Luo Wenyuan has no memory of his parents, but he has a good relationship with his uncle Luo Shaohui. Luo Shaohui is only fourteen years older than Luo Wenyuan, and the relationship between the two is like that of father and brother. Luo Shaohui's death was a great blow to Luo Wenyuan.
Qingshan has both parents, and cannot empathize with Luo Wenyuan's experience. All words of comfort are pale and powerless, so Qingshan said nothing, but put his arm around Luo Wenyuan's waist and accompanied him quietly.
Luo Wenyuan smelled the fragrance of his daughter on Qingshan, and his mood slowly calmed down: "When your summer vacation comes, I will take you to Angel City. My second aunt and her family settled there. They will definitely like you very much when they see you."
"Okay, Wenyuan, why doesn't your second aunt stay in China to accompany grandpa?"
"My second aunt suffered a miscarriage due to a stimulus and also developed amniotic fluid embolism, and she almost died. After that, she was afraid of the cold, and on rainy days, the joints in her hands ached so much that she couldn't stretch them out. My cousin was born at seven months and spent six months in an incubator. As she grew older, her health wasn't good either, and she was always sick. My uncle is a Chinese-American. Twenty years ago, the medical conditions and living environment in the United States were better than those in China, so my uncle brought my second aunt and my cousin to the United States. Angeles City has long sunshine hours year-round, dry weather with little rain, and a mild climate, which is perfect for my second aunt and cousin to recuperate, so they settled there as a family."
"My second aunt misses grandpa and me, and she often came back to visit us in the past few years. But her health isn't good. The wind in the capital is so strong that she falls ill every time she returns, which makes grandpa worry. So she hasn't been back much in recent years, but she calls quite often."
"So that's how it is!" Qingshan understood. Luo Wenyuan's second aunt was most likely injured during childbirth, which left her with a chronic illness. That's why she was particularly afraid of the cold.
"Wait until I see your second aunt and cousin, I'll take their pulses and prescribe some medicine to regulate their bodies. Don't worry, Qingshan will be able to cure the disease and return with his skillful hands—hmm..."
Before Qingshan could finish her words, Luo Wenyuan turned around and pressed down on her with two thin lips. Although Qingshan always teased Luo Wenyuan, she became nervous when the time came. She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to open them at all. She only felt the burning lips and tongue pressing on her, tossing and turning, looking for a way out.
Luo Wenyuan started by sucking gently, teasing Qingshan's nipples with an inexperienced manner, then slowly becoming more skilled and at ease. Luo Wenyuan held the back of Qingshan's head with his right hand, and hugged her waist with his left hand, repeatedly kissing Qingshan's plump lips. His breathing gradually became heavier, and his arms around Qingshan gradually tightened, as if to rub her into his body. The gentle sucking turned into a possessive nibble.
It was the first time that Qingshan had been controlled by someone like this. There was a masculine smell of alcohol in her mouth, and her lips and tongue were domineeringly taken away by Luo Wenyuan. Her chest gradually became hot, and her body inexplicably softened.
Just as Luo Wenyuan was about to move down Qingshan's white and flexible neck to seize possession, there was a loud "bang" of metal falling to the ground. Both of them paused. Qingshan took the opportunity to put his hand on Luo Wenyuan's chest and looked at him from a distance.
There was still silver liquid at the corners of the two people's lips, Qingshan's cheeks were flushed, and there were physiological tears in Taohua's eyes, which made her more passionate and arousing.
Luo Wenyuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he leaned forward to kiss Qingshan's lips, but she stretched out two white jade fingers and pressed them on her lips.
"What are you doing? Lecher!"
Qingshan's voice was hoarse, and his expression, which seemed to be either angry or angry, was quite charming. Luo Wenyuan reached out and wiped away the silver hair from the corner of Qingshan's lips. His fingers brushed across the soft, crimson lips, and his heart was once again filled with an uncontrollable throbbing.
"I'm not a pervert, Qingshan, I'm serious, I love you!"
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