Chapter 23 Section 4

Bao Yazi finally came to sleep, stood in front of the bed and undressed, exactly the same as Ding Yi's dream just now. She waited until he was lying on the bed before she asked softly, "Have you finished watching TV?" He was startled: "Are you still asleep?" "I fell asleep for a while, woke up, waiting for you." "What are you waiting for me to do?" "I saw you came back after picking the woman fruit, and thought you wanted to eat it." "You are here, how can I eat?" "But I want to see it." "Is that for women?"

Why is this man so breathless?It seems that women are nothing in his eyes. Since he looks down on women so much, why do he find a girlfriend?You can be a bachelor. She was sulking, considering whether to say "blow" to him, when his hand reached out and began to stroke her.This time it was lighter, not like pinching a sphygmomanometer, but like a child pinching a balloon, wanting to pinch, but afraid of blowing up, so be careful. She felt a kind of paralysis that she had never experienced before, as if she was turning into a pool of water. His hand reached into her pajama bottoms, slowly stroking her belly, staying there for a long time at her incision, and whispered: "Without this, I wouldn't know you."

She panted under his hand. He asked softly, "Bao Yazi, do you want it too?" She was embarrassed to say "yes" directly, and hummed a few times as an answer. He begged in a low voice: "You have thought about it too, then let me help you break through with a magic weapon." She straightened up and pushed his hand away: "No. I don't allow you to touch me with that thing. " He grunted dejectedly: "The uncle on the mountain also said that this trick will definitely work." "What?" she asked loudly, "Is this the trick that the uncle taught you?"

"Keep your voice down!" She lowered her voice: "What did he teach you?" "I didn't teach anything, just gave me a bottle of wine, and said I want to touch you more." She was so angry that her blood welled up: "So that old guy taught you all this?" He rolled aside. She didn't let him go: "Did you tell that old guy about us?" He said angrily: "I forbid you to call him an 'old guy'!" "What is he not an old guy? And a mean, nasty old guy!" He raised one hand, and she became even angrier: "what, you still want to hit me?"

He put his hand down and said tremblingly, "I forbid you to call him 'old guy'!" Although she didn't want to give in, she didn't dare to call her an "old guy" anymore. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer immediately. In this deep mountain and old forest, she is alone, a lone general, and he is a group of people, an army. If she It really doesn't count to be beaten up by him for making him angry. But she will not give up easily: "How can you tell outsiders about us?" "I didn't tell outsiders." "Then how did he know about us?"

"I will return his artifact." "You returned his artifact? Why?" "No need, just go back." She felt that she had wronged him a bit, and he returned the artifact, indicating that he decided not to use it anymore, but the perverted uncle refused to admit defeat, and taught him some tricks, and he, a fool, listened to it and really used it to implement it.She took a breath and said, "What kind of wine did he give you?" "Divine wine. He said that after drinking this wine, no matter how stubborn a woman is, she can be cured." "Then he said give me a drink, or give you a drink?"

"Drink all." She was a little funny, probably the idiot didn't understand, the uncle probably told him to let the two of them drink this wine before going to bed, and after drinking, the two of them were so excited that they did it.But he, the idiot, gave her to drink it during dinner, and she had a dream, sweated all over, and drank a glass of water, and the medicine disappeared. Who told him to watch TV for so long? She warned: "Don't touch those crooked thoughts. I'm a man of my word. If I say I won't let you touch me with a magic weapon, I definitely won't. If you get me drunk and touch me with a magic weapon I, I will never forgive you when I wake up."

He asked sadly and angrily: "Then you must make me unlucky?" "I didn't want you to be unlucky, you are afraid of unlucky, just don't touch me." "But I want to touch you!" "If you want to touch it, don't believe your Manjialing superstition." "It's not a superstition." "It's not superstitious, just believe it. Anyway, I don't believe it." His body was as hot as a lump of charcoal, and he could feel the heat from his body even if he didn't touch it, probably because he didn't drink water, didn't sweat, and the alcohol was still concentrated in his body.She began to caress him, and enlightened him: "You are a medical student, you should know that women's there is only a membrane, some women don't bleed at all, and some women have already removed the membrane when they were cycling or exercising." Broken..."

