Hot bathroom

For three consecutive days, Liang Qingqing was discussing work with the team led by Song Shenglin, and went to the Cultural Bureau to retrieve documents. After understanding the basic situation of Changbei Province, she began to write articles. This had nothing to do with her, so she was happy to have some free time.

On Sunday, Liang Qingqing waited in the dormitory for Fan Yanxing to pick her up. The two of them planned to go to the cinema to watch a movie, have a meal, and then stay in the guesthouse for one night. Now they are a legal couple, and they can live in the same room with their marriage certificate.

A short separation is better than a new marriage. They haven't seen each other for a long time, and they are a little excited and nervous. They dared to hold hands when there was no one around.

The supply and marketing cooperative outside the cinema was selling roasted sweet potatoes. As soon as they got closer, they could smell the sweet aroma lingering around the oven. Liang Qingqing's eyes lit up, and she pulled Fan Yanxing over. After asking the price, she bought two.

"I want something softer."

"Okay, no problem."

The salesperson pinched this one and weighed that one in the oven, then picked out two large blackened sweet potatoes, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to them, saying with a smile, "I've been in charge of roasting sweet potatoes for several years, and I make sure they're soft and sweet. This one's hot, let your husband help get it."

"Okay, thank you." Fan Yanxing was obviously very pleased with the word "husband". His originally cold face immediately showed a smile, and his eyes were filled with deep affection.

Liang Qingqing saw his useless look and couldn't help but groan, the curve of her lips gradually rose. She wanted to peel the skin right away, but she let him peel it because her hands were dirty, while she held the clean oil paper and looked forward to it.

His nails were neatly trimmed and his finger bones were slender. Watching him peeling skin was really a very enjoyable thing.

Just like the blackened surface of the bark being peeled off slowly, the golden and soft sweet potato flesh appeared before her eyes without reservation, and waves of hot air drifted in the air, like gorgeous white flowers. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva and couldn't wait to taste it first, but Fan Yanxing dodged her head and smiled helplessly: "It's still hot, I'll blow it for you before you eat it."

"Hehe, okay." Liang Qingqing pursed her lips a little embarrassedly, and waited for him to cool it down before taking a bite. A sweet taste instantly swept the whole mouth. This feeling cannot be described in words. She just felt very satisfied.

There is nothing happier than eating a mouthful of steaming hot roasted sweet potato on a cold winter day.

"Try it too." Liang Qingqing couldn't resist the urge to share, and urged Fan Yanxing to take a bite first. The latter was also very considerate. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, he lowered his head and took a big bite, and nodded very considerately, "It's delicious."

The emotional value provided was in place, making Liang Qingqing smile. The two walked side by side towards the cinema and entered after finishing eating. The cinema in the provincial capital was much larger than the one in Fujian County, and the facilities were also very complete. It vaguely had the standardized prototype of later generations. The

types of movies in this era were limited, and the two still chose a red movie, but they still watched it with relish. Perhaps it was because there were people around them who were worth watching seriously, so the content of the movie was no longer important.

After watching the movie and eating, the two of them went shopping in the department store and then went to the guesthouse.

It always gets dark early in winter. After completing the formalities, it was already dark outside. The two of them took the key and went up the wooden stairs. Their room was at the end of the corridor. Their leather shoes made a slight sound on the floor, one after another, playing an ambiguous melody.

The key was inserted into the hole and turned slowly. Liang Qingqing's heart reached its peak as the door was clicked open, because her hands were touched by a pair of big hands, and then she was pushed against the door panel as the world spun around.

Because the lights were off, the field of vision was blurry, and he could only vaguely see the outline of the tall figure in front of him. Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips against hers and rubbed them hard, and her breath was snatched away in an instant.

Liang Qingqing couldn't bear it anymore and gasped. This was like a fuse, and his whole body tensed up instantly. His fingertips pinched the soft flesh at the back of her neck, and then slowly moved down to a softer place, kneading it hard.

The two of them were so close together that he took off her coat and trousers with almost no effort, leaving only her fluffy white sweater on her body, which was even smoother than when he peeled the sweet potato skin before.

The hot palm lifted her legs and made her wrap around his thin waist. The tighter she wrapped her arms around him, the harder it became.

"Wash first, take a shower." Liang Qingqing blushed and grabbed the big dick that was drilling into her. Her voice was so soft that it could not be heard without careful listening, but his mind was on her and he understood every word she said.

The veins on Fan Yanxing's neck were bulging, and he was breathing heavily. It took him a long time to squeeze out a voice from his throat: "Qingqing, don't use force, it's going to break."

"Ah? Oh oh oh." Liang Qingqing quickly let go of his hand, and obviously felt his heavy sigh of relief. Her heart skipped a beat, and guilt crept into her heart. She tentatively asked: "Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing was stunned and kissed her ear. "No need to be so troublesome, but..."

The pause afterwards aroused Liang Qingqing's curiosity, and she asked: "But what?"

