I know all your sensitive spots!
"I know all your sensitive spots!"
52.
"You really like Lanjian, don't you?"
"You like her so much that you're willing to give up your discharge application for her, right?"
Mingyue Sheng's words were like a bolt of lightning, flashing blindingly across Chongming's heart. The roaring sound came in waves, occasionally sweeping in like a storm, keeping Chongming awake all night.
As Ming Yuesheng had said, he did intend to retain his military rank and continue serving in the army. This was also why he was unwilling to accompany his father to the army's celebration—he needed to maintain his secret identity to return to the Valiant Battalion. However, it was also true that he told Dou Yaozu he wanted to appear before the soldiers in another way. After the New Year, the Particle Physics and Nuclear Energy Committee was collaborating to offer courses on nuclear safety and radiation protection within the Southern Army. Chongming's business trip with Zhong Shiqing before the New Year was for this very reason, to meet and discuss the matter with the commanders of various local military units.
This is an important annual agenda of the association. This year, Chongming will prepare lessons and teach with Lanjian. So right now, he needs to make sure that his identity as the son of Major General Lu is not exposed, so he cannot go with his father to reward the troops.
But what does this have to do with whether he likes Meng Lanjian or not?
Chongming couldn't understand how Weiwei had come to that conclusion. He hadn't told anyone about his decision.
The fireworks and firecrackers on New Year's Eve were noisy, and even the vast and empty Shenhua Village couldn't escape the rare festive atmosphere. Chongming turned over irritably, and his palm accidentally brushed against something soft during the movement—Lanjian's soft yet elastic breast.
He carefully held her in his hands, kneading her through her thin cotton nightgown. The more he touched her, the more comfortable she felt, as if she had finally found solace. Unable to suppress the burning excitement in his body, he lowered his head and buried it in her neckline.
...
Lan Jian goes to bed early, so he naturally wakes up early as well.
But she was awakened this morning by a heavy, squeezing, and dull pain in her chest. Opening her eyes, she saw Chongming's neat, short, black hair, and her own nipples rising and falling with his breath near his lips. The dull pain came from her swollen, red nipples, clearly indicating they had been sucked and licked for a long time.
The straps of her nightgown had long since slipped off her smooth shoulders. Lan Jian pushed Chongming's head away with difficulty, pulled up the straps, and tiptoed into the bathroom.
Chongming hadn't spoken to her about his feelings, but she could sense that he had been under a lot of mental burden these past few days, and she wanted to find a way to help him relax.
When Chongming woke up, it was almost noon. Xie Nandu was carefully explaining something to Lanjian while holding a folder. Wang Xiyu led Xie Tangqian far away, as if afraid that her son would hear something inappropriate for children. Chongming looked at the familiar folder and instantly stopped in his tracks.
"You also need to fill in your daily contraception methods and frequency of sexual activity. Please send it back to the laboratory address on the first page once a month. You can pay upon delivery; you don't need to send it under your real name."
"Okay, do I need to tell you when I finish this medicine?"
Having finally recruited another couple willing to participate in the Phase III clinical trial of the male contraceptive, Xie Nandu beamed and handed over a pen. "Just have DouDou send me a message. Our two families live so close, the project leader will provide door-to-door delivery service. Come on, since you've made up your mind, just sign these informed consent forms and confidentiality agreements... Hey, DouDou! Come on, your wife has already signed, what are you waiting for?!"
Ever since Xie Nandu married Wang Xiyu and experienced the failure of the first clinical trial, and with the birth of Xie Tang, Chongming had been skeptical of the male contraceptive drug that Xie Nandu had been developing. Furthermore, his unmarried status meant he didn't meet the basic requirements for the experiment, thus escaping unscathed.
I never expected that this day would finally come.
Lan Jian pulled Chongming aside and whispered, "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Xiuyun said that you shouldn't bring bad luck to others on the first day of the Lunar New Year. I think the experiment itself is very valuable, and the process is quite interesting. Let's try it out. If you don't like it or there are any side effects, you can stop immediately!"
The naive Meng Lanjian was moved by Xie Nandu's lofty and valuable rhetoric and decisively decided to participate in the experiment. Chongming resignedly signed his wife's name in the spouse column of her residence permit and saw the guest off.
“The roads have reopened. I’m going to take Weiwei home later, but I don’t plan to see any guests. I’ll come back as soon as I drop her off. Do you want to go out together or stay home and rest?” Chongming asked as he bent down to adjust the position of the beanbag chair.
"No, it's too cold to change my clothes before going out."
"Oh, right," Chongming said, turning to look at Lanjian as if he had just remembered something, "that young lady always insists on having the passenger seat reserved for her whenever she rides in my car. You don't mind, do you?"
Passenger seat.
Although the car had been washed three times by the two of them and left to air out in the garage for three days with the windows open, Meng Lanjian's cheeks flushed instantly when she thought of their crazy time in the birch forest that day.
