revived

Ren Hao fell into the vast darkness again, he could feel the gradually rising temperature of the female body under him, it was so hot that it made one's heart palpitate.

His heartbeat had already exceeded 180 beats per minute, and he was sucking in dry mouth, feeling hot from the bottom of his heart.

Aunt Rong is wearing a white silk suspender nightdress today, which has a silky feeling, but gradually, due to the high temperature under the thin quilt and the subtle changes in Aunt Rong's mood, the thin silk was quickly worn by the two. Drenched in sweat, it sticks greasy to the contact surface of the two bodies.

Some charming taste.

The most worth mentioning is the following lens.

Maybe it was because Aunt Rong moved too hastily, or maybe the silk nightgown was too smooth. The moment Aunt Rong bent her legs, the already extremely short nightgown slid down her round legs to her thighs, and even, There is a tendency to move towards the waist.

Ren Hao's head was hot, and there was only one uncontrollable thought in his mind-kiss her.

No no no!

Aunt Rong is the same generation as my mother, how could I cross the line!

If he really did anything excessive to her, the relationship with Aunt Rong would definitely break down in the future, and it would be difficult to find another elder who was so gentle to him.

Ren Hao gritted his teeth and resolutely gave up this idea.

But, I really want to take a bite of the snow-white tender meat on her chest.

"How's your writing doing recently? How much do you think you can sell this time?"

"It's okay. As for the sales volume, I'm not too sure." Fan Qirong tried her best to shift her attention to Zhuo Yuqin: "However, I guess at least it will be better than the sales volume of the previous book."

Outside the small quilt, mother and Aunt Rong were casually chatting about the household chores. It could be heard that Aunt Rong's voice would tremble from time to time, and there would even be a breath-taking moan deep in her throat.

The taste is ripe and charming.

"Qirong, are you not feeling well? Why do I keep listening to you humming?" Zhuo Yuqin reached out to Fan Qirong's forehead: "Don't move, let me see if you have a fever."

It is true that Ren Hao chose to stay still, but people are alive, as long as the heart is still beating, how can it be possible to keep the body absolutely still?

Her whole body was itchy, like thousands of ants crawling on her body, Fan Qirong suppressed the flame in her heart, and slowly pushed Zhuo Yuqin's arm away: "I'm fine."

"Look at you sweating profusely." Zhuo Yuqin looked at her a little strangely: "It's summer, it's not too hot with so many covers, come out to get some air."

Zhuo Yuqin reached out and grabbed a corner of the quilt, and pulled it up...

Seeing that she was going to lift the quilt with her hands, Fan Qirong was terrified, "No need, I'm losing weight, and it's just right to sweat." She held on to the quilt tightly and refused to let go.

"You, your figure is just right, what's the point of losing weight?" Zhuo Yuqin sighed and shook her head, "Sister nagging, don't dislike it, Qi Rong, you're already 31, it's time to find someone I'm a family, otherwise, once this woman turns 35, wrinkles will appear and her figure will fade, and it will be difficult to find someone with better conditions at that time."

Suddenly, Zhuo Yuqin reached into the quilt, grabbed Fan Qirong's arm, stroked it back, and pulled her sweaty palm out of the quilt, patted her hand earnestly and said, "Don't you bother?" I love to listen, alas, my sister is someone who has been here, and what she says is the truth, how about you, think about it carefully."

Fan Qirong was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes strangely, looked down at Zhuo Yuqin's little hand that was being squeezed, and then, her beautiful eyebrows could not help but slightly frowned strangely, subconsciously moved her two arms under the quilt... …

"..."

Oh my God!

Aunt Rong suddenly changed color!

Under the dark quilt, Ren Hao was about to shed tears, Mom, you took the picture...that was my hand!

Chapter 19 Under the Quilt

House seemingly endless rain.

All Ren Hao's thoughts were on Aunt Rong's soft and charming body. Suddenly, someone grabbed his right hand and dragged his arm out of the quilt in a daze, catching him by surprise.

Ren Hao and Fan Qirong both had a feeling of being lost.

Fortunately, Ren Hao's small hands are still white and delicate, Zhuo Yuqin didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and continued to pat "Aunt Rong"'s tender hands earnestly: "These words have been held in my heart for a long time, I really can't express it, Qi Rong Tell me, what is the plan in your heart, why are you not in a hurry? "

"Elder Sister..." Fan Qirong called out bitterly, obviously, she didn't really want to answer this question.