He asked hopefully, "Have you ever ridden a bicycle before?" "Of course I ride, I still ride every day." "do you have?" "Then who knows? Maybe, maybe not." "It's really going to be okay?" "I haven't heard anything happened to anyone." "But the uncle said that Man Jincai was bitten to death by wild animals because of his wife's thing, and Man Ergui fell to his death because of this..." "Listen to him! How does he know if someone has touched that thing? Will he tell him about the affairs between husband and wife? When he saw that something happened to these two people, he made up a story to lie to you. I promise One day he can say that the accident happened to these two people because of other reasons."

He probably thought of some example, and seemed to start to believe her, and asked half-believingly, "You promise that nothing will happen to me?" "How can this kind of thing be guaranteed? A person will definitely encounter some disasters in his life. If you want to connect the disaster with this matter far-fetchedly, I can't help it." He fell on top of her, flustered for a while, and entered the position.This time she was in a little pain, but not unbearable.Panting for breath, he rammed vigorously one after another, knocking her body against the wall, and every subsequent ramming would knock her head against the wall.She pushed him anxiously: "lightly, lightly, stop, let me lie down a little!"

He stopped, resting his hands on his hands to catch his breath.Like a snail against a big house, she moved down with great difficulty for a while. She estimated that her head would not hit the wall, so she stopped and said, "Okay." Now she can't feel any fun, but she is worried that he will push her against the wall again, and she has to support the bed with both hands to contend with him, and she has a funny feeling in her heart, is this that?Why are you so crazy? After rushing for a while, he lay on top of her, and the sweat all over his body passed to her. Both of them were slippery as if they had been oiled, making her feel like she had eaten fat.She pushed him: "Hey, get up, I can't stand your pressure, get up, wipe off your sweat, and sleep well." He seemed to be awakened by her shaking, rolled off her body, and rolled to the side. She got out of bed and found a towel, wiped off the sweat on her body, and went to wipe his sweat again. He hummed twice, not knowing whether to thank her or tell her not to disturb his sleep. She felt a little pain underneath, found out the toilet paper, wiped it, and found blood on the paper.She panicked, and hurriedly tore a large ball of toilet paper, walked to the bed, gently lifted the quilt, and wanted to wipe it for him.But he put his palms together on that place, protecting it like a shell. She carefully pulled his hand away, and he murmured, "What are you doing?" "Wipe it for you." He let go of his hand, let her wipe it, and continued to sleep by himself.She saw that he was also stained with blood, so she quickly wiped it with toilet paper, but it didn't wipe off after a few times, she tried to apply more force, but as soon as she exerted force, he woke up, sat up, and checked his place.She knew something was wrong, and sure enough, he looked up at her in panic: "Why is there blood?" "I don't know, maybe 'good friends'." He cried out in grief and indignation: "Ah? My whole family is going to be bloody!" "why?" "Riding through the court, the family is ruined." She suppressed her anger, and said, "This is not menstrual blood, but the blood of the red girl. But don't be superstitious, you won't be unlucky, this is something that many men can't think of." He still sat there with a sad face. She scolded and said: "You are a medical student, why are you so superstitious? Where is blood not blood? You have had so many operations and touched so much blood, are you unlucky? Aren't you alive and well? I am a woman. My child, this is the most important moment in my life. I am willing to be like this with you because I love you, and you have to be worthy of me. Now you don't cherish me and care about me, you just worry about you, that's no good at all The bad luck of existence, what do you want me to say about you?" He usually sits there as a clay sculpture and wood sculpture. She wiped him clean with a wet towel, and said, "Okay, wipe it off, and there's nothing wrong with it. If you sit there like a log again, I'll ignore you." He still didn't move. She had no choice but to take out her trump card: "I won't allow you to tell me any more bad luck. If you think I will make you bad luck, that's fine. I'll tell you so that you won't have bad luck." This trick really worked, he retorted: "I didn't say it was unlucky." "You didn't say it, but what do I think when you sit there sulking?" He lay down obediently, and she got into his arms: "You idiot, you are not happy that I am a red girl, but worried about it. Is the red girl bad? The red girl means that I have never loved other men, only love I’ve got you alone. Now that we’re not married, I’m willing to do this to you, isn’t it all because I love you? If you stay in a daze about this, I’m really going to blow it to you. " He stopped talking and just hugged her tightly silently. She felt that he accepted it and was very happy.At this moment, there are no outsiders, no Manjialing's rules and regulations, only she and him, loving each other.