Skin to skin contact.
The warmth from his ears.
His face was feeling the softness.
That was how Zhang Ye was lying on Rao Aimin's lap. Disregarding Rao Aimin's nagging, he shamelessly refused to move.
Ah!
Such elasticity!
Her thighs were so full of flesh!
Rao Aimin's long legs were really not your everyday kind of legs. They were classy legs, full of purity, legs with morals, a pair of legs that was absent of vileness. They were a pair of legs that were beneficial to the people!
As a man, Zhang Ye was somewhat ashamed. Rao Aimin, a woman in her thirties, was in much better physical shape than he was. If she had flexed her muscles, she would definitely have a much leaner appearance than Zhang Ye. Maybe it was because of her training since she was young, while Zhang Ye had used the game ring to attain his martial arts. Furthermore, he had not eaten many skill books, so there was definitely no way for him to compare with her.
Humans were usually like this. When you had something, you don't treasure it as much. The things that you don't have, are especially desirable and wanted.
For example, the landlord auntie's pair of legs. He did not have those.
And his landlord auntie's breasts, he did not have those either.
Well, actually he did have breasts, but they were man breasts and weren't that large.
Zhang Ye laid down there and occasionally slightly opened his eyes to look up. He was greeted by the glorious view of two raised parts of the body at a close up. He took a deep breath and could even smell the fabric around her breasts. Rao Aimin was wearing a gray cotton sweater today coupled with a white pair of training pants. Her legs were exposed and she was wearing a pair of flats. It wasn't a very fashionable look, but matched well with the landlord auntie's traditional image. Zhang Ye had known her for so long, but had never seen her wear high heels before. It was always flats, possibly because that was a martial artist's stubbornness, but conversely, it could also be said that it was a presentation of confidence.
"Get lost."
"Let me lie down for a while."
"Do you really think I don't dare to finish you?"
"Then go ahead. I'm already so heavily injured that I'm already on death’s door. It wouldn't matter if I get hurt more. This will not burden me further."
"..."
As he said so, Zhang Ye turned around sideways to face Rao Aimin's stomach. His nose was touching her belly and his forehead buried in it. There was really no hint of any excess fat, much flatter than Zhang Ye's own belly. Then he took a deep breath through his nose and mouth, taking in the smell of maturity, a smell of light fragrance. It was probably the smell of her clothes, but whether it was the smell of the outer clothes or the under clothes, Zhang Ye did not know. After all, Zhang Ye's nose and face were close to Rao Aimin's white training pants and the underwear inside.
How refreshing!
This kind of life, was too comfortable!
With this, Zhang Ye's hands became increasingly unbridled. He naturally reached over and wrapped his hand around Rao Aimin's hips.
Rao Aimin seemed like she was about to say something.