Chapter 51

Zhao Desan asked, "Do you often want to be beaten up?"

Ma Ting shook her head and said, "I don't want that at all!"

Zhao Desan said, "That's right, so in the future, associate less with those people in society. You're still so young; there's no benefit in messing around with them!"

Ma Ting sat up straight, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "You also know I'm still so young, yet that night you still did that to me. That was my first time, oh."

After hearing this, Zhao Desan tilted his face and said with a wicked smile, "That was because we were drinking, didn't you know there's a saying about losing control after drinking?"

Ma Ting raised her eyebrows and said suspiciously, "It seems you weren't drunk, were you?"

Zhao Desan denied it vehemently, saying, "Who said that? I was drunk too. It would be strange if I didn't get drunk after drinking so much."

They soon arrived at the gate of Ma Ting's villa. The car stopped, and Zhao Desan got out first, calling out, "Be careful." There was a pile of dog poop on the ground.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Desan followed behind Ma Ting into the house. Ma Lan was watching TV in the living room. Hearing the door, she turned her head and was full of surprise to see Zhao Desan and her daughter Ma Ting returning together. Her lips moved a few times as she asked, "Why are you two together?"

Zhao Desan deliberately showed off his heroic deeds in front of Ma Lan. Ma Lan scolded Ma Ting a few times, and Ma Ting turned her head, feigning anger, and rushed into her room, closing the door.

Ma Lan invited Zhao Desan to sit on the sofa, got up to brew him tea, brought it over, sat down, and whispered, "Little man, I didn't expect you to be so capable."

Zhao Desan smiled wickedly and triumphantly, "I'm not just capable at doing that, haha."

Ma Lan reminded him, "Keep your voice down, don't let Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting hear."

Ma Ting suddenly opened the bedroom door, stood at the entrance with an angry face, and shouted at him, "Zhao Desan! Come in here for a second!"

Ma Lan and Zhao Desan looked at each other. Zhao Desan chuckled, feeling a bit nervous and expectant, and walked over, entering Ma Ting's room.

Once inside, Ma Ting closed the door, leaned against it, looked up, stared straight at him, pouted, and ordered him in a commanding tone, "Kiss me."

Zhao Desan held up ten fingers to his lips and shushed, "Keep it down, don't let your mother hear."

Ma Ting pouted and glared at him, still in a commanding tone, whispering, "Kiss me, did you hear?"

Zhao Desan deliberately put on a miserable face, smiled bitterly, and asked in a low voice, "My young lady, where should I kiss?"

Ma Ting glared at him and said, "Kiss my mouth, you stinky hooligan, where did you want to kiss?"

Zhao Desan smiled bitterly and shook his head, but his heart was full of expectation. Looking at her seventeen-year-old girl's unique rosy lips, he really wanted to try the green taste of a peach that hadn't yet ripened.

Zhao Desan shuffled toward her. Ma Ting closed her big eyes, raised her chin, and pouted her rosy cherry mouth. Zhao Desan approached, supported himself with his hands on both sides of her shoulders, and slowly brought his mouth close to Ma Ting's. Gradually, he could smell the unique fragrance on the young girl, a bit of a milky scent, like the breath of someone who hadn't yet been weaned. After touching her lips, Ma Ting opened her mouth slightly, stretched out a soft, wet, and slippery tongue, and gently nudged Zhao Desan's lips with the tip of her tongue...