"I need you to come and see."

"Ah!"

Liang Qingqing couldn't help but let out a soft cry as her body suddenly became empty. Fan Yanxing patted her butt, and his voice was filled with a low laugh that he couldn't hide: "Be quiet, everyone in the guesthouse will know what we are doing later."

"You're kidding me." Liang Qingqing was so angry that her two smooth long legs were tumbling in the air until they were put on the sink. She blushed with shame and watched Fan Yanxing wash his hands and slip in through the gap. She couldn't help but shudder and squeezed her fingers in anticipation.

Her fingers kept rubbing in the water, as if they were added with shower gel, becoming smoother and smoother. One finger, two fingers, three fingers...

It was cleaner than the one just washed.

She raised her head slightly and met his fiery gaze. Her heartbeat accelerated and her cheeks were hot. She climbed onto his arm, wanting him to stop looking at her naked like that, but her breathing was so rapid that she couldn't even speak or keep a normal expression.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the mirror hanging on the wall, and saw a vivid scene. Just one glance made her so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Fan Yanxing's hand rubbed up along the edge of the sweater, stuck to her smooth back, then slid down inch by inch along the vertebrae, and then circled to the front, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. His voice was hoarse and sexy, revealing a sense of temptation.

"Let's take a shower together."

His lips and teeth lingered around her ears, and the soft earlobes and slender neck became his possession. Even the sound of the water at the maximum could not completely cover up the indescribable sound. This was a sweet feast.

Liang Qingqing rested her hands on the sink where she had just sat, her waist bent down, drawing a perfect arc in the air, her long hair wet and scattered on her back, vaguely covering her beautiful butterfly bones, and a pair of big hands clasped her waist, covering it completely. Although she didn't use much force, she couldn't get rid of it.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes couldn't help but look at the place she couldn't bear, and the next second she suddenly retracted her gaze, her long eyelashes trembled again and again, her legs softened and she almost fell to the ground, fortunately he was quick to pick her up, hanging her legs at her elbows, swaying gently.

Thanks to her good flexibility, otherwise this posture would have cost her half her life.

But the thought of being thankful just flashed through her mind, and she regretted it in an instant. She pinched his hand tightly, and her voice was tinged with tears: "It's too deep, wuwuwu." The

sobbing sound was extremely pitiful. Fan Yanxing kissed and comforted her in her ear, and soon she closed her lips, and turned her head to kiss his lips with a dazed look.

I don't know how long they messed around in the bathroom, Fan Yanxing let her go, went to the room to change the sheets and quilts he brought with him, and then wiped her clean and carried her to the bed to lie down.

Liang Qingqing fell into his arms in a daze, hugged his waist tightly, closed her eyes tiredly and slowly fell asleep. He stared at her silently for a while, then leaned out to turn off the light. In the dark, he kissed her lips and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, after the two had breakfast at the state-owned hotel, Fan Yanxing insisted on sending her back to the radio station before leaving.

But before she could return to the dormitory, she was stopped by someone, and then ran to the radio studio without stopping.

"Team Leader Song wants you to go over and test the equipment. If there are any problems, have the technicians fix it as soon as possible so as not to delay the project progress." The person who came was Zhang Weiqin, who had been talking nonstop. This also allowed Liang Qingqing to understand the whole story. After nodding in agreement, the person next to him was silent for a few seconds and suddenly said something completely irrelevant: "Comrade Liang, what you are wearing today is really nice, completely different from before."

"Ah?" Liang Qingqing was stunned for a few seconds, but this reaction made Zhang Weiqin misunderstand. He waved his hands and explained hurriedly: "I'm not saying that you didn't look good before, but the style is different. You were beautiful before, but a little formal and old-fashioned. Today you look more like a pictorial girl, young and fashionable, like an actress in a movie."

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing unconsciously followed his words and looked down. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore when she met Fan Yanxing yesterday. The coat was a short goose yellow coat that she had specially customized by a tailor. The buttons were horn buttons, and there was a big hat on the back, so she wouldn't feel cold when she put it on her head when she went out.

The pants were slim pencil pants. Her legs were long and thin, so she looked particularly good in this type of pants.

It was obviously a very common daily outfit in the future, but it looked special and fashionable in this era. Not only Zhang Weiqin, but also several young girls praised her yesterday and asked her if she could find a tailor to make the same clothes as her.

"Thank you." Liang Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, "Let's go test the equipment first."

This meant that she didn't want to talk about her outfit anymore. Zhang Weiqin had a very smart mind, so he naturally changed the topic according to her wishes and quickened his pace to the broadcasting studio.

Just arrived at the studio, before entering the door, I heard a deep male voice coming from inside. The pleasant poetry fell into my ears, which was very immersive. The emotional processing was also very good. Liang Qingqing thought it was a colleague auditioning inside at first, but it was strange that the voice was inexplicably familiar, so she was particularly curious for a moment.

Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard a sigh from behind.