Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Unable to suppress the panting sound
Jiang Ling was stunned when she saw the muscular and firm abdominal lines before her eyes.
What on earth did she do to leave such an impression in Song Guanshu's mind that she was possessed by a sex demon?
She didn't do anything. It seemed that she only took advantage of him a little bit in order to eat meat during the first few days they knew each other, and there was some physical contact occasionally.
If you add the fact that she got drunk and insisted on touching his body that night...
Well, it's understandable that Song Guanshu thinks she is a sex maniac.
I dare not imagine what kind of pervert she is in Song Guanshu's mind.
In order to save her precarious image in Song Guanshu's heart, Jiang Ling felt that she needed to explain, "I didn't really want to touch you. It was all a misunderstanding. I was drunk at that time. You know that drunk people have no morals. What I said and did when I was drunk cannot represent my own thoughts."
Song Guanshu paused with his hands clenched on his clothes. He was used to reading people's minds and could tell that Jiang Ling had been extremely interested in his body in the past.
But why did she say she didn't want to be touched? Was she shy? I really lost interest in him.
But his body shape obviously hasn't changed since they first met. He knows Jiang Ling likes it, so he secretly maintains it.
He didn't change, it was Jiang Ling who changed.
Why? Is it because she prefers the bodies of people outside?
Jiang Ling couldn't help but glance in his direction again and again, he was really handsome.
It's right in front of me, and I really want to touch it.
She would never deliberately suppress her thoughts, and pretending to be reserved was not a thing that existed for her.
She wanted to touch it, and Song Guanshu was willing to let her touch it.
Then what else is there to worry about?
Jiang Ling coughed lightly and pretended to be calm.
"You forced me to touch you, not me."
Song Guanshu was suddenly interrupted from his random thoughts. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he took two steps forward. "Yes, I took the initiative."
Jiang Ling was the first to touch his well-defined abdominal muscles. His skin was so fair that one could even see the blue blood vessels beneath his skin.
The soft and warm fingertips slid across his abdomen, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, like scratching an itch.
Jiang Ling's strength was too light.
She should press harder, harder, harder, maybe she could relieve the itch spreading from her bones.
If Jiang Ling raised her head at this time, she would see the blush spreading from her neck to her face.
Song Guanshu breathed gently, trying to suppress the uncontrollable gasping in his throat.
He lowered his head and gently observed the expression on Jiang Ling's face. The corners of her mouth curled up. She should like it, and she also likes his body.
She kept pointing and poking at it as if she had obtained some big and interesting toy.
Jiang Ling's hands seemed to ignite fire, causing all the blood in his body to rush downwards.
Before Jiang Ling noticed his change, he turned around quickly, and Song Guanshu's voice was a little hoarse, "It's OK."
Jiang Ling curled her lips, thinking she was so stingy. He only touched me for a short while and then refused to let me touch him anymore.
But she was already very content. Jiang Ling recalled the touch of her hand not long ago, "You are such a generous and kind person. This is the best birthday present I have ever received."
Song Guanshu's eyes swept across the gift box beside him, "Is it better than the gift Tong Gongan gave you?"
Jiang Ling answered without hesitation, "Of course!"
I'm sorry, Sister Wanyue. Although I like the gift you gave me very much, I have also been craving for Song Guanshu's abdominal muscles for a long time. You should understand.
Song Guanshu took two deep breaths. He needed to calm down.
Jiang Ling didn't think too much about it and thought that Song Guanshu was embarrassed.
After all, this was a man who seldom exposed his arms even in summer, and he actually let her touch him just now, which was really crossing the line.
Chen Xiangyang had a similar experience to Tong Wanyue. When he found his old home, Old Man Sun told him that the two of them had moved.
Although the new home was not far from his original home, he still felt abandoned.
Chen Xiangyang never keeps problems to himself. He asked a little aggrievedly, "Don't you want to be my neighbor?"
Jiang Ling never had such an idea. "How could that be? Besides, we are not far away from each other now. If we want to meet, we only need to walk two steps."
"But if you don't move, we can live next door to each other, wouldn't that make us closer?"
When dealing with Chen Xiangyang, Song Guanshu was extremely patient. He said, "I wanted to find a separate courtyard before, but I just couldn't find a suitable house. Jiang Ling is a lesbian, and it is inconvenient to share a house in a large courtyard. I accidentally heard Grandpa Sun say that he was willing to rent out this house. It was just a coincidence, not because I wanted to avoid you."
Chen Xiangyang was actually quite easy to talk to. He thought that the two families lived not far from each other and they could even meet every day.
Jiang Ling followed suit, "If we wanted to avoid you, we should just move away from the steel plant. Why would we still rent a house near here?"
It seemed to be true, and Chen Xiangyang's doubts were dispelled.
"Actually, this is a good idea. You can move directly into the vacant room in our house. We have kept that room very well. As you can see, it is much better than the west wing opposite."
The Liu family has two children, and Liu Lei is still a naughty boy. Chen Xiangyang stayed in the east wing for one night on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. He saw the interior structure of the east wing. Although it was better than the house he lived in now, it could not be compared with the west wing where Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu used to live.
“It’s really good.”
Jiang Ling asked him with a smile, "When are you moving? Song Guanshu and I will help you."
"No need, I've already moved my things here. There's only one bedroll, so you don't need help."
He moved his luggage over and saw that Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu were not there. He was almost stunned, thinking that the couple had abandoned him.
Fortunately not, they are his best friends in North City.
Jiang Ling suggested, "Let's go and see if there's anything else you haven't packed up."
Song Guanshu also stood up with her, and Chen Xiangyang had no choice but to follow the couple out.
When the three arrived, Chen Xiangyang's luggage roll was thrown casually in the yard.
