"Zhuang Lin, are you free today?" When Zhuang Lin received a call from Wen Ting, he was somewhat surprised. Although he left each other's phone numbers, he thought that this literary woman would never have any contact with him after that night.

"available."

A beautiful woman asked herself if she was free, obviously she wanted to make an appointment with her. Even if she was not free, she had to make time.

"I'm alone at home, can you come here?" Wenting's voice was very pleasant, but the content of her speech was the most moving, so that Zhuang Lin was turbulent and had endless imagination when he heard it.

Could it be that Wenting, a widowed little widow, is lonely and obsessed with herself after having a night of joy with her, and wants to let herself go and relieve the loneliness in her body for her?

Of course, he himself thought that this was a shameless fantasy. Even if a woman with elegant temperament was lonely inside, it would be difficult for her to take the initiative to ask a man to go home in broad daylight. She was afraid that she would encounter some trouble when she looked for herself.

"Okay, I'll be there soon." At this time, Chu Wan and Kong Qinghua had already left together. After hanging up the phone, he took the key, left the building, stopped a taxi outside the alley, and rushed to Wenting's residence.

With memory, he found Wenting's house and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for about half a minute, the door opened and Wenting, wearing a long pajama, appeared in his sight. Wenting looked a little haggard at this time, and it seemed that she was really in trouble.

Two people, one standing outside the door and the other standing inside the door, looking at each other for a moment, Wenting inside the door staggered her body, and Zhuang Lin walked straight in.

"Bang"

"What's wrong? Your mother-in-law is here to make things difficult for you again?" Zhuang Lin looked at the haggard Wenting with his back to the closed door, and asked.

Wenting just shook her head and didn't speak.

Zhuang Lin frowned, reached out and grabbed Wenting's white jade hand in the palm of his hand. Wenting stood there quietly, without hiding or breaking free. Her beautiful eyes were quietly looking at him from beginning to end.

"Tell me, what happened?" Looking at Wen Ting, who had been silent across the street, Zhuang Lin was a little anxious, held her hand tightly and continued to ask.

"Hold me." Wenting slowly moved her steps, and her beautiful body slowly leaned on him.

Zhuang Lin lowered his head, looked at the woman in front of him, stretched his arms, and hugged her light body in his arms. The slight fragrance lingered between his breath, which smelled very pleasant.

He slapped his face into the smooth hair, sniffing the scent of his hair with affection, and his right arm pressed against Wen Ting's plump breasts. Although he could still feel the full elasticity through his clothes.

Wenting raised her head slightly, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Zhuang Lin's face quietly. In her eyes, the brilliance was changing, confused and lost, and a hint of hesitation.

Zhuang Lin raised his head and looked at the person in his arms, but found that the beautiful eyes were looking at him, with eyes facing each other, and the short stagnation seemed to be frozen in this second.

"You have something to worry about? Can you tell me?" Zhuang Lin turned her body over and asked her to face him, and said to her softly.

Wenting raised her head and shook her head slowly. Then she tiptoed, and her rosy lips were gently printed on Zhuang Lin's lips.

When the wet lips gently touched his lips, Zhuang Lin's body had a brief stagnation. He lowered his head and looked at the elegant young woman in front of him.

After a brief stare, his powerful arms hugged the lush body in his arms, and his mouth greedily tasted the seductive and wet red lips.

"Reminder" Wenting's little mouth opened slightly, making a tempting sound. Zhuang Lin's restless big hand had already passed through the collar and penetrated into the light-colored pajamas, climbing up to his plump breasts.

Zhuang Lin was familiar with the road and was playing with the pair of lingering breasts. The soft and delicate touch constantly stimulated his nerves, and the dormant primitive ** was slowly awakening.

On the bright windows of the living room, gentle sunlight shone in and fell on the bodies of two people, warm.

In this bright living room, Zhuang Lin's hands conquered the city and the ground. As time was lost little by little, Wen Ting gradually lost it. In those beautiful eyes, autumn water was flooding, and there were endless charms.

Zhuang Lin's left hand slowly bypassed around and found the button on the left side of Wenting's body. His dexterous fingers jumped in turn. These cumbersome antique buttons were untied in a blink of an eye.

As the buttons were unbuttoned, the upper part of the long pajamas was completely separated, and the pink breasts hidden inside were exposed in the sunlight.

The pink breast wrapped around the plump breasts. Looking up, it is the fair neck. Looking down, it is the creamy snow-white belly, which has an indescribable charm in the foil of red and white.

Luo Yi undressed her snow-white perfect body completely presented in this bright living room, even Zhuang Lin, who had caressed this body, couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls.

His heart was crazy, and his strong body was tightly attached to this perfect and moist body. His calloused hands moved gently and caressed, as if he was playing with a beautiful work of art.

At this time, Wenting raised her head slightly, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her seductive little mouth was slightly opened, making slight sounds. Her body was pressed against the wall by Zhuang Lin's burly body, unable to move, and her helpless hands gently hugged Zhuang Lin's spine.

When all the clothes on Zhuang Lin fell to the ground, the young men and women met each other again, hugged each other, and their healthy bodies slowly approached, and finally completely integrated.

The sun is still gentle, and the coldness of autumn is swept away in this wide and bright living room.

At this moment, time has been completely forgotten by two young men and women. In the entanglement of the body and the interweaving of the liquid, they are completely lost, desperately entangled, and the whole room is full of spring.

"Don't be inside, it's not safe today." Wenting, who was sitting on Zhuang Lin's thighs weakly, was filled with autumn water. Her weak hands gently pushed Zhuang Lin's lower abdomen and said softly.

Zhuang Lin supported her body with both hands so that she would not fall down because of her weak body. She smiled gently, nodded, and then gently dragged her light body to separate from each other.

After the joy of forgetting love, Wenting was exhausted. She lay lazily on Zhuang Lin's chest, her little mouth slightly opened, and she exhaled like an orchid.

Zhuang Lin hugged her gently, and casually sucked a blanket from the side, covering the bodies of the two of them.

"Can you tell me now, what's wrong with you?"

Wenting was still lying on his chest, facing up, her beautiful eyes looked at her, her slender eyelashes blinked slightly, and her endless charm could be seen on that tired face.

"Tell me, okay? Maybe I can share the burden for you." Zhuang Lin stretched out his hand and pulled off the messy hair on her forehead, and said to the saint.

Wenting looked at him quietly, bit her lip gently, and finally nodded.
Chapter completed!