Rong Yan's neck was both sore and itchy from Fu Jingsheng's sucking.
She reached out and scratched Fu Jingsheng's head: "Don't bite, your clothes won't cover it in the summer."
Fu Jingsheng changed his position and pointed his finger at Rong Yan's chest: "It can be hidden here."
Before Rong Yan could speak, the man had already covered her, leaving several hickeys on her fair skin.
"Fu Jingsheng." Rong Yan scratched several marks on the man's back with her ten fingers.
She tried her best to control herself and not make a sound.
Fu Jingsheng kissed Rong Yan for a while, then straightened up, leaned back on the sofa, and patted his leg: "Sit on."
"Huh?" The woman who was lying there enjoying herself was stunned. Did she still need to do it?
"I'm so tired." Rong Yan complained. Every time she sat down, the aftereffects were immediate. Her inner thighs were so sore that she could barely walk. She didn't want to go up.
Fu Jingsheng knelt down, leaned over Rong Yan, and lifted her up so that she was perpendicular to him.
"If you don't want to move, then don't. I'll do it." He said, kissing the woman's back, and while Rong Yan wasn't paying attention, he ran towards the exam questions.
Rong Yan leaned on the sofa armrest and looked up to notice that the door to the stairwell was unlocked, with a slight gap showing. What if someone came up to call them for dinner later...
"Fu Jingsheng, wait, the door isn't closed properly," she said, pressing down on the man's hand.
A man who's already intoxicated can't stop.
"It's okay, no one will go straight upstairs," the man said, panting.
He sped up, leaving Rong Yan speechless.
Downstairs, the maid forgot to ask Rong Yan how many bowls of soup to make for dinner, so she asked Xiao Baihe if she knew. Xiao Baihe said, "I'll go ask."
She skipped and hopped up the stairs, making a sound as she stepped on them.
The girl said as she walked, "Sister, how many bowls of soup should I make tonight?"
Rong Yan didn't hear it at first, until the sound got closer and closer, and Xiao Baihe was almost on the second floor.
"Sister." The girl stopped when she saw the door was closed, and heard a shy voice.
Rong Yan also heard Xiao Baihe's shouts, and she hurriedly went to pick up the blanket on the ground.
Little Lily instantly understood: "Sister, I didn't hear anything. You guys continue. I'll go down and tell them to make six bowls. I'll drink the rest if there's any more."
She took off running downstairs.
Rong Yan felt a wave of dizziness; she was utterly humiliated. But Fu Jingsheng seemed unconcerned, continuing to bustle about behind her.
The man didn't stop for a second when he heard the shouts from the stairwell.
Rong Yan lay sprawled on the sofa, utterly dejected. Oh well, Xiao Baihe already knew what kind of people she and Fu Jingsheng were anyway, so be it.
Fu Jingsheng scratched the woman's waist: "Get up a little. It's hard for me to handle you like this."
Rong Yan was lifted up, her back against the man's chest, her head tilted back, her waist and hips curving into a large curve. Fu Jingsheng put his arm around her shoulder to prevent her from being thrown off when he exerted force.
The woman urged them on, and after twenty minutes, the two finished. The man paused for a moment and said, "I felt like I couldn't go on anymore, it was so short."
"If we don't do good deeds at this time, we have to hurry up. There are so many people at home, it would be so embarrassing to go downstairs later." Rong Yan pouted.
"Then this doesn't count. Come back properly tonight." Fu Jingsheng took a sip of water.
"ah?"
"Why doesn't it count, Fu Jingsheng? I need to give you a proper explanation." Rong Yan typed "[How long is normal for marital relations]" into the webpage, and most of the answers that popped up were that ten minutes was appropriate, and very few people said twenty or thirty minutes. But for Fu Jingsheng, twenty minutes was just an appetizer.
"See for yourself." She handed the phone to Fu Jingsheng.
"Ten minutes?" the man read aloud with a frown. "No way! Ten minutes is premature ejaculation."
Rong Yan slapped him across the face: "Do you know how many people you're going to offend with those words?"
“Prolonged exposure is also a kind of illness,” the woman continued.
Fu Jingsheng: ...
He checked his phone and found that quite a few people were reporting that the process was taking too long and needed treatment.
"It's not that I can't get out, I'm just trying to hold it in for a little longer," the man explained.
"I know, I was just saying, not that you have a problem, you're doing great, it's just... don't just focus on the duration, I'm really worried that if this continues, you'll be worn out sooner or later." Since the topic had come up, Rong Yan simply voiced her concerns.
Even an iron pestle can be ground into a needle, let alone flesh and skin.
"Why are you talking about such inappropriate topics in broad daylight?" Rong Yan shuddered after saying this, realizing she had really been corrupted by Fu Jingsheng.
"Alright, that's enough. I'm going to pack up and go downstairs." Rong Yan slowly stood up.
Fu Jingsheng grabbed her hand: "No, explain yourself."
Rong Yan turned around and cupped the man's face in her hands: "It's hard to explain in a short time, how about we discuss it again tonight? I'm hungry, let's go downstairs and have some fruit first."
She broke free.
After Xiaobaihe went downstairs, she casually mentioned a number.
She sat on the sofa and gulped down a glass of water, wondering if her sister would blame her for being so insensible.
After finishing her drink, the girl slapped her head and said, "Little Lily, how can you be so clueless?"
"Girl, what's wrong?" Han Yue asked when she returned from her beauty treatment and saw the girl in the living room hitting her head repeatedly.
Little Lily stammered, "Auntie, no, it's nothing. I just forgot something and suddenly remembered it. I blame myself for being so stupid."
Han Yue took the girl's arm and said, "Oh, it's nothing, let's not fight anymore, it's heartbreaking to see." She rubbed Xiao Baihe's head.
Then he asked, "Are Rong Yan and the others home?"
"Upstairs." Xiaobaihe's face suddenly turned red, but fortunately Han Yue didn't notice.
"Oh, I'll call them down for dinner later. They've been running around these past few days and they must be exhausted."
Han Yue and Xiao Baihe hadn't finished chatting when they saw Rong Yan come downstairs.
“Mom,” she called out with a smile.
Fu Jingsheng kept his arm around his wife's waist.
Rong Yan swayed left and right. There were so many people downstairs, it was tiring to even go down the stairs.
The more a woman shakes, the tighter a man holds her. When you're pampering your wife at home, why should you care about what other people think?
I need to be affectionate all the time, so that those clueless people will know that I can't even go up the stairs, lest I disturb them.
Han Yue smiled meaningfully.
"Jing Sheng, you need to pay attention to your appearance even at home. Your clothes are buttoned up wrong."
Fu Jingsheng lowered his head, quickly turned around, and straightened his clothes.
Rong Yan glanced at herself and thankfully found herself to be quite neat.
She sat down next to her mother-in-law.
Xiao Baihe lowered her head, not daring to look Rong Yan in the eye.
Noticing the girl's unusual behavior, Rong Yan pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Baihe, bring me some watermelon."
"Okay." Xiaobaihe came over after cutting the watermelon.
As Rong Yan bent down to poke the watermelon with a fruit fork, her long hair fell into the fruit bowl. She tried to tuck it behind her temples, but some hair still peeked out.
Seeing that it was inconvenient for her daughter-in-law to eat fruit with her hair down, Han Yue kindly gathered her hair up, saying, "Mom will hold it for you."
Han Yue accidentally noticed the marks on her daughter-in-law's neck and quickly let her hair down, saying, "Just like that, I'll pick up the fruit bowl for you."
Rong Yan: ……
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