Zhuo Yuqin frowned and smacked her mouth: "Don't be annoyed by my sister, your father left early, and you are the only relatives left in our family in Fengyang. To me, you are my real sister." , You said, I won’t make it up for you, who will take care of it, this matter has been making me so noisy that I can’t sleep well, Qi Rong, you have to tell sister today.”

It seems to be a common problem for women over 40 years old to talk about things and talk about things.

Ren Hao even suspected that his mother had entered menopause.

By the way, ahem, can you let go of me first, if this goes on, it's time to reveal your secrets!

Fan Qirong moved her mature female body tremblingly, and her words were a little unspeakable: "Sister, I really didn't think much about it, well, why don't we talk about it at night, and I will tell you when the time comes, let's forget it now " A lotus root arm was slowly stretched down, holding Ren Hao's body a little, so as not to let him rub against himself indistinctly.

Now this feeling of not being able to get up or down makes Fan Qirong feel so uncomfortable that she seems to be going crazy.

Ren Hao knew that the reason why Fan Qirong didn't tell her mother was because she was afraid that she would hear it, but the more this happened, the more Ren Hao couldn't hold back his curiosity, and listened hard with his two thief-like ears.

Zhuo Yuqin naturally heard some clues, and pressed her step by step: "There is no one else here, why wait until night, come on, tell the eldest sister." For a moment: "Sister, I'm still spending time with you today. If you don't tell me, sister won't leave."

Uh, mom is playing a rogue, God, you don't want to go, I'm getting hot to death!

Fan Qirong forced herself to suppress the gradually rapid panting, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Okay, let me say, I say it's okay." Fan Qirong was defeated by Zhuo Yuqin, who was soft and hard, and couldn't laugh or cry: "The reason why I didn't find a partner is mainly because there is no suitable person. I like the feeling of letting nature take its course and what happens when things come to fruition. If I think it's okay, he thinks it's okay, so it's okay to have a relationship. But now, I haven't met such a person."

Zhuo Yuqin frowned and said nothing, and after a while, she said, "Are you asking too much?"

"That's not it, alas, I feel that this kind of thing is unclear, and I can't explain it for a while." At this moment, Fan Qirong suddenly found that Zhuo Yuqin's attention was all on herself, so she Quickly grabbed Ren Hao's palm from Zhuo Yuqin's hand, threw it under the quilt, then folded back his left hand, and sent it to Zhuo Yuqin's palm.

Ren Hao who regained his right hand let out a sigh of relief.

"No, no." Zhuo Yuqin didn't notice the small movements of the two of them, she stared closely at Fan Qirong's eyes: "Don't think that my sister doesn't know, those people chasing you, you don't even look at them, how can you Don't lie to me, just tell the truth." Zhuo Yuqin then dropped another bombshell: "I told his uncle, let him find you a partner, when the time comes If the conditions are good, you have to let me go."

"Farewell." Fan Qirong was both grateful and hesitant, pondering for a moment, but reluctantly evoked a bitter smile: "Well, let me tell you the truth, in fact, I prefer men who are cultivated and knowledgeable, um, in other words , if possible, I would like to find a writer of the same profession as mine."

Zhuo Yuqin shook her head again and again: "Look at the male writers on TV, which one is not bald and bald?"

"So, I haven't considered it for the time being." Fan Qirong's eyes rarely showed a trace of yearning: "I want to start my own business first, open a publishing house to manage it, and let's talk about getting married slowly."

Ren Hao rolled his eyes. It turned out that Aunt Rong's goal was to open a publishing house, but now it seems a little unreliable to want to privately own this kind of business, right?

Firstly, a huge amount of money is needed to open a publishing house, and secondly, the review procedures are not easy to handle. If there is no one on the board, how can it be approved?

It's too difficult!

No wonder Aunt Rong didn't get married after nine years.

However, Aunt Rong said that she appreciates writers, is she considering writing a book?

"Writing a book is so free, why do you have to open a publishing house?"

"Hehe, in fact, I just want to give myself a goal to fight for."

Afterwards, the sisters had a long discussion around this topic.

But Ren Hao was troubled by another new problem!

