Chapter 18, Mom! That's my hand!

　　Zhuo Yuchen's footsteps became clearer and clearer. 　　One step ...... 　　Two steps ...... 　　Three steps ...... 　　The position of the bed was in the darkest part of the corner. 　　However, Zhuo Yuqin was not blind, and could definitely tell if there was one person or two on the bed. 　　An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness spread to Fan Qirong's whole body, she looked at Zhuo Yuchen who was approaching step by step, lightly bit her sexy lips, and in her haste, she exerted the imagination of a novelist's heavenly imagination, and accomplished an almost impossible task with Ren Hao. 　　The small quilt was suddenly lifted up high by Fan Qirong's legs, and she used her own body and the quilt to block Zhuo Yuchen's view, then tugged Ren Hao's arm, and forcefully made him straddle her body. 　　At this moment, Fan Qirong didn't care about being shy, letting Ren Hao spread his feet apart, supporting the quilt surface with his body, while she herself drew back her thighs from his crotch, and then splitting her legs and resting on the upper side of Ren Hao's thighs, tightly clamping down on him. 　　Fan Qirong was lying flat underneath, and he himself was lying on top of her. 　　Truly, Ren Hao was confused at once, and he, who had never been in close contact with a woman before, didn't dare to move at all. 　　Smelling the subtle ringing over there, Zhuo Yuchen noticed the abnormality, "Qirong, what are you tossing na?" 　　"Oh, uh, my legs are a bit sore, I'm moving around, huh, nothing much." 　　Fan Qirong was well designed, in this situation, the only way to make the bed reveal only one person's figure was this position. She was afraid that there would be a mistake, and with a gasp, she pressed Ren Hao's upper body towards her body again, and casually carried a sheep pillow from her side, and stuffed it hard into the quilt. 　　On the surface, it appeared that Fan Qirong was lying on her back on the bed with her knees bent and a pillow in her hands, without any loopholes. However, the actual situation was known only to the two of them. 　　"It's already four o'clock, alas, why isn't Xiao Hao back yet?" I don't know if Zhuo Yuchen saw Aunt Rong's abnormality, she wrinkled her eyebrows and slowly sat on the bed, her line of sight shifting to the window for a while, and landing on Fan Qirong for a while. 　　Fan Qirong's eyes darted around, and her plan came to her mind, "Ah, big sister, I remembered, this morning Hao asked me to borrow fifty dollars, saying that he wanted to go out with his classmates to eat lamb kebabs in the evening, alas, look at my brain." 　　"Then why didn't he ask me for the money?" Zhuo Yanqin frowned at her. 　　"I guess he was afraid that you wouldn't let him go out at night, so that's why he didn't tell you." Fan Qirong was full of nonsense, even without blinking, "The one who runs the skewer stall at the entrance of our hutong knows Hao, it will be fine, well, they are about to start school, and the new students will have to liaise with each other for a bit, so I guess they won't be able to come back before dawn, and you, you should hurry up and take a rest too." 　　By the looks of it, Zhuo Yuchen seems to believe it, she is slightly relieved, "That's good, that's good ah, Qirong you talk to your sister, take your time and wait for Xiao Hao to come back." 　　"...... Well ...... okay." In order not to arouse suspicion, Fan Qirong could only answer. 　　Feeling the dissimilarity in her lower body, Fan Qirong screamed, her face was so flushed that it seemed like it was going to drip blood, charming as hell! 　　Under the quilt. 　　Ren Hao was once again plunged into the blank darkness, he could feel the gradually rising temperature of the female body underneath him, hot and screaming. 　　His heartbeat had long exceeded one hundred and eighty beats per minute, and his mouth was dry as he sucked in his breath, the feeling of dryness rising straight up from the bottom of his heart. 　　Aunt Rong is wearing a white silk halter nightgown today, which has a silky feeling, but gradually, because the temperature under the thin quilt is too high, and also because of the subtle changes in Aunt Rong's mood, the fine silk is soon soaked through by the two men's perspiration, and it is slippery and greasy on the contact surface of the two men's bodies. 　　There were some charming flavors. 　　The most worthwhile thing to say is the following shot. 　　Maybe Auntie Rong was in too much of a hurry when she moved, maybe the silk nightgown was too soft, at the moment when Auntie Rong flexed her legs, the nightgown, which was already extremely short, actually slid down her rounded legs to the root of her thighs, and even, there was a tendency to move towards the waistline. 　　Ren Hao's mind was hot, and there was only one uncontrollable thought in his mind - kissing her. 　　No way no way! 　　Auntie Rong is in the same generation as mother, how can I cross the line! 　　If I really do something excessive to her, then in the future, the relationship with Aunt Rong is bound to break down, and it will be hard to find another elder who is so gentle to him or her. 　　Ren Hao gritted his teeth and resolutely gave up this idea. 　　But, really want to bite so hard on the snow-white tender flesh on her chest ah. 　　"How's the book writing going these days? How much do you think you can sell it this time?" 　　"It's not too bad, as for how many sales, I'm not too sure." Fan Qirong tried her best to shift her attention to Zhuo Yuchen, "However, I estimate that it should at least sell better than the last book." 　　Outside the small quilt, mother and Auntie Rong were casually chattering about their family, and it could be heard that Auntie Rong's voice would quiver every now and then, and a regal, sheepish whisper would even come out from deep in her throat. 　　That is, it was ripe and charming in flavor. 　　"Qirong, are you uncomfortable, why do I keep hearing that humming from you?" Zhuo Yuchen reached out to Fan Qirong's head, "Don't move, let me see if you have a fever." 　　Admittedly, Ren Hao chose to stay still, but people are alive, as long as the heart is still beating, how can they keep their body in an absolutely static position? 　　Her whole body itched as if millions of ants were crawling on her body, Fan Qirong forced down the fire in her heart and slowly pushed away Zhuo Yuchen's arm, "I'm fine." 　　"Look at how sweaty you are." Zhuo Yuchen looked at her slightly strangely, "In the middle of summer, it's not too hot to cover up so much, come out and get some air." 　　Zhuo Yuzhen reached out and grabbed a corner of the quilt, tugging it upwards. ...... 　　Seeing that she was going to lift the quilt, Fan Qirong was horrified, "No, no, I'm on a diet, sweating is just right." She stabilized the quilt with one hand, not letting go of her hand even in death. 　　"You ah, the figure is just right, nothing to lose weight for?" Zhuo Yanqin sighed and shook his head, "Sister nagging a sentence, you do not love to hear, qi rong, you are thirty-one, it is time to find a family, or this woman over thirty-five, wrinkles also came, the body also faded, and then want to look for a better conditions of the object, can be difficult." 　　Suddenly, Zhuo Yanqin reached out and touched into the quilt, grabbed Fan Qirong's arm, stroked it back, pulled her sweaty palms to the outside of the quilt, and patted her hand with a long and sincere voice: "You don't want to listen, alas, Sister is a person who has been there, and what she said is the truth, and you, think about it." 　　Fan Qirong stayed for a moment, strangely blinking her eyes, looked down at the small hand that Zhuo Yuchen was pinching, whirling, her beautiful eyebrows could not help but strangely knit slightly, subconsciously moved her two arms under the quilt ...... 　　"......" 　　My God! 　　Auntie Rong changed color in a flash! 　　Under the dark and cloudy quilt, Ren Hao s tears are almost flowing out Mom, you shot ...... that is my hand!