Chapter 657

Seeing Tingting hung her head, her heart beating faster and her breathing gradually growing rapid. That budding spring heart of hers had already leaped to her throat. Unable to restrain herself, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded, and said in a faint, weak voice, "I want to."

"Seeing Tingting, you really have grown up; you've become a big girl." Zhao Desan began to stroke her back in an increasingly excessive manner, saying in a low voice with a wicked grin on his face. Slowly, he leaned his sturdy body against her shoulder, bit by bit, and tipped over to one side with force.

"Brother Desan... I... I know what you mean." Seeing Tingting said in a small voice, her face blushing with shame as she glanced at him sideways with those blurred apricot eyes. "You want to... want to do... that with me..." Seeing Tingting was too embarrassed to say the word directly, so she used "that" as a substitute.

"Seeing Tingting, Brother really misses you so much, that's why I thought of it." Zhao Desan said with a grand, righteous air. His sturdy body pressed her slender frame down bit by bit, and Seeing Tingting seemed to have no intention of resisting, following the momentum as she slowly tipped her body back onto the sofa. Bit by bit, his body pressed up on top of her...

After a bout of passionate, lingering tongue-kissing, Seeing Tingting's clothes had all been removed by him. She lay slightly curled up, stark naked, on the wide sofa, her face flushed red. She gazed at him with starry, affectionate eyes, appearing shy and bashful, like a flower bud waiting to bloom, waiting for the nourishment of sunlight and rain...

Seeing that the matter was about to reach its natural conclusion, Seeing Tingting's sudden action made Zhao Desan feel very surprised. For a moment, he was somewhat confused, looking at her like a monk who couldn't figure out the head of the puzzle, and asked, "Seeing Tingting, what's wrong?"

"Brother Desan, isn't this... isn't this not very good?" Seeing Tingting said suddenly, hesitating.

Zhao Desan was already at the point where the arrow was on the string and ready to fire. Being told this suddenly by her, he became somewhat anxious. In his urgency, he said, "What's not good about it? It's not the first time for Seeing Tingting and Brother. We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and Brother misses you very much. Just let Brother... let Brother do it."

Seeing Tingting had just been brought into a dreamlike, illusory sensation by his tongue. Doing this was just to show her reserve, and another point was that she was now a university student. She had received warnings from some sexually experienced female classmates, saying that when doing this, one must remember to take safety measures, otherwise, it would be hard to handle if she got pregnant. Seeing Zhao Desan sweating profusely from anxiety and looking at her with pleading eyes, Seeing Tingting's body was also burning and somewhat unable to bear it, so she stammered, "Then Brother Desan, you... you have to wear... wear a condom, okay?"

Wear a condom? How could Zhao Desan have expected that when the bullet was already in the chamber and about to be fired, she would suddenly use this method to make things difficult for him? He had slept with so many women—they were either decent young wives, divorced women, or young misses—and it wasn't like he was visiting a prostitute; he had never worn that thing before. Besides, thinking about it, wearing that rubber product definitely wouldn't be comfortable. Doing that deed separated by a layer of rubber, wasn't that just like scratching an itch through a boot? "Why? Besides... besides, where would I find that thing right now?" Zhao Desan said anxiously. That guy of his was already holding its head high, full of momentum, and ready to go to the battlefield. If he had to run downstairs to buy a condom and come back up, it would probably go on strike before it could wait. Love must have an ambiguous atmosphere to work. He clearly felt that Seeing Tingting's action had already affected the atmosphere of their lovemaking.

Seeing his anxious, sweating, and pitiful appearance, a sly smile squeezed out from the corner of Seeing Tingting's mouth, and she said in a shy, soft voice, "I... I have one here."

"You have one here?" Zhao Desan felt incredibly surprised. "Didn't you say... didn't you say that you and that boy didn't... didn't have anything happen?"