Chapter 658

With Seeing Tingting saying that, Zhao Desan suspected that Seeing Tingting was lying to him. She was probably already slept with by that boy long ago. Perhaps the place she was living in was actually where the two of them were cohabiting. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan felt somewhat deflated and looked at Seeing Tingting with an angry face.

"We didn't... it's just that my classmate sometimes comes over with her boyfriend to borrow my place to stay, and they left that thing behind." Seeing Tingting said bashfully. "I'll go get it for you." Saying this, she pushed herself up from the sofa with her arms and walked into the bedroom stark naked.

This reason was plausible enough, so Zhao Desan didn't think much more about it. Anyway, since he had already come here today, he couldn't go back with regrets, could he? He regained his spirit, turned around, and walked directly into the bedroom. Seeing Tingting was searching in the bedside cabinet for the condom her classmate had left behind, and he hugged her tightly from behind all of a sudden.

After enjoying it, Seeing Tingting lay on the edge of the bed, panting and savoring the pleasure from just a moment ago. Because he was afraid Seeing Tingting might get pregnant, when he released, he deliberately held back the impulse to reach the deepest point and pulled his guy out a bit, discharging at the entrance of the cave. He panted heavily, slowly pulled his guy out of the very tight petal cave, walked forward, flicked Seeing Tingting's head, and asked her with a wicked grin, "Seeing Tingting, did it feel good?"

Seeing Tingting gave him a sideways glance with a flushed face and nodded shyly. Zhao Desan smiled triumphantly and sat down on the edge of the bed to rest for a while. At this moment, Seeing Tingting's mobile phone rang. She dragged her soft, powerless body out, took the phone out of her handbag, and took a look at the caller. She was suddenly somewhat panicked, covered her chest, took a few long breaths, and answered the phone, saying gently, "What's wrong?"

"Uh, I... I just walked up the stairs, and I'm panting from exhaustion." Seeing Tingting told a lie to the person on the other end of the phone. Zhao Desan understood that it must have been her boyfriend calling. Fearing that the boy might come over and discover this scene, he took advantage of the time she was on the phone to wipe himself below with toilet paper and put on his pants.

"You don't need to come for now. I'm going downstairs and heading out immediately. I'll call you again tonight." Seeing Tingting rejected her boyfriend's request to come over and hung up the phone in a hurry.

After Seeing Tingting finished the call, he walked forward and asked with a wicked grin, "Was that your boyfriend calling?"

"Yeah." Seeing Tingting nodded shyly with a red face. "I... I can't let him know."

"Don't worry, Sister Ting, today's events are known only to you, me, heaven, and earth. No one else will know." Zhao Desan said.

"Brother Desan, in the future... in the future, let's not do such stupid things again, okay?" Seeing Tingting said with her head lowered. After calming down from the passionate lovemaking, Seeing Tingting felt that doing this was really somewhat unfair to her boyfriend. After all, she was a university student now, and she felt that this kind of thing wasn't very honorable.

Zhao Desan patted her smooth cheek gently and said, "I know. Brother really missed you too much today, that's why... that's why I did something stupid. It won't happen again."

Today, it was just seeing that Seeing Tingting's figure had developed so well that he had a temporary whim. Since he had already tasted it, that sense of novelty was gone.

"Brother Desan, you sit for a while. I'm going to take a shower. It's all sticky down there from you, it's killing me with discomfort." Seeing Tingting said shyly, turning around and walking toward the bathroom.

"Seeing Tingting, your boyfriend won't come, will he?" Zhao Desan suddenly called out to her after she had walked two steps, asking with some concern.

Seeing Tingting stopped, turned her head, and said, "He won't. I won't let him come over."

"That's good then. You go take your shower." Zhao Desan finally felt relieved. He sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and savored the indescribable feeling from just a moment ago while blowing smoke.

