Chapter 97 That mountain, that water

It was still early in the night. The faint moonlight shone through the fallen leaves and outlined the most beautiful patterns on the curtains with the colorful shadows. The dim bedside lamps changed color on the gilded bedside. The undulating reliefs had a bright red color with a faint golden light, which was as passionate as Li Shuyue's chaotic heart now.

The little Qin Qin rolled around by herself, and went to the foot of the bed, holding the sheet tightly, making Li Shuyue unable to pull her.

The wide bed seemed a little empty. Li Shuyue was lying, and the thin quilt was undulating like a small earth slope behind her hometown. Her knees, which were tightly tight and could not see a trace of wrinkles in the nest, had long eyelashes intertwined into curtains, and her small nose wings opened and closed slightly, exhaling a hot breath.

This should be the most comfortable time for the whole person. The whole room was quiet. He was studying under the light next door, making her feel so at ease. When she recalled the feeling of saying good night before going to bed, she was looking forward to seeing each other tomorrow morning. The quiet warmth would fill her chest and the corners of her mouth would slightly curl up beautifully.

But she couldn't feel at ease tonight. She knew that Qin An was no longer on the sofa in the living room at this time. He should have entered the room. What are he and Liao Yu doing now?

Li Shuyue is a mature woman, the kind of woman who already knows about men and women. What comes to her mind is the scene where she and Qin An secretly comfort each other. It is limited to this, as if she only knows about men and women at this level, but she also knows that what Qin An and Liao Yu do must be more than that.

She closed her eyes and couldn't hear the sound next door, but her ears were surrounded by Qin An's heavy breathing, which was a very familiar tone, like the horn of a boatman on the Yellow River, with the breath of men's sweat and strength. Whenever he caressed her body, teased the warm and wetness, when her slender hands wrapped around her fingers, when he hugged her body tightly, this was the breathing sound that was played for her. When Boya's fingers touched the spirit of the towering mountains, Zhong Ziqi said that it was as majestic as Mount Tai, and when he played the melody of the flowing water, Zhong Ziqi would say that it was as majestic as a river.

The mountain stands tall and straight, but is trembling waiting for touching. The water is flying passionately and condenses into a river in the surging and surging surging.

That mountain is as majestic as Mount Tai, and that water is as vast as rivers.

Originally, her daughter was like the last source of water in her life, irrigating her withering life, but when she thought that as her daughter grew up day by day, the gloom in her heart would eventually swallow her and move towards her old age in loneliness and self-pity.

She was originally just an ordinary little woman, and she only thought about the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea every day, and the warmth of her family. In the ordinary little days, she consumed her youth bit by bit. Qin An brought her out of such days, allowing her to walk into the joy of joy and the warmth of happiness.

Li Shuyue didn't know when she started, and she would always think about him before going to bed. She often saw him naked, and what kind of strong body that could make women feel at ease. She often looked at his trustworthy chest under the night light. The beating muscles were covered by his clothes. When he listened to him talking to him, he always had the urge to bury his cheeks in his chest and listen to him knocking on her eardrums and heartbeat.

At that time, she often thought that she was a restless woman after all, and she did not dare to show her true feelings, but she hid this feeling in the so-called warmth of her family. In his closeness and care for her relatives, she distorted his original intention and regarded it as a man's love for women. This idea of ​​revealing the ugly scars in her heart often made Li Shuyue feel guilty. When she listened to Qi Mei's words, women also had this instinct. She just couldn't control her body. Her heart did not really betray what she should insist on, and she was still wearing the cloak of revealing her principles and insisting on things that she could not know when she could be kept under the cloak of revealing her principles.

Until one day, he said, sister-in-law, you are so beautiful. When he met her eyes in the dim light, the bright light in his heart was shining. She understood a little. Maybe he cared about her and was considerate, not just needed her care. It was a kind of instinctive closeness and desire for the woman he liked. Just like her heart, she liked him, but not a physical need, but as a woman, she fell in love with a man she liked. Her heart had quietly entangled around him, and was beating happily with his passionate breathing.

These thoughts can only be buried in my heart, and cannot tell anyone. She even dared not test him. She didn't know where his bottom line was, nor did she know if he would really betray something for her. She didn't dare to imagine that if those things really happened, there would be a look of contempt in the eyes of others. So when Qi Mei kept thinking that something had happened to her and her brother-in-law, Li Shuyue denied it, but did not specifically stop Qi Mei from talking. Although she knew that Qi Mei's attitude was not representative, she still made her heart beat so happily and had some longing. If others knew that Qi Mei would just tease her like this, how good would it be?

