Old things in Nancheng

If it took Wang Zimo a long time to finally accept Lin Zhilan's t-shirt and hot pants, the biggest reason is that Lin Zhilan only wears such clothes at home, and now Lin Zhilan makes herself wear such clothes and has to go out Going to the ground, Wang Zimo couldn't even imagine it.

In fact, when people in the village go to the fields, many men also wear short jackets. Sometimes it is very hot, and it is common to be naked. However, Wang Zimo is a woman. She always covers herself tightly when she goes out. It was so hot that rolling up the sleeves was already the limit.

Besides, the short jacket and the t-shirt are not the same style at all. Wang Zimo has never seen the style of the t-shirt even in the clothing store in the county. Outliers.

"Lan'er, you are pregnant with a child, it is reasonable to rest more, and making clothes is a waste of eyes." Wang Zimo persuaded tactfully.

"It's fine if I can't do it during the day. I'm idle anyway." Lin Zhilan got up and took an old dress from Wang Zimo from the cabinet and spread it on the bed to measure it. Sweating, prickly heat covered your back, you don't mind the heat."

"I'm used to it, and I don't feel the heat." Lin Zhilan cared about herself, and Wang Zimo was very helpful, but she really didn't want to wear that dress.

"I've been scratching my back in the middle of the night, it's still not hot!" Lin Zhilan gave Wang Zimo a sideways look, and got Wang Zimo to stand up.

Wang Zimo felt powerless, she didn't want to disappoint Lin Zhilan, or she was actually looking forward to wearing the clothes that Lin Zhilan made for her, but it would be great if she could change the style.

On the back was the light touch of that plain hand, and when he turned around, he could see Lin Zhilan's serious face.The long and dense eyelashes are like a small fan. With the blinking of the eyes, one by one, it makes people tickle. The slightly parted red lips are moist and shiny. The soft and full touch is memorable, white and transparent Her red face, without a trace of blemish, was like fine silk, and under the sunlight, it shone like white jade.

Wang Zimo mechanically raised his hands and straightened his waist, swallowing lightly.

"Wang Zimo, when did you make the clothes on the bed?" Lin Zhilan raised her eyes and asked.

"Last year." Wang Zimo avoided Lin Zhilan's probing gaze, feeling a little guilty.

"It's grown up, and it's also gained flesh! Does that dress make you feel too small?" Lin Zhilan asked.

"Fortunately."

"It shouldn't be, the bust feels a lot bigger here." Lin Zhilan asked suspiciously.

Hearing this, Wang Zimo couldn't help being stunned. He glanced at the old clothes on the bed, and suddenly thought of something.

Seeing the suspicious look on Wang Zimo's face, Lin Zhilan couldn't help but feel even more puzzled, and seeing Wang Zimo peeking at her chest, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized: "When did you have your period?"

"Ah?" Wang Zimo seemed to be stunned by the embarrassment, and his body trembled when he heard this.

"Chukui, when did you arrive?" Lin Zhilan asked affirmatively.

Ouch, my ancestors, why does Lin Zhilan, who looks so delicate, always be so tough, why doesn't she know what shyness is!How can I answer such a private question!

Wang Zimo didn't speak, but Lin Zhilan's face turned serious. Under Lin Zhilan's "wolf-like tiger" gaze, Wang Zimo said in a low voice helplessly: "At the beginning of this year."

Lin Zhilan wasn't curious or gossip, but she thought of an extremely important question.She pulled Wang Zimo to sit on the bed, with rare serious eyes, and asked, "Zimo, have you ever thought about whether you can recover your identity in the future?"

Restoring identity?Even Wang Zimo, who has a simple mind, naturally thinks about this problem. As he grows older, especially after his menstruation, Wang Zimo has always been troubled by this problem.

Her home is in Wangjiazhuang, her roots are here, her parents are also here, she grew up here since she was a child, and everyone here has recognized her male body.The Liu family, who knew the inside story, would never expose this secret, and would even help her cover it up, because the Liu family could not afford to offend the Wang family. Seniority, this shows that the Wang family actually affirms their identity, but they don't want to hurt the face of the Wang family by saying it.

Wang Zimo's true identity must never be revealed in Wangjiazhuang.Wang Qinian's drunken affair with the Liu family can be regarded as a matter of charm, but if there is a problem with the Wang family's heirs, it is not only about face, but also about inheritance.In Wang Qinian's house, the only son, Wang Ziyan, was weak and sick since he was a child, and he didn't seem to live long, and he had been married for many years without children. It is to let Prince Mo recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

A biological son is better than an adopted son, Wang Qinian is very likely to recognize Wang Zimo back then.If Wang Qinian found out that the son he had always regarded as a backup in his heart became a daughter, the enmity would be forged.Originally, Mr. Wang didn't want to see the Liu family and Wang Zimo. Wang Qinian had been thinking about his own blood and secretly protecting them. Now that his son was gone, Wang Qinian couldn't blame the Liu family and Wang Zimo for cutting off his son.

Since it is impossible in Wangjiazhuang, Wang Zimo can only show his true colors outside, but she is still young and has never seen the world, how could she have the courage.Moreover, the situation has changed again now, she is no longer alone, she needs to protect Lin Zhilan and her child, and it is impossible to recover her identity, if she recovers her daughter's body, then she cannot be with Lin Zhilan.

