20 years of restarting life

Chapter 2813 Ding Peng is rare, mostly Liu Ruosong

Inside the RV, the bright moonlight shone through the glass windows with the curtains drawn and the tempered glass skylight on the roof of the RV, making the view clearer and brighter than it had been last night when the gauze curtains were drawn.

"Snoring, snore~"

Tangyuan, who was sleeping on the electric bed in the next room, snored so loudly that the rapid and delicate breathing of the other side was blocked out.

"Haha, Brother Zhao, I want a cabin too! It doesn't have to be too big, just enough to cover it with mats and roll around in it."

What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Tangyuan was obviously dreaming about building a wooden house during the day. He finally had the courage to speak out this request that he was embarrassed to hide in his heart in his dream.

Ju Han's pretty face was as red as the fiery clouds in the sunset, and she felt as if her whole body was on fire.

She felt at this moment that she was like a full bicycle tire that had not been inflated for more than two years, which suddenly burst with a "bang" under the scorching sun. After that, the channel of her soul was extremely empty like leather, like a deflated fish bladder, and she needed to use 502 glue to glue the broken bicycle tire, re-inflate it and restore its vitality.

This feeling was so deadly and unbearable that it drove her crazy. In her memory, it seemed that she had first tasted it twenty-three years ago when she was young, and then during the entire long summer vacation from junior college, she waited at home eagerly for school to start so that a man could integrate her soul. This fatal desire was one-third to one-fourth as strong as it is now.

At this time, Ju Han was not in the mood to pinch Su Rongrong, who was sleeping beside him, full and relaxed, and sleeping comfortably.

Instead, he continued to keep his back to her, with his two slender and well-proportioned legs, as white as frost and jade, cool and sweat-free, tightly pressed together.

I tilted my head slightly and looked up at the car window a little bit above. Outside the window was the hazy canopy of pine trees and the dark blue sky, as well as the bright, wolf-like full moon that was obscured by the mist rising from the lake. It was so bright that it could bewitch people's hearts and make them lose control.

Because the temperature inside the RV was high and the temperature outside was low, the water vapor on the glass inside the RV condensed into droplets when it got cold, making Ju Han feel a little damp and cold.

As Xianghan's nostrils expanded and contracted rapidly with her breathing, the room was filled with a misty smell.

The condensed water droplets on the glass gradually gathered and grew larger. The viscosity of the glass could not withstand the increased gravity of the earth, so they seeped out from the cracks in the cliff like drops of water.

It slowly flows downwards, leaving light water marks on the glass.

"Crack~"

The Swedish torches burning in the camp outside made slight popping sounds from time to time, and were obviously still burning fiercely with light red flames.

"Ah~"

Ju Han knew what it was and let out a heavy, low sigh.

She felt an uncontrollable fear in her heart that she had actually fallen in love with Zhao Changan, a handsome, talented, young, rich, powerful and domineering boy who was fifteen or sixteen years younger than her!

She couldn't help but blush and feel extremely embarrassed.

Ju Han knew that Zhao Changan was a little pervert. He looked like a decent and talented person, but in fact, he had no sense of propriety or integrity in his conduct.

  How could there be such a shameless person who, after falling asleep, carried Su Rongrong, who had fainted from comfort, back to the car and placed her next to himself?

What's even more outrageous is that last night he just tentatively rubbed his back and buttocks with the back of his hands, but tonight he blatantly reached into the collar of the thin black lace-edged autumn shirt and rubbed it.

Her man had not used such a bold and embarrassing method for many years. When he was in his twenties, he would use his hands and mouth to do it in the corner of the woods inside the technical secondary school campus like a greedy child, and he never got tired of it.

Later, with the birth of my daughter, the pressure of life became greater and greater, and this kind of mood and pleasure became less and less, until gradually the couple treated each other with respect, and their sexual life changed from several times a week to once a week, several times a month, and once several months.

Family affection has become more important than love between men and women. Sometimes, even if we don’t do it for a year, we don’t really want to do it.

As for Zhao Changan's situation and unreasonable teasing, this was actually something that could be expected before. How could a young man who had no foundation or background in the underworld and who was so quick, accurate and ruthless in killing stand at this high position and look down on the world?

They are nothing more than as cunning as foxes, as ferocious as tigers, as cold-blooded as snakes, hunting and fighting, drinking blood and eating meat.

However, even though she had some psychological awareness before, she never thought that he would be so bold as to blatantly put his hand directly into her black ultra-thin lace-trimmed V-neck autumn sweater.

Before he could react, he was hit hard on both sides for seven or eight seconds.

The rough and thick calluses on my palms are from using quite a bit of force, and they are still numb and uncomfortable.

  I was really scared at that time. I didn't expect him to be so bold. Moreover, he had been doing it in the Hummer next door for an hour or so. How come he was not satisfied yet and still had such sexual thoughts?

Ju Han's heart was filled with humiliation and anger, but there was also uncontrollable excitement and the thrill of breaking through the forbidden realm, as well as her body's uncontrollable desire that felt like countless ants crawling on her.

Ju Han's husband has been dead for more than a year. During this period of time, because she is only about 37 or 38 years old, beautiful, rich, and has a daughter, countless divorced and widowed men and even unmarried young people have pursued her passionately.

But she always refused. She was calm and had no desire or physical needs like a forty-year-old. She originally thought that her life would be like this: raise her daughter, get married and have children, help her daughter take care of her grandchildren, and slowly grow old in the river of time.

She turned into an old woman with wrinkles all over her face and white hair, quietly waiting to be harvested by the Grim Reaper's scythe.

However, starting from last night, Ju Han clearly felt that the floodgates of her desires were becoming more and more difficult to control, and there was a danger of an uncontrollable flood and a dam collapse at any time.

What made her even more unable to control herself was that she simply could not resist the temptation that could make her sink.

She couldn't help but think of when she was young and met Su Rongrong's father, who was poor. Despite the opposition of the whole family, she threw herself into the fire without hesitation.

Tonight, the urge to throw myself into a flame and burn to ashes willingly is ten times stronger than it was back then.

Otherwise, knowing that Zhao Changan would come to lift the quilt tonight, she would specially change into a set of ultra-thin black lace-patterned autumn clothes and autumn pants to seduce him.

Just to tease his bloody temper.

Sure enough, once a middle-aged aunt falls in love, it's like an old house on fire.

On the sofa next door, Maggie Cheung was also having a hard time falling asleep. She tossed and turned, feeling as if ants were crawling all over her body.

My 40-year-old husband is rich and powerful, 1.80 meters tall, and handsome.

Like those female college students from prestigious universities in the department and its subordinate institutions, those married young wives in their twenties and thirties who still have charm and want to make progress, all kinds of women, plus they drink and socialize all day long, they can't handle all the women outside, so how can they have the energy to feed the 'yellow-faced woman' at home.

Just like in Crescent Moon Scimitar, Qin Keqing glanced at Liu Ruosong with a fiery light in her eyes. Her teeth were white and her lips were bright red. She looked like a ripe cherry, waiting to be picked.

Liu Ruosong sighed in his heart, knowing that he was finished again... Liu Ruosong lay on his specially made soft couch, sweating all over, unable to move.

He began to recuperate and replenish his energy since the beginning of October.

It was just to deal with the prostitute that his good friend had bought from a Jiangnan musician at a cost of several thousand taels of silver.

He finally thought he could do it, but now he is howling in grief and anger, and the woman in his family is taking advantage of him!

In Weng Meiya's view, there are few men like Ding Peng in the world, but most of them are like Liu Ruosong.