The gentle and gentle tea fragrance of Li Shuyue's tea farmers seemed to have already penetrated into the depths of her soul, making her life a little bitter. If she tasted it carefully, it left a fragrance on her lips and teeth. She occasionally wondered if she had a cup of tea that had been run away, and she would wait for him to taste it. If she didn't taste it, it would be cold.

Or she would be the second tea soaked in water, which would be less rich in bitterness, but much sweeter and lighter.

Qin Qin rolled over, rolled down from the bed, lay on the ground, touched her belly, and fell asleep again.

Li Shuyue woke up in shock and hurriedly picked her up and put it beside her. Fortunately, Qin An was careful and thought that Qin Qin might often fall off the bed now and lay a loose carpet beside the bed. Otherwise, Qin Qin would not have bumped into it. Her uncle would not feel sorry for her. Although he would not blame her for sleeping so much as she was so sleeping, she would be embarrassed after all.

Li Shuyue thought about it and shook her head with a smile. Qin Qin and her uncle were even more kinky than her mother.

After covering Qin Qin with a blanket, Li Shuyue realized that her beautiful legs were a little sticky, and the thin pads were already soaked. The thin panties were wet and wet against the flesh. The wind blew the hem of the skirt, and she felt a chill there. She felt a sense of coldness. Her cheeks were so shy that she quickly took a new pair of underwear, held it tightly in her palm, and ran to the bathroom to prepare for cleaning.

Li Shuyue left the door, and there was still a shadow of light in the living room. She scared Li Shuyue and hurriedly ran back. She stood behind the door and felt a hurried glance just now. There seemed to be no one in the living room, but she heard a rumble and sweet voice that was sang and humming like a fountain.

There was also Qin An's heavy breathing and the gurgling sound of water, which made Li Shuyue's body soften for a long time.

After waiting for a while, Li Shuyue opened the door again and quietly looked at the living room where there was no one, but a gap was left in Qin An's room next door.

"The door is not closed." Li Shuyue complained. She didn't know if she should run back to the room to hide or do her own thing, and she was even more afraid that the sound of herself in the bathroom would alarm the two people in the room.

Li Shuyue's eyes couldn't help but shine through the gap, but Li Shuyue's heels could no longer move. Listening to the trembling and trembling screams all over her body, listening to Qin An's heavy and powerful breathing, Li Shuyue clenched her fists, as if her fingernails had pinched her palms. In an instant, blood-like liquid oozed out, and was covered with sweat, as if her whole body was like the ripe sunflower, bursting in the steaming sunlight. ** With the splashing sunflower seeps, she planted her body as plump as fertile land.

Li Shuyue leaned against the door wall and felt a little weak. The sounds were like the muffled thunder when the clouds were dense in summer, and like the lightning flashes hitting the sparks blooming from the dead trees, making the lurking in her heart burst out, and she could no longer suppress them.

Li Shuyue only saw Liao Yu's body, and understood why Qin An was so fascinated by this woman. Liao Yu's figure was slender but plump, but it did not make people feel fat. Her clothes were mostly tightly wrapped to reveal her curves, but it also made people unable to imagine the scene of her beautiful body blooming on Qin An. At this time, Li Shuyue could see clearly that Liao Yu's shoulders were thin and her waist was like a bee, but now it clearly showed that beauty. From the waist down, the curve that made the man fascinated became wider suddenly. The two petals were strangely fat and full, in contrast to her slender upper body. The snow was swaying softly and a wave of dazzling whiteness, which made Li Shuyue feel nervous, let alone Qin An.

Li Shuyue felt that her lips were involuntarily separated. Qin An's posture seemed to be doing it to her, which made her throat moan. Although the sound was as soft as silk, it still scared Li Shuyue. She quickly bit the small fabric in her hand and ran back to her room in panic, not caring about cleaning it.

Li Shuyue retracted into the quilt, as if she was afraid that she would be discovered and that Qin An would chase him out. After a long time, the big bed trembled slightly, like the sound of Qin Anchen's footsteps stepping on the grass while running, like thunder shaking the window. She couldn't help but lift the quilt. The water in March was flooding among the valleys, and the thin water was scattered on the warm and soft hillside, smooth, delicate and charming.
Chapter completed!