Chapter 6: Tonight... stay here tonight!

Seeing she didn't react, Zhao Desan grew bolder and began to knead her wantonly. Zhang Aiai's face flushed, her eyes dazed, and she said in a flustered, panicked voice, "The door, the front door is still open. Go close the door."

Zhao Desan planted a light kiss on her flushed earlobe, grinned, let her go, and felt overjoyed. He ran out to bolt the courtyard's wooden door from the inside and then quickly ran back into the kitchen.

Zhang Aiai looked flustered and dazed, her eyes drifting, a look of confusion in her pupils. She brushed a stray hair from her temple, feeling nervous. Even her breathing became a bit rapid, her full chest rising and falling with her breath. She stood by the chopping board, at a loss. After all, she was a woman, a thirty-year-old woman without a man by her side. Long-term lack of nourishment was like parched farmland; a rainstorm would be absorbed completely. She needed nourishment too much.

Zhao Desan hugged her. She was stunned for a moment, then timidly and slowly raised her arms to hug Zhao Desan back. That tall, sturdy frame and broad back made her feel so satisfied. Zhao Desan held her fair, tender face in his hands, looked at her, and then greedily devoured her full, sexy lips.

Zhao Desan kissed her while pushing her, slowly backing up to the pile of wheat straw in the kitchen. He pressed her down onto it, and the two rolled together in an embrace.

On that soul-stirring evening, the September sunset burned the horizon into a red color, just like Zhang Aiai's heart. Long-awaited rain after a drought allowed the long-lost passion to reignite, and her empty body was filled again and again...

It was Zhao Desan's first time lingering with such a thirsty, mature woman. As a young, vigorous man in his prime, he was in great shape, making Zhang Aiai twist her body on the wheat straw pile like a fish dying of thirst that had swum into the ocean, greedily drinking water and gasping for air, happy to the point of ecstasy.

"Knock, knock, knock." The wooden door was knocked, and Zhang Aiai's child's voice came through: "Mom, open the door. Why are you keeping the door closed?" ===== CHAPTER 23 =====