That day, after the two finished in the back seat
Chongming carried Lanjian back to the passenger seat. The car turned around, and Chongming, hearing Lanjian's continued panting, stopped again, climbed into the passenger seat, and flipped her over, making her kneel on the seat with her hands on the back. He took a condom from his pocket and put it on; the second time, he was much more skilled. He pulled down her recently put-on pants and thrust into her slippery, warm, and incredibly moist vulva.
Meng Lanjian had long since lost the strength to resist, letting him lie on her back, pressing tightly against her as he penetrated deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Finally, Chongming, his temples damp with sweat, embraced Meng Lanjian, whose body seemed soaked in snow water, and ejaculated with a satisfying gusto. Meng Lanjian's knees were red from his weight, her fingers leaving intimate, damp marks on the chair back, while his body was covered in her lip prints and scratches. Chongming pulled her onto his lap, stroking her smooth, delicate back, and grandly explained his sudden, second penetration—
"Since I'm going to wash the car anyway, the only thing I haven't tried is the passenger seat. I'll only know which one is more comfortable after I've tried them all."
Lan Jian spat at him, "Aren't you ashamed?"
He drew his own conclusion: "Compared to other options, the passenger seat is the most comfortable. With the driver's seat, there's a steering wheel, and it's easy to bump into things no matter how you move. I'm always worried about hurting you and not being able to enjoy myself as much as I should. The back seat is spacious, but it's not much different from sitting on a sofa. At most, you can open the sunroof to see the scenery outside, but it's not really suitable for both of you to see it at the same time, so it's not very romantic."
As Lan Jian listened to him assess the car sex experience from different seats as if he were conducting research and analyzing data, she became somewhat interested in listening further. "What about the passenger seat?"
"The space is just right, it's tight and hot when we're tucked together, and it feels wonderful to hold onto the handle on the roof and let the car sway along with it." Chongming lifted Lanjian, who was sitting on his lap and was sliding down, back onto him. Her plump buttocks trembled slightly in his palm, feeling full and soft to the touch. He sighed comfortably, "From now on, we'll sit in the passenger seat. It'll be easier to manage then."
Exhausted and dizzy, Meng Lanjian couldn't even tell if he meant "do" or "sit." She let him dress her again, and after what seemed like an eternity, they drove away from the birch forest in the snow.
Having experienced the trauma of sex in a car, Lan Jian was no longer inclined to sit in the front.
She saw Weiwei off as they left, and the two chatted like sisters in the back seat. Chongming occasionally exchanged glances with Meng Lanjian in the rearview mirror, a hint of a smile always lurking in their eyes.
Lan Jian didn't dare to glare at him openly. After sending Weiwei to her parents' house and wishing Ms. Ming Zijuan, who was waiting in the garage, a Happy New Year, Lan Jian got back into the car. As soon as she sat in the passenger seat, she leaned over and grabbed Chongming's shirt collar, leaving a bright red lip print on his light green striped shirt as if to vent her anger.
Chongming raised an eyebrow. "What's this?"
"Don't get too cocky, I had a great day too!" Meng Lanjian tapped Chongming's hard pectoral muscles with her fingertip, following the rhythm of her enunciating words, "I know your...sensitive spots!"
Chongming chuckled and patted her chin like he was teasing a puppy. "You knew all this?"
"Hmph!" Lan Jian sat back down and fastened her seatbelt. "I know a lot more than that!"
The two returned to Shenhua Village after shopping at the supermarket. The house seemed a bit empty after it quieted down. Chongming was preparing ingredients in the kitchen. Lanjian, Xiuyun, and their parents finished video chatting and saw that their father's figure had appeared on the TV news in Nanlu.
The news report stated that Meng Zhihe, as the Financial Secretary of Beiluan, upon learning that Nanluan had been hit by a long-awaited blizzard, with roads in many places frozen and remote areas severely affected, immediately allocated eight figures in supplies and donations on New Year's Eve to represent all the people of Beiluan in their strong support for Nanluan.
The two armies have lifted their alert period, likely due to the Lunar New Year, and border relations have eased somewhat. Meng Zhihe's bold move to break the ice has been praised by the Southern Lu media as the most strategically minded finance minister among all the previous finance ministers of Beiluan.
Lan Jian, however, was thinking that she originally wanted Chongming to show his face and video chat with her parents. The house was quite lively at the moment, with Meng Qi and Meng Yang crowding into the camera and shouting that they wanted to see their brother-in-law, but her mother refused her suggestion.
“Next time, bring him along to see us. Meeting him on video is always better than nothing…” Lan Jian’s mother didn’t finish her sentence, but Lan Jian understood.
Her mother didn't want to accept Chongming easily.
Her parents are of one mind, which is probably also her father's intention.
Lan Jian knew that Chongming had actually been standing at the kitchen doorway with his back to her, hoping that she would call out to him so they could meet her parents and congratulate them on the New Year. But she didn't call out to him, and he didn't turn around to ask.
He must be disappointed that he wasn't allowed to meet her parents.
Meng Lanjian pursed her lips, thinking to herself, "Poor Chongming senior, let her take good care of him!"
@Chongming: Why haven't my parents-in-law called me yet?
@Lanjian: They're already dead.
@Author: Sausage Week will be served tomorrow.
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