Zhao Desan smoked his cigarette and looked over the room Seeing Tingting was living in. The furniture inside was all new. A bookshelf stood against the wall in the living room, with some books placed on it. Although there weren't many, one could tell from this layout that Seeing Tingting was quite fond of reading, which formed a sharp contrast to the current habit of the whole society generally disliking reading. Having experienced so many women, Zhao Desan had also summarized a principle: women who are flirtatious in their bones aren't necessarily bad women. Their nature might be very kind. For example, Bai Ling: her own conditions were so good, yet she still relied on her own thin strength to bitterly support such a broken family. If it were other women, they would have probably abandoned that family and left with a rich man long ago. For example, Ma Lan: although she didn't hesitate to sell her body for the sake of her career achievements, that was also out of helplessness. Situated in the complex upper-class society, if she didn't do that, if she didn't pay the price, she could be framed by others at any time and squeezed out by the upper-class society. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan had some understanding of Ma Lan's actions in his heart. Thinking about it more carefully, the reason he had always refused to answer her calls was that he always felt she had betrayed him. Actually, how could this be considered companionship? He had helped Ma Lan's coal business a lot, but when he was just a small staff member who had just entered the Coal Bureau, Sister Lan had already been very good to him, never putting on any airs, and was very approachable. Besides, the relationship between him and Sister Lan was merely because they had mutual affection for each other that such things always happened. Looking back and thinking about it again, he had possessed Seeing Tingting under the drive of desire, and even after knowing that Seeing Tingting and Sister Lan were mother and daughter, he still maintained that relationship which violated ethical morals. If one had to say it was wrong, it should be himself, and Sister Lan didn't owe him anything.

Thinking like this, Zhao Desan felt a bit annoyed. He took a puff of his cigarette, shook his head, and thought to himself not to let his imagination run wild. Today, under the drive of desire, he had once again had this kind of relationship with Seeing Tingting, which was his own fault. Realizing his mistake clearly, he decided never to have any improper thoughts about Seeing Tingting again. After all, she had grown up, entered university, and should have her own feelings and life. Today, let's just consider it as having lost his head and reliving the feeling from back then.

Extinguishing the cigarette, Zhao Desan got up and walked forward, coming to the bookshelf in the living room. There weren't many books placed on it. A small portion were social-type books, and the rest were mostly about fashion design. This made him feel quite curious. With so many fashion design books, he really didn't know Seeing Tingting liked fashion design.

He wasn't interested in fashion design books, so he pulled out a book he liked from the social-type books and flipped through it casually. This was a book he had always wanted to buy but never found the time to go and buy specifically. It was a book by Teacher Yu Dan about traditional culture and life. He had watched Teacher Yu Dan's lectures on the "Hundred Schools of Thought" before, and Zhao Desan liked them very much. He had always wanted to buy one of her books to read carefully and understand the life principles within it, but because of many things, it was delayed and he hadn't bought it.

So, he picked up this book and began to read it with great interest, standing by the bookshelf. He had only read the first sentence when he was attracted into it, and he didn't even notice when Seeing Tingting came out of the shower and arrived in front of him.

"Brother Desan, what are you looking at, reading so seriously?" Seeing Tingting said with a laugh.

Her voice interrupted Zhao Desan's reading. He closed the book, turned his face, and said with a smile, "Just looking at something casually." He saw that Seeing Tingting had finished her shower and had returned to her normal state. The light makeup on her face had also been washed off. Her eyebrows were clear, her eyes were moving, and she appeared particularly clear and pure. She had also changed into a light-colored dress, which set off her figure to be slender and upright. Standing beside her, she was as graceful as a lotus flower emerging from the water, unstained by dust, and was a completely different person from the fashionable young lady who had been wearing light makeup and appearing somewhat flirtatious just a moment ago. At this moment, he still liked her current appearance; she really appeared particularly pure, making him reluctant to have even a trace of improper thoughts.

"By the way, Seeing Tingting, I see you have so many books on this bookshelf. Do you like them very much usually?" He asked Seeing Tingting.

"No, they're for decoration." Seeing Tingting said with a modest smile. "I bought them and put them on the bookshelf, but I haven't really read them much."