Chapter 900: Panic-stricken

Lan Mei smiled with relief, her face flushed. Seeing that Zhao Desan had finished the rice in his bowl, she said, "I'll get you some more rice." As she spoke, she stood up and bent over to take his bowl. Because her pajamas were smooth and soft, her neckline hung down loosely as she bent over, revealing a large gap. Zhao Desan's gaze looked straight in, without bias, and he saw the "big white rabbits" hidden under her pajamas, wrapped in a black lace-trimmed bra. As she bent over, they hung in front of her chest, big and round, as if they were about to break free from the bra. They were simply top-notch. This fiery scene deeply attracted his gaze, making him stare at her neckline in a daze. It wasn't until Lan Mei picked up his bowl that she discovered Zhao Desan was staring at her chest with glowing eyes. She immediately realized that her "spring scenery" had been exposed when she bent over. Her face turned red instantly, and she turned around with the bowl to get him more rice. She didn't know why, but being seen by a man in her own home, thinking of that scene, Lan Mei felt her heart pounding like a deer. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she was even distracted while serving the rice. It wasn't until his bowl was piled high with rice that she came to her senses. She turned around, her face flushed with shyness, and placed the bowl in front of him, lowering her head, not daring to look directly into Zhao Desan's glowing eyes.

Zhao Desan glanced at the bowl of rice in front of him, which was piled so high it was about to overflow. Having already eaten a meal before and having eaten quite a bit just now, he couldn't help but burp. Looking at Director Lan again, she was already flushed with shyness. Zhao Desan knew that with Director Lan's alcohol tolerance, two half-glasses of red wine wouldn't make her face that red. The only reason was that he had seen her exposed "spring scenery" just now. So, a sly smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he said with a laugh, "Director Lan, eat some food. Why aren't you using your chopsticks?"

Director Lan was stunned for a moment, gave an "oh," smiled with an awkward expression, picked up her chopsticks, and absentmindedly picked up a piece of food and put it into her mouth.

Zhao Desan felt that with this bottle of red wine, even if it were drunk dry, it wouldn't necessarily make Director Lan drunk. He had to think of a way. The opportunity was rare. The swan meat that had reached his mouth last night had flown away, and having missed such a hard-to-find opportunity, he had to think of a way to seize this hard-won opportunity today, no matter what. While eating calmly, he began to calculate in his mind how to make Director Lan submit.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Desan thought about pretending to be drunk and refusing to leave Director Lan's home, then feigning drunkenness to hug, hold, and kiss her. If she resisted too violently, he would stop. If she didn't resist much, he would take advantage of the situation and try to win her over in one go.

So Zhao Desan chatted with Lan Mei while drinking. Anyway, Sister Su was out socializing today and said she wouldn't be back until very late, so Zhao Desan wasn't in a hurry. He knew that haste makes waste, so he chatted while eating, like boiling a frog in warm water, trying to steer the topic toward the relationship between men and women. Lan Mei was slowly led into his trap, opening her heart and saying that as a woman, she sometimes felt quite empty. Living alone in such a big house, she always felt uneasy sleeping at night and really wanted a man to accompany her.

The bottle of red wine was almost finished. Before it was finished, to make his act more realistic, Zhao Desan deliberately pretended to be gradually getting confused, appearing as if he had drunk too much. He squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Director Lan, if I could find a woman like you to be my wife in this life, I would be satisfied."

Lan Mei had already had her psychological defenses loosened by Zhao Desan's sweet talk. Seeing him praise her like this while drunk, she felt very pleased. She smiled enchantingly and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, have you drunk too much? Are you talking nonsense?"

Zhao Desan looked at her with a grin, deliberately rolling his eyes slightly, appearing drunk, and said, "I haven't drunk too much. I'm speaking from the heart. Director Lan, you are not only beautiful and have a good figure, but you can also cook such delicious food and keep the house so spotless. You have too many virtues. If I... if I could find a woman like you, Director Lan, to be my wife, this life of mine would be worth it."

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, you've drunk too much, talking nonsense." Lan Mei saw him looking at her drunkenly, "babbling nonsense," but she felt very pleased in her heart, looking at him with a coquettish expression.

"I... I'm not talking nonsense. I just... just feel a bit dizzy." As he spoke, Zhao Desan pretended to be so drunk that he slumped onto the table, performing the state of drunkenness so realistically and vividly that Lan Mei didn't have the slightest doubt. Seeing him slumped on the table, she asked with concern, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, are you okay? Why don't I help you into the room to rest for a while?"

"I'm dizzy, so uncomfortable. Why... why am I not drunk after drinking white liquor, but I feel so uncomfortable after drinking just this little bit of red wine?" Zhao Desan looked at Director Lan with drifting eyes and said drunkenly.

