Chapter 5327

Wang Ping's boudoir at home was still filled with an alluring fragrance. Although the furniture wasn't a high-end brand, it was neatly arranged and wiped clean, giving people a very fresh and pleasant feeling.

Wang's mother personally brought a basin of hot water for Zhao Desan to wash. Zhao Desan simply washed his face and lay on the bed. At this time, he faintly felt that the wound was hurting, so he wanted to light a cigarette to suppress it, but thinking that this was Wang Ping's boudoir, he was afraid of polluting the air and was embarrassed to smoke.

After about half an hour, just when Zhao Desan was lying on the bed recalling the time Wang Ping crawled into the quilt that night, the room door suddenly rang, and then Wang Ping walked in with a smile. Her hair was a bit wet, and it was clear that she had just taken a shower, and her body emitted an alluring fragrance. Zhao Desan couldn't help but think that this Wang Ping was a woman who liked cleanliness. She took a shower even though it was so cold at night.

"You lie down, I'll apply medicine for you!" Wang Ping sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, pressed Zhao Desan to prevent him from getting up, and then pointed to Zhao Desan's chest and laughed, "Lift your clothes."

"I'd better not. I changed the medicine this morning." Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, his expression appearing slightly embarrassed. Although he still had that kind of idea about Wang Ping in his heart, he didn't know why, but seeing Wang Ping taking care of him like her own younger brother, he felt a bit contradictory.

With a very contradictory mood, Zhao Desan's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the two towering peaks on Wang Ping's chest. His gaze drifted and wandered on Wang Ping's round chest. She was wearing a thick coat on the outside and only a bright red cotton underwear on the inside. Because her chest was too surging, she could see some spring light leaking from the neckline, which was very white and tender and very dazzling.

Seeing that Zhao Desan didn't move, Wang Ping giggled, and went to pull the quilt on Zhao Desan's body. The cold, soft, tender hand reached into the warm quilt. The moment it touched Zhao Desan's body, Zhao Desan felt his whole body's blood boiling.

"Sister Wang, really don't!" That itchy feeling made Zhao Desan feel flustered, and he didn't dare to laugh out loud. Wang Ping's boneless, tender hands made him restless, and he really wanted to press this pretty widow on the bed and stab her fiercely. But this was the Wang family, and it wouldn't be good if he alarmed Wang Ping's parents, so he endured the impulse in his heart and politely declined Wang Ping's kindness.

Seeing Zhao Desan's unbearable expression, Wang Ping didn't know why she found it funny, so she deliberately touched the soft part of Zhao Desan's body.

Seeing Wang Ping's charming appearance, without any intention of stopping, Zhao Desan couldn't help but think secretly, if you don't leave a line for others, don't blame me for treating you the way you treat others. If I don't give you some color tonight, I'll be less than a beast.

Thinking this way, Zhao Desan suddenly felt evil from the side of his courage. A pair of big hands stretched out from the quilt, quickly wrapped around Wang Ping's slender and soft waist, pulled her gently toward him, and two big hands went straight to Wang Ping's armpits to tickle her.

"Giggle…" Wang Ping couldn't help but let out a series of silver-bell-like laughter from being tickled by Zhao Desan, but as soon as she laughed, she hurriedly covered her mouth. She was also afraid that her family would hear the movement of the two in the room.

She covered her mouth with one hand, wanting to struggle up from Zhao Desan's body, but knowing that Zhao Desan was injured, so her struggle wasn't very big. Seeing Wang Ping's weak appearance, Zhao Desan's evil thoughts couldn't help but become stronger, and his two big hands wiped into her soft armpits and reached Wang Ping's big white rabbits on her chest.

Damn! Vacuum! The soft and elastic hand feel without any barrier immediately shocked Zhao Desan, realizing that she had just taken a shower and didn't even wear a bra, so she went into battle in a vacuum.

