower body was also pressed against her buttocks.

Zhang Aiai's hand holding the kitchen knife stopped cutting, and her body trembled violently, but she did not resist. Being grabbed so suddenly by Zhao Desan on her full lotus-like breasts, her heart pounded like a deer, and she swallowed her saliva. A pile of dry tinder that had been left for too long suddenly met a flame, and it was ignited instantly! ===== CHAPTER 22 =====