Lan Mei didn't see at all that this was just his trick. She knew that some people were very good at drinking white liquor but couldn't drink red wine, so she didn't doubt at all that this was deliberately faked. She stood up, walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, get up and go into my room to lie down for a while."

Zhao Desan burped, struggled to stand up with his hands on the table, but then swayed unsteadily as if he were about to fall. Lan Mei, who was on the side, quickly held his arm and said, "Be careful, let me help you." As she spoke, she wrapped one hand around his waist and put his arm over her smooth, fragrant shoulder with the other, dragging Zhao Desan's tall body carefully toward her boudoir.

With his head lowered, Zhao Desan, pretending to be limp and powerless, opened his eyes slightly to peek at Lan Mei, who was struggling. A sly, wicked smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he closed his eyes again, making heavy breathing sounds. He deliberately leaned his limp body against her sexy figure in camisole pajamas, resting his arm on her bare fragrant shoulder. He could feel the faint temperature radiating from her skin. Every now and then, a light touch made him feel that her skin was truly too smooth, just like the soft silk pajamas she was wearing. It was extremely smooth and felt great. Even the skin on her shoulders was so delicate; one could imagine what her figure under the pajamas was like...

Enjoying being helped by Lan Mei's soft body into her fragrant boudoir, Zhao Desan was carefully laid flat on the bed by Lan Mei after getting close to the bedside. Because Zhao Desan's body was too tall, Lan Mei was pulled by his weight when she bent over to lay him down, losing her balance and falling forward, pressing onto his body and landing on the bed with him.

For Zhao Desan, this was an unexpected harvest. He didn't expect Director Lan to be so proactive in "throwing herself into his arms." A pair of plump, upright "big white rabbits" pressed squarely onto his face, making Zhao Desan almost unable to breathe. That strange, charming scent was like a love potion, making Zhao Desan intoxicated. He suddenly widened his eyes and confronted Lan Mei's nervous gaze, then immediately closed his eyes, fearing she would see through his trick of pretending to be drunk.

With his mouth pressed against her chest, Lan Mei was extremely embarrassed. She immediately scrambled up in a panic, brushed the hair by her ears, her face flushed, and stammered nervously, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you should rest for a while." As she spoke, she turned to walk out. Zhao Desan grabbed her wrist and said drunkenly and confusedly, "Director Lan, don't go... I... I really want to hug you... can you satisfy this wish of mine?"

Lan Mei was stunned when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She was still panic-stricken from falling and pressing her chest onto his mouth, and now that he had grabbed her wrist, her heart started pounding like a deer, extremely panicked. She wanted to walk out quickly, but felt as if her legs were fixed to the spot and couldn't be pulled up.

Such a tall and handsome man was lying on the bed in her boudoir. She didn't have any objections to him in the first place, and he had taken risks to help her so much. All these things combined made Lan Mei feel an inexplicable sense of closeness to him. She suddenly wanted him to hug her with that thick chest. So, she blushed, stammered, and said in a very low voice, "Just... just for a moment."

"Hmm." Zhao Desan squinted his eyes, looking drunk. He pretended to struggle hard to get up from the bed, then suddenly hugged Lan Mei from behind, lowered his head, and rested his chin weakly on Lan Mei's fragrant shoulder, breathing heavily, inhaling the faint fragrance radiating from her hair tips and neck. It smelled too good, like fine wine aged for many years, making one intoxicated.

How could Zhao Desan be satisfied with just smelling her scent? He moved his mouth bit by bit closer to her slightly reddened earlobe, opened his mouth slightly, and began to gently suck on her fleshy earlobe. A tingling sensation like an electric shock instantly swept through Lan Mei's central nervous system. Her body trembled slightly, and while reaching out to separate Zhao Desan's hands that were hugging her water-snake waist, she said with disordered breathing, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, that's enough, let go quickly."

Zhao Desan pretended to be very drunk, lying on her shoulder, his nostrils emitting heavy breathing due to excitement. While sucking gently on her ear as she twisted her neck to dodge, his two arms clamped onto her soft water-snake waist like crab pincers, refusing to let go. At the same time, he pressed his already aroused "big treasure" against her plump, perky buttocks. Separated by only a thin layer of silk fabric, he could clearly feel her buttocks were soft and elastic, just like her body, radiating scorching heat.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, let go quickly, don't be like this, you've drunk too much, let go quickly." Facing Zhao Desan's relentless attack, Lan Mei struggled in his arms in a panic, but was held tightly by him. She didn't know why, but she wanted to struggle, yet the strength in her body suddenly disappeared, and she couldn't exert any force at all. She just gently pressed her elbow against his belly, struggling with rapid breathing.

"Director Lan, I miss you, I want you." Zhao Desan breathed heavily, while gently rubbing his "big treasure" against her plump buttocks, and continued to nuzzle her ears and neck with his mouth. ===== CHAPTER 901 =====