"Ah…" Wang Ping let out a moaning struggle. If Wang Ping was half-pushing and half-refusing just now, now it seemed that she was a bit defeated by Zhao Desan's attack. Her whole body softened on Zhao Desan's body, her face was flushed, and a heart-intoxicating fragrance was exhaled from her cherry lips, spraying gently onto Zhao Desan's face, which simply made Zhao Desan lose his mind.

Although it was still separated by the quilt, Zhao Desan could still clearly feel the texture brought by that soft body, and an evil thought couldn't help but surge in his heart, wanting to rub this mature, hot body completely into his own body.

Wang Ping didn't dare to make any big movements, nor did she have the strength to make big movements. She could only twist subconsciously and said vaguely, "Good brother, stop playing, hurry up and let me down. It won't be good if you break the wound and hurt yourself later."

"That won't do. You have to be treated the way you bullied me just now." Zhao Desan couldn't listen to anything at this time, and the blood in his bones had already surged.

One of his hands kneaded the white, tender meat on Wang Ping's chest. The soft and elastic hand feel violently hit his nerve cells. Another big hand at the same time followed her waistline and silently slipped into the tight cotton long johns on her lower body. The red slim-fit cotton long johns wrapped Wang Ping's round buttocks exceptionally tightly. After circling the buttock curve twice, Zhao Desan's ghost-like hand explored the last line of defense—the soft little panties. Just as he continued to explore inside, a voice suddenly echoed in his ears again: "Brother Zhao, I beg you not to bully my sister, don't hurt her." Zhao Desan's big hand suddenly stopped without any warning.

And Wang Ping was giggling on Zhao Desan's body at this time. That laughter was so charming and moving, so heart-shaking. If it were any other woman, Zhao Desan would have pressed her under his body and stabbed her fiercely, but at this time, he was a bit indifferent.

"Little Zhao, why don't you continue?" Wang Ping realized that Zhao Desan seemed a bit wrong, and she wasn't in a hurry to climb off his body, but looked at Zhao Desan, who was in a daze, with that gaze like silk and said coquettishly.

Damn it! It's delivered to the door, don't take it for nothing! Zhao Desan hardened his heart, came back to his senses, looked at this fox-like young widow lying on his body, and that hand reached in fiercely. Today, he was completely stimulated by this young widow to have strong desires, but after his hand reached into Wang Ping's little panties, his whole heart cooled down, because after he reached in along the gap between the two, he actually touched the 'little angel.' It turned out that Wang Ping happened to be inconvenient today and had her period.

Even if Zhao Desan was more of a beast and more unable to endure desire, it was impossible for him to eat her at this time. This basin of cold water poured down, making him feel a bit dispirited. Although the little steel cannon below him was still standing tall, he knew that he was destined to suffer for another night tonight.

"You are already injured, and you still want that kind of thing, bad guy." Wang Ping laughed for a while before climbing off Zhao Desan's body, took a medicine box from the bedside table, took out a medicine box from it, dipped a cotton swab in it, and said, "Better be obedient and apply medicine. This medicine is a folk prescription my dad asked from a barefoot doctor. Wang Bo used to go out and fight often, and he always came back with injuries, but it was fine soon after applying a little, but the smell is a bit strong."

Zhao Desan pulled up his clothes in a broken-pot-broken-further manner. Wang Ping first wiped the wound with a hot towel, washed the original medicine on the wound with water, and then carefully applied the ointment to it with a cotton swab.

"And you said it wasn't serious. Such a big opening, if you don't handle it well, I'm afraid it will leave a scar in the future." Wang Ping seemed to sigh with some heartache, feeling very sorry for Zhao Desan.

"What does it matter if a man has some injuries on his body." Zhao Desan smiled, and that cool feeling spread from the wound to his whole body, and the dryness and heat in his lower body gradually disappeared.

Wang Ping's movements were very fast, and it only took a few minutes to apply the medicine, and then she said with a smile, "I'll leave a box for you when you leave tomorrow. You can take it back and apply it yourself. It's better than ordinary medicine water, and it won't leave scars."

(Chapter 2896: Really Don't Want It)!