I can't save my saliva!

The saliva in the mouth was secreted quickly and accumulated more and more under the action of Aunt Rong's familiar and alluring female body.You say save it, it is likely to irritate the throat, and cough out conditioned reflex.Swallowing is not enough, the mother is beside her, and the two sisters speak very softly, a slight noise will attract the mother's attention, and all previous efforts will be wasted!

With half a mouthful of saliva floating around like this, there is a danger of collapse at any time!

Seeing that the two were chatting enthusiastically, Ren Hao gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He was at a loss and did a move that made Aunt Rong's face change in astonishment—vomit!

About one or two drops of saliva flowed out slowly and continuously from Ren Hao's Qingkai's mouth, straight down, dripping onto Aunt Rong's front body, and under the action of gravity, the saliva slowly flowed to the recess...

On the neck, inside the collarbone, and on both sides of the ribs, there were a few wisps of saliva.

At the same time, Fan Qirong's delicate body tensed for a while, and she pinched Ren Hao severely under the quilt with a little anger.My little ancestor, what are you doing, the elder sister is right beside you!

Ren Hao is suffering and can't tell.

Aunt Rong!Me, I really didn't mean to!

Saliva slid across the body, giving off a tingling feeling. While talking to Zhuo Yuqin calmly, Fan Qirong subconsciously stretched out an index finger, put it into Tan's mouth with a dazed expression, and held it tightly.

Even Fan Qirong didn't know why she made this gesture of holding her fingers. Under the influence of various external factors, Fan Qirong's whole body was in an unprecedented strange state.

All she could do was suck her fingers, so as not to let the moan that was about to come out of her throat fall into the ears of others.

Chapter 20 Don't Touch That!

Ren Hao, who is closely connected with Aunt Rong, naturally sensed Aunt Rong's abnormal changes.

Ren Hao's brain was congested, and his eyes changed a little.He resisted the impulse in his heart, gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and looked up at Aunt Rong's face.

The hazy moonlight spread resentfully on Aunt Rong's cheeks, only to see her eyelashes trembling slightly, her blurry eyes mixed with a hint of crazy color, the white jade fingers subconsciously held in her mouth, and from time to time she used soft and smooth fragrance The tongue revolved around the fingertips, and a wisp of saliva even slipped down, passing through the tip of the tongue, fingers, and forearms, dripping onto the already wet white bed sheet, and slowly seeping into it.

"Qi Rong, what happened to your finger?"

"Prick... a thorn... Phew... I'll bite... um... it." Intermittently, there was some incoherent taste.

The two suspenders of the silk nightdress fell off to the upper arms at some point, and Ren Hao clearly saw Aunt Rong's round and fragrant shoulders that could not be twisted, and it felt crystal clear.

Fan Qirong also noticed the small eyes protruding from under the quilt, and complained incessantly, panting and staring at him, telling him to retract his head.

Ren Hao looked away reluctantly, and after burying himself in the quilt, he lifted the left corner of the quilt again, trying to get some air.Who would have thought that some scenes that are not suitable for children were also seen here.

Aunt Rong's smooth right hand stretched out on the bed, sometimes clutching the sheet tightly, sometimes relaxing there slightly, and sometimes resting her index finger on the bed, making some weird and complicated subtle movements, Ren Hao observed, these seemed to be Aunt Rong's made unconsciously.

Curiously, he reached out and poked Aunt Rong's wrist, only to see that the jade hand stopped abruptly. After a pause of two seconds, Fang cautiously withdrew back under the quilt.

Ren Hao seemed to understand something, and his heart beat.

The halazi seems to be flowing continuously, stimulating the tense nerves of both men and women.Sweat and saliva coated Aunt Rong's plump body with a thin coat.

"My sister sees that you are tired too, go to bed quickly, I'm going home first." Zhuo Yuqin looked at the bright sky, then got up and said goodbye: "Oh, this child, he still hasn't come back after five o'clock..."

"Eldest sister, you... walk slowly, I won't... see you off." Fan Qirong's vague voice drifted over.

"Well, there's no need to come out." Zhuo Yuqin pushed the door open with worry and went out.

bump.

