1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 90: The Kind Heart Moved

"Yes, I'll give it to you to bite."

As expected of a young woman, Deng Leling doesn’t have the shyness of a little girl at all.

He completely ignored Zhai Yuan's second sentence and just responded to his first one.

She looked at him teasingly, and rubbed the fingers on Zhai Yuan's chin upwards, her delicate fingertips circling around his lips.

Go against Tiangang!

Zhai Yuan didn't tolerate her and just kept showing off, which scared Deng Leling so much that she screamed and pulled her hand back, with teeth marks and saliva on it.

"It's dirty and full of saliva. Hey, why are you so unlucky?"

She frowned, raised her fingers, and wiped them a few times with a tissue.

"This is where we are."

Zhai Yuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bed. Deng Leling's upper body was almost lying flat beside him, and their profiles were close to each other.

"Do you smoke?"

Deng Leling stared into Zhai Yuan's eyes and suddenly asked.

Zhai Yuan remembered that she was asked on the phone to help bring Bao Hongwan over, but he was not in the mood for that at the moment.

He shook his head, reached out to stroke Deng Leling's black and smooth hair, touched her face, pinched her ears, and hooked her chin.

Deng Leling's breathing became heavier involuntarily, her eyes welled up with tears, and she moved closer to him.

The exhaled breath hit Zhai Yuan's face.

"Why would you get stabbed for no reason? Are you jealous?" Deng Leling asked softly in a disgusting voice.

"Yeah." Zhai Yuan answered casually, rubbing his fingers on her red lips, circling her lips with his fingertips like she had done to him before.

Deng Leling pouted, bit Zhai Yuan's finger hard, and asked, "Because of your cousin?"

Zhai Yuan froze: "Who told you?"

Deng Leling snorted and said in a muffled voice, "Your housing estate mates told you about it. You even took her to a teahouse and the beach. What happened this time? Did you get killed because of jealousy? No wonder you haven't contacted me recently."

Liang Zhichao, I'll fuck you!

Even without mentioning the name, Zhai Yuan knew who was talking too much.

At times like this, you have to quickly change the subject.

"You always have wild thoughts. Do I look like a fool? You can even say something like I'm jealous of someone. It seems like you really don't understand me at all. How could I be jealous of someone? Don't let your thoughts run wild. I'm not that kind of fool."

Zhai Yuan's expression remained unchanged as he talked nonsense for a few rounds. He used this short period of time to brainstorm frantically, thinking as he spoke, and slowly put together a set of words.

His expression remained unchanged, his smile showed three parts of bitterness, six parts of doting and one part of disappointment, he said: "Actually I didn't want to tell you, but since you asked, I'll tell you. It's mainly because of the aftermath of Deng Guangrong's incident. He wanted you to sign a contract with his company, of course I didn't agree, so I teamed up with the insurance company to put him in jail to prevent him from harassing you again."

"Before he entered Stanley, he still wanted to take revenge on us, and he contacted his uncle in Ma Jiao, wanting to send a knifeman to kill us. When I got wind of it, I was worried that you would be scared, so I never mentioned it."

"I didn't contact you during this period because I knew you were taking classes at the Cantonese Opera Troupe and wouldn't be in danger. I deliberately went out alone to lure the knifemen out. Today, I finally lured them out and killed the two knifemen who wanted to kill us at once. The crime scene is near this area. You should see a report on the news tomorrow."

The highest level of lying is that every word you say is true, but the combination of words blurs the point.

For example: Throughout the history of the World Cup, only three teams have defeated the Chinese national football team, and all other strong teams have never been qualified to play against the Chinese national football team in the past hundred years!

Does Deng Guangrong want to sleep with Deng Leling? Yes, he does.

Did he send a knifeman? Of course.

Is Zhai Yuan injured? Of course.

Isn’t this the thread?
Zhai Yuan continued to chat, "It's a pity that something unexpected happened and I got stabbed by accident. It's all my fault for being careless, but as long as you're okay, that's fine."

He felt that if he jumped into the Yangtze River now, people all over the country would be able to drink green tea.

But Deng Leling believed it all. She covered her lips lightly, her face was surprised and stunned, and her eyes gradually revealed something sparkling.

"you……"

Deng Leling stared at Zhai Yuan with a complicated expression, sat up, and shifted her gaze to the layers of bandages on his back. She was obviously deeply moved.

So, you have to speak out about what you have paid for. Don’t be dumb and keep silent, even if you are making it up.

Zhai Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Okay, this will get me through.

"Foolishly."

Deng Leling suddenly burst into laughter again, leaned down and pressed her face against Zhai Yuan's back, her soft red lips rubbing against the edge of the bandage.

It moved up little by little until it stopped at Zhai Yuan's neck. It bit his earlobe and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

The second time I asked this question, I did not have any warning.

Zhai Yuan looked up at her curiously.

Is this some kind of codeword in your circle of young women?

"Okay."

Zhai Yuan agreed.

Deng Leling raised the corners of her mouth, half lying on the edge of the bed, without turning around, just looking at Zhai Yuan with a smile, bending her arms behind her back, groping for her shoulder bag on the counter, and took out a bag of Hongwan from it.

He opened the package, took out one and put it into Zhai Yuan's mouth.

Zhai Yuan waited for two seconds, but didn't wait for her to make the next move. He bit the cigarette butt and asked, "Where's the light?"

Deng Leling's eyes were charming and she unbuttoned the buttons of her denim shirt one by one with her onion-like fingers, revealing a white short-sleeved vest underneath.

She didn't dare touch Zhai Yuan's wound, so she gently wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled her plump body wrapped in the white vest forward, and brought out her charm on her blushing face.

Her eyes dropped, indicating Zhai Yuan to look at her fair and tender skin that was mostly squeezed out of her collar.

Deng Leling licked her lip and said in a hoarse voice: "My bag is full, so I had to put the lighter in here. You can take it yourself."

Zhai Yuan's mouth was dry.

Is it popular to play like this now?
Lying face down on the bed, Zhai Yuan raised his knees and felt his pants were a little tight.

"How could you be so careless? Let me see where you dropped it."

He said this with a normal look and put his hand into his collar.

There are no steel rings or cushions that hurt your hands. The body is naturally gifted. It becomes soft when you lie down, and it is very firm when you stand up.

The top three buttons of the denim shirt were undone, just enough for a hand to fit in.

That’s strange, where is the lighter?
Zhai Yuan felt that his addiction to smoking was getting stronger and stronger.

I want nicotine.

He wanted to quickly light the red cigarette in his mouth, so he put his palm into the slippery food and searched carefully.

Deng Leling's face became redder and redder, and her breathing became heavier. The arms around Zhai Yuan became soft and weak, and her slender fingers like onion roots inserted into his hair. Her two sweet thighs wrapped in jeans twisted unconsciously.

“I remember a Buddhist story.”

Zhai Yuan reached down with one hand and stroked her hot face with the other.

Under Deng Leling's puzzled gaze, he pushed open her moist red lips with his thumb, and his rough fingertips slid across her pearly teeth, sinking into the moist and soft flesh.

"There was a monk who was lecturing on Zen at the seaside. The wind was blowing the waves. Someone asked him which was moving, the wind or the waves? The monk replied, it was not the wind that was moving, it was not the waves."

As he spoke, he pinched Deng Leling's heart where it beat the most: "It's the benevolent heart that is moved."

(End of this chapter)