Not long ago, when he first arrived in the yard, he wanted to give a surprise to Song Guanshu and Jiang Ling who lived in the west wing. He leaned on the window and looked out. Not only was there no one in the room, but the whole house was empty. All daily necessities such as quilts, washbasins, and towels had disappeared. He was immediately disappointed.
He was busy looking for Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu, so he had no time to put his luggage away. He just threw it in the yard in the cold weather.
Jiang Ling put her hands in her pockets, and the exposed skin was a little painful from the cold wind. She shrank her face into her collar and said, "Go and tell Uncle Sun that you will live in the room where Song Guanshu and I used to live."
Hearing the noise in the yard, Old Mrs. Fang came out holding her belly. She was quite pregnant and her belly was already very obvious.
Jiang Ling chatted with her for a while. With a pregnant woman, the only thing you talk about is your belly and your mother-in-law. Aunt Fang's mother-in-law had died a long time ago, so they could only talk about her child.
Is it time to produce?
Things like which month the baby is due.
Jiang Ling had only seen elderly pregnant women on TV. In real life, Aunt Fang was the first one she had seen in her two lifetimes.
Jiang Ling has been married for almost a year. Old Lady Fang asked, "Is there still no sign of pregnancy? It should be easier for young people like you to get pregnant. But there is still no sign of pregnancy after half a year. Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?"
Hearing her talk about this, Jiang Ling remembered that she had used this as an excuse to ask Ding Yan to accompany her to the hospital.
Song Guanshu, who was helping Chen Xiangyang communicate with Old Man Sun, heard her words and stood beside Jiang Ling as a guard. "You also said that we are still young and are not in a hurry to have children."
Besides, children are very noisy, and just thinking about it gives me a headache.
Old Man Sun was actually unwilling to rent the west wing to Chen Xiangyang. The west wing was well maintained by Xiao Song and his wife, and he wanted to rent it to someone else for a higher fee.
After communication between Chen Xiangyang and Song Guanshu, he finally agreed.
Song Guanshu was a very hygienic person. Even after moving out, there was no clutter left in the room, so there was no need to re-clean it.
Chen Xiangyang's personal belongings were quite limited, even less than the luggage Jiang Ling brought when she moved out of the Jiang family.
Jiang Ling was shocked. "If you have spare money, why don't you buy random things? Hurry up and change the tattered quilt you are using. Winter is coming. You will freeze to death if you use such a thin quilt."
Before winter came, she bought new cotton-padded bedding to ensure she would be warm every night.
Chen Xiangyang was a generous man. Every time he came to their house, he would bring something, which was always very valuable. Sometimes it was a piece of pork head, a box of instant noodles, and a basket of river crabs for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The money was enough for him to buy several new cotton quilts.
Chen Xiangyang smiled heartlessly, "It's okay, at least there is a kang in this room. Last winter there was only a small stove in the room, so I came here too."
Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu left and moved all their belongings to their new home. When they moved, they didn't expect that Chen Xiangyang would live in this house.
Jiang Ling walked around the house a few times to see if he needed anything else. If they had extras, there would be no need for Chen Xiangyang to go out and buy new ones.
She said, "Ask Song Guanshu who can buy firewood at a lower price. Since we have a kang, we still have to heat it in winter, otherwise we will get sick when we get old."
Steel plant workers do not farm. They all buy the excess firewood and grass left by nearby farmers. Some of their family members who are thrifty do not have jobs and usually choose to go up the mountain to collect grass.
Looking at the stove in the kitchen, he remembered that he still had to buy food. "This place can be used to cook. I'll ask Song Guanshu to send you some food from our house. At least you'll have food to eat in the next few days."
Chen Xiangyang quickly refused, "No thanks." How could that be so embarrassing.
Song Guanshu suddenly remembered something and immediately said, "Okay, bring him some rice, flour and oil later. Also, bring him any unused seasonings we bought last time."
It seemed as if she had never seen such a warm-hearted Song Guanshu before, and Jiang Ling even looked at him twice more.
Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu helped Chen Xiangyang settle down, and the three of them went out to have dinner together in the evening. They went to the restaurant that Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu often went to. It was also to help Chen Xiangyang get acquainted with the area and know what shops were nearby.
The three of them parted ways at the doorstep.
During the meal, Jiang Ling also told Chen Xiangyang about the living habits of Old Man Sun and Old Lady Fang. When you are under someone's roof, it is best not to affect their fixed life trajectory.
Jiang Ling also reminded him not to be too kind, as Sun Min's pity had nothing to do with him, and if he was too sympathetic, he could just go and take out the manure at the entrance of the nearby village.
Originally, they lived under the same roof. He was a man and Sun Min was a little girl, so it was easy for people to gossip about them. If he didn't know how to avoid suspicion in his daily life, troubles would ensue.
It is easy to imagine that Chen Xiangyang would definitely feel pity for the little girl and lend a hand to help, just like in the summer, when he was afraid that it was unsafe at night, he took the initiative to accompany Sun Min to the river to wash clothes.
It's not a bad thing that he has a kind heart. To be a good person and do good things, you must first protect yourself and also consider whether the other person is worthy of help.
Jiang Ling is rather selfish. She does good things under certain conditions. Last time, she helped Tong Wanyue without hesitation, not because she is a good person, but because Tong Wanyue is a good person and not the kind of person who would be ungrateful.
We can’t say that Sun Min is an ungrateful child, but without understanding the other person’s temperament, he should still protect himself first.
When we came back from dinner, it was already dark.
The north wind was particularly strong at night. Jiang Ling went out in a hurry and only wore a cotton coat without a hat or gloves.
She walked forward with some difficulty, and suddenly felt that the wind in front of her had become a little weaker. Looking up, she saw Song Guanshu and Chen Xiangyang standing side by side in front of her, blocking most of the cold wind.
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