The moment the door closed, the two people under the quilt let out a long sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

Ren Hao quickly got out of the quilt with a blushing heartbeat, a feeling of rebirth surged in his heart, and at this moment, the depressed and tense mood was relieved, and imagined what his mother would look like when he found himself naked with Aunt Rong. Hao couldn't help being afraid for a while.

so close……

"Call the eldest sister later to report that she is safe, so she won't worry about it."

While talking, Aunt Rong got up slowly with no expression on her face, dragged her trembling female body to sit quietly at the opposite desk, silently picked up a novel, and quietly read it as if nothing had happened.

The two fallen shoulder straps were also restored to their positions by her calmly.

Ren Hao glanced at Aunt Rong timidly, and hurriedly called home, saying that he would go to Jiang Wei's house after eating the lamb skewers, and let them go to work with peace of mind, don't worry.

Mother naturally scolded him angrily.

Putting down Aunt Rong's cell phone, Ren Hao dared not speak in a state of anxiety, his heart was really up and down, for fear that something bad would anger Aunt Rong.

After a short silence, Ren Hao finally couldn't hold his breath and said, "Aunt Rong, are you alright?"

Fan Qirong gave a faint "hmm", in her tone, she couldn't tell whether it was happiness or anger.

Ren Hao wrapped up the quilt anxiously, half sat up and looked at her innocently: "I'm sorry, Aunt Rong, I, I have caused you trouble again, I'm sorry..."

Aunt Rong gave a soft "hmm" in her throat, but she still didn't speak.

Ren Hao couldn't sit still anymore, he knew that the reason why Aunt Rong was so indifferent should be related to the last saliva incident, otherwise, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, one of them was in a passive state.

"Don't be angry, just listen to my explanation. Well, I really didn't spit out the spittle on purpose. Think about it, my mother was by the side at the time, and she would definitely hear the spittle. If she didn't swallow it, she would immediately You have to choke on me, then we will reveal our secrets, so, I, I can't help it, Aunt Rong, don't be angry, okay, I apologize to you, or, or you can beat me up? "Ren Hao thought that he was 16 years old now, so he gave full play to the advantages of a child and pretended to be pitiful.

Fan Qirong frowned slightly, and slowly looked at Ren Hao, seeing his pitiful appearance, wanting to cry without tears, her heart softened slowly for some reason, and sighed slightly resentfully, Aunt Rong Folding back and walking back to the bed, he resumed his gentle tone: "You are a big man, don't cry with your aunt, oh, my aunt doesn't blame you, you think too much."

The change in Ren Hao's expression could not be described as unpleasant, he scratched his head while laughing, and saw Aunt Rong's pretty face sinking again, he gave an uh, and blinked his eyes pitifully.

"Stupid." Ren Hao amused Fan Qirong, she covered her mouth and giggled, and habitually patted his head with one hand, extremely gentle, "Today's incident is completely coincidental. Don't tell others, and Wei Zi doesn't want to tell, remember what Auntie said?"

"Remember." Ren Hao nodded obediently, "Hurry up and change your clothes, they are all soaked." Ren Hao was kind, but after saying this, he regretted it.

The wet nightgown was tightly attached to Aunt Rong's body, sticky, and even her plump outline was well outlined, indistinct, almost transparent.A blush spread across Fan Qirong's face, and she quickly covered her chest with her arms.

The atmosphere is a bit ambiguous.

Ren Hao touched his hot cheeks, and quickly changed the subject, "The sheets and quilt are all wet, and I can't go home anyway, so I'll take it off and wash it for you." To be on the safe side, he planned to at least wait for his father Mom can only go home after going out to work.

"Okay." Aunt Rong nodded hesitantly: "But you don't need to wash it, just help Auntie pull it off." She bent down and picked up the quilt, and helped Ren Hao make it together.

The quilt, pillowcase, towel quilt, and a few pieces of wet bedding were stripped off by the two of them one by one, and they were temporarily piled up at the end of the bed.

The bed sheet was pulled by Ren Hao. During the pulling process, he suddenly felt somewhere in the middle of the sheet, and the touch felt very wrong. Ren Hao looked at it suspiciously, and there was a ball of wet and thick crystal liquid printed there, which seemed to be bigger than his own. There was a lot of saliva on it, and Ren Hao stretched out his fingertips to touch it again, it was smooth and greasy, crystal clear...

What the hell is this?

Aunt Rong blushed, "Don't touch that!"