Chapter 48 Chapter Forty Seven

Zhuoyou said very sincerely: "I know you are innocent, but it's hard to say in terms of thoughts and feelings—" Shi Yan argued: "Since I'm innocent, doesn't that mean I don't have—feelings for him? If so, shouldn't I—" He seemed a little depressed: "It's really hard to talk about feelings. Some men always talk about women's membranes. In fact, the fact that the membranes on women's bodies are not broken does not mean that the membranes in their hearts are not broken. Just like we are now, you will be with other men in the future, and no one will know that you have had these things with me—"

"How could I be with another man? Didn't you say that women can't forget the man who - brought them - that?" "I said I hope so, but I know that what women really can't forget is the first time—the person who touched their hearts—" "But you are the one who touched my heart for the first time." She felt that it was hard to argue now, and the more she argued, the more he doubted him, so she simply said, "Believe it or not, anyway, no matter from which point of view , you are my first—" This time she tasted the sweetness of being full of confidence. Just such a "believe it or not" is more effective than a thousand or ten thousand confessions. He believed it immediately, looked at her happily, and asked: "Really?" of?"

She said with more confidence: "Of course it is true. When have I lied to you?" He put his arms around her and held her tightly: "I knew you were like this, I saw you like this at first glance, your kiss is the first kiss, your love is the first love, your person is Virgin, everything about you is—white, pure, thank you for keeping it for me all these years—” Her confidence soared to the sky: "But you didn't keep it for me for so many years——" "Why not? I have obtained a marriage certificate with others, but I have never loved others, nor have I served others with such dedication—"

Seeing that he didn't say "No one has brought me a pleasure orgasm before", she knew that Hu Liying had brought him a pleasure orgasm. After all, she is very flirtatious and sexy. I was still fascinated by that fox spirit.She felt a little unhappy, but for the sake of his honesty, she didn't say anything, and it was useless to say, as long as he had never loved anyone else, she would consider him a "psychological first love".It is better to be psychologically first love and spiritually virgin than to be mentally and physically unprimitive. Anyway, men have been entertaining themselves since they were young. Physically, they are not virgins.

That night, she slept well. She didn't know whether it was because she was tired from "crying" several times, or because she finally heard his love confession, and she felt at ease.All in all, she slept until after nine o'clock in the morning the next day, and didn't even go to the toilet in the middle. Later, she found that as long as Zhuoyou didn't have the pustule trouble, he was indeed a very easy person to get along with.Because it's at her house, she doesn't ask much of him, and treats him as a guest.From this point of view, Zhuo Liang is a very good guest who is easy to dismiss and does not require the owner to spend too much time taking care of him.He can read a few newspapers for a long time, watch TV news with relish, read books and play chess records when he is free, and is also happy to play chess with her father at night. He plays very seriously, is very devoted, and pleases her father very much. It is said that Xiaozhuo's chess skills are good, his chess morality is also good, and his chess quality is not bad.The younger brother also admired Excellence, saying that Brother Zhuo is much better at explaining political questions than the teacher. No matter what the topic is, after Brother Zhuo talks about it, it will make people "suddenly see."

The whole family is that her mother has some complaints about Excellence, mainly because Excellence does not help with cooking, and her mother is not complaining now. Although the mother-in-law here cares about face and wishes her son-in-law to work hard, her mother said that Excellence is the number one. If he came to the door for the first time, and stayed at home, no one would know. If he is not diligent, he will not be diligent. I am afraid that he is such a version, and he will not cook in their small home in the future, then her daughter will suffer. Shi Yan had no choice but to tactfully mobilize Zhuoyue to help with the cooking. In order not to let him have a problem with her mother, she didn't mention her mother's name, only saying that this is the custom here.After hearing this, he was very cooperative, and later helped to cook, but it was clear from the first glance that he couldn't cook, either he beat the bowl or blocked the sink, which was probably a disservice.In the end, Shi Yan had no choice but to tell him to just be proactive and let her come out to liberate him. Every time he said "I'll come, I'll come", she would say "Forget it, forget it, you are not familiar with this place , let me do it."

I don't know if her mother noticed it, anyway, her mother didn't mention these things in front of her afterwards. She just lived her life like this, quite comfortable and at ease, the only thing that made Shi Yan unhappy was that Zhuo Liang didn't make much love to her.When he didn't have that pustule, it seemed like he couldn't think of coming to make out with her.Once there is the pustule, if there is no chance to "let it out", he will try his best to avoid her; if there is a chance, he will go straight to the point.Maybe he thought what he did was intimacy, but she thought it should be called "enthusiastic", and what she wanted was--that kind of intimacy, and she couldn't tell what she wanted him to do, so she felt that he was here She was a little disappointed at one point.