Wang Zimo sighed for a long time, took Lin Zhilan's little hand, and said solemnly: "Lan'er, I don't want to restore my identity, I just want to be with you."

In Wang Zimo's eyes, Lin Zhilan saw helplessness and persistence, and she didn't need too many words to understand what Wang Zimo was thinking. She hugged Wang Zimo and said, "As long as you don't drive me away, I will stay. "

Lin Zhilan is a floating duckweed, and she planted her roots in Wang Zimo, a small tree that is not strong enough. This is fate.

"I'm afraid that you will leave me if your family finds you." Wang Zimo said worriedly. From getting along these days, she had already seen that Lin Zhilan was not the daughter of an ordinary family.

"I won't leave, you are my child's father." Lin Zhilan hugged Wang Zimo tightly and said vowedly.

If you don't want to take the initiative to reveal your identity, then you have to cover it up. Prince Mo's menstruation has come, and his body will naturally develop. If he is allowed to develop, within a year or two, a blind person can see the truth.There was no other way but to corset her breasts. Lin Zhilan acted vigorously and cut the white cotton cloth into strips with a few "swipes" of scissors, and asked Wang Zimo to take off her clothes for experimentation.

"Let's try again at night, it's hot now."

"Just try it."

"It's not good to be disheveled in broad daylight."

"Take it off, inkblot!"

Under Lin Zhilan's despotic power, Wang Zimo looked like a little daughter-in-law who was "forced into prostitution" with a bitter face. She took off her clothes, coat, jacket, bellyband, and her upper body was just so naked. She put her arms around her chest and looked at Lin Zhilan Next, I suddenly felt cold.

"How can I wrap you up like this, let go!" Lin Zhilan couldn't see Wang Zimo's cowardly appearance, so she just wrapped her chest, and let Wang Zimo take a bath for herself, okay?

Wang Zimo felt that Lin Zhilan was really too fierce, his good-looking face was full of ferocious smirks, nonsense, if Wang Zimo himself was not always stingy and didn't let Lin Zhilan look at her body, how could Lin Zhilan seize the opportunity and not let it go!

When Wang Zimo let go of his hand, his posture was as if death was at home, even more heroic than the young children who opened and budded for the first time in the brothel.In anticipation, Lin Zhilan finally saw Wang Zimo's true face.

A typical good body that looks thin when dressed, sexy when undressed, very fine clavicle, flat and firm belly, chest, uh, naturally flat, two small steamed buns, really small steamed buns, if they grow up, they should be too Looks good.If Wang Zimo is tragic right now, then Lin Zhilan will definitely regret it. She really wants to see the little buns grow up, but right now she wants to kill them in the bud with her own hands, so why not make her depressed.

Forget it, let's do it, if you look at it like this, even Wang Zimo, who has a very good temper, will lose his temper.Lin Zhilan wrapped the white cloth around Wang Zimo's chest and pulled it very tightly. Wang Zimo consciously spun around, feeling a little stuffy in his chest.

"Okay, put your clothes on and let me see." Lin Zhilan said, wiping off the sweat from her forehead.

Wang Zimo seemed to have received an amnesty, and quickly put on the clothes on his body. Lin Zhilan looked left and right for a long time, and then said: "It's done like this, you can't tell at all."

"Lan'er, it's too tight, my chest is tight." Wang Zimo said aggrievedly.

"It's good to get used to it in the future." Compared with Wang Zimo's life, Lin Zhilan decisively chose chest tightness.

"Lan'er, I'm a little tired today, how about we start again tomorrow?" Wang Zimo begged.

"That's fine." Lin Zhilan was showing kindness, who made Wang Zimo feel sorry for this child.

After all this tossing, both of them were exhausted. Seeing that it was almost time, they lay down on the bed and took a nap.Still in the usual posture, Lin Zhilan was resting on Wang Zimo's arm, and Wang Zimo's hand was on Lin Zhilan's lower back.

However, why does it feel a little different!The one that was softly touching her chest was Lin Zhilan's. . .

It's really different. When the chest problem is paid attention to, Wang Zimo will naturally pay attention to Lin Zhilan. Compared with his own small steamed buns, Lin Zhilan's steamed buns can be regarded as big buns. The picture in his mind is not harmonious anymore. Wang Zimo recalled that he When bathing Lin Zhilan, he was lucky enough to touch that place. At that time, Wang Zimo felt that it was so soft that he could melt his hands. Now that the big bun is next to him, isn't it torture!

I really want to touch it again~

Simple children are always so stupid, do you understand what it means to strike first?Wang Zimo should learn the art of war strategy, otherwise he will always be bullied by Lin Zhilan, who still has amnesia skills!

Following his own imagination, Wang Zimo blushed again. Although the sound of swallowing had been kept to a minimum, Lin Zhilan who was hugging her could still hear clearly.The eyes that became no longer pure, the point of the gaze, and the short breath infected Lin Zhilan. The little hand on Wang Zimo's waist slowly slid into her clothes, up, and up. . .