Fortunately, she found that he didn't have that pustule every day, which made her feel relieved. If there was a pack of pus to be released every day, then her life would be miserable.He let it go once, and he could manage it for two or three days. During those two or three days, their relationship was very warm and comfortable. When it came time to "put pus" next time, she begged, "Can you let me do it by myself? You grabbed my head and pressed me, making me very uncomfortable. It always reminds me of one of us here. Dementia-" He curiously asked what the dementia was, and she told him the story, and he couldn't understand it: "Why would you compare yourself with him? Am I like those—bully youths? "

She nodded desperately, and said cautiously: "It's kind of like, not that you - are as bad as them - but that - you grabbed my head and pressed it down - kind of like -" He is still baffled: "Did I grab your head and press it down?" She couldn't help laughing: "Maybe you were too—forgotten at that time, you didn't think—" He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I really—didn't feel like I was—maybe I—was so carried away—" She forgave him right away, thinking that at that time, people might be a little carried away, didn't she cry for no reason?If he is a person who likes to guess wildly, can't he also interpret her crying as not loving him?

After doing it, he was still a little carried away, and almost pressed her head again, but as soon as he pressed her head, she protested, and he let go, probably realizing that he had lost his composure.She was very happy, firstly, her resistance worked and earned her dignity and respect, and secondly, it showed that he didn't do that intentionally, but was just too excited and crazy. But she found that her kung fu hadn't been mastered yet, and it was useless to rely on her hard work, and she couldn't release the pus even after a lot of effort.She was terrified, did his body get used to her so quickly?Tired of her?Or does he now feel that she is a snobbish, shallow, vulgar person, so his body doesn't respond to her?

Although she comforted herself by saying that his reaction was still there, it just couldn't reach the point of "letting it out", but she knew that this was deceiving herself, because his reaction was not necessarily aimed at her, but depended on the package. The production cycle of pus, there will be a pack of pus after a few days, it is not for anyone, it is a physiological phenomenon. She is very uncomfortable, not only because of her own thoughts, but also because of the current predicament. If she can't let it go, she can't let it go. This is a practical problem, and if it is not resolved, it will affect the relationship between them, because if it is not resolved, He is not in the mood to talk about love, and if he doesn't solve it, her parents will find that Zhuoyou's behavior is strange and worry about it.In a word, if the problem of pus is not solved, Zhuoyou will be another person, a person she doesn't like, and once this problem is solved, he will be the person she likes, a person worthy of her love. She decided in her heart that if he presses her head now, she will not resist and try to release the pus as soon as possible.But he didn't want to press her head anymore, he probably realized that pressing her head would hurt her self-esteem.With her own strength, she had a stalemate with the black-red face who didn't listen to the instruction for a long time, and she had to declare defeat: "I can't do it, I-I can't help it-, you-you can find a way-" He said cautiously: "You don't like me pressing your head, then you can stay below, in that case, I won't--press your head--" She lay flat on the bed as he said, and he straddled her, but didn't actually sit, just knelt there, let her open her mouth and take his dick in her mouth, and then he fucked himself quickly.This is a little easier than pressing her head, but when she opened her eyes and looked at him, she found that he looked terrible, his face was full of madness like a soldier with red eyes who killed people on the battlefield, as if he was riding a horse on a rampage, Like crazy slashing.She was so frightened that she closed her eyes, only hearing his panting and the sound of "吱嘎嘎嘎嘎嘎" from her mouth. This time she failed to lift him at the critical moment, because at the last moment his whole body was pressed down, preventing her from moving, and she could only wait until all his pus was sprayed, and his body was paralyzed Only then did he have a chance to push him away and ran to the bathroom to vomit and rinse his mouth. Maybe he heard her vomit this time, and when she got back into the bedroom, he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you—were so disgusted with me—" She quickly declared, "It's not that I'm disgusted with you, it's just that it's stuck in my throat, it's a bit like digging my throat with my fingers, I can't help but want to vomit, if you don't believe me, try putting your fingers there—" He actually put his finger down his throat, and was really about to throw up, and he laughed and said, "That's just because I grew too long, and it went down your throat. But it's not a bad thing to be long—you guys Don't girls like men with long hair?" She went to cover his mouth again, and he said half-smugly and half-apologetically, "I'm sorry, the growth is too long, it made you uncomfortable, let me make up for it." He let her lie on the bed, and he came to make amends, but after trying a few times, he found that there was not much water, so he asked, "How can I make you come out of water?" "Just don't talk nonsense—" "What is nonsense?" "It's the—disgusting—ugly—dirty words—" "I haven't said any ugly words or swear words," he said aggrievedly, "I just said something about the pillow, how did it become ugly and swear words? The words about the pillow are just for aphrodisiac, between husband and wife Everyone said-" "I don't care what people say between husband and wife, I don't like that-" "Then what do you like me to say?" "I like it when you say—you love me—"