Bi Tielin came back from the construction site in the middle of the night with a dry and sore throat. It was already past one in the morning.
After entering the yard, he did not go back to the house first. He saw that only the desk lamp was on in the house. He thought Liang Xiaoxiao had fallen asleep long ago. He took a towel and a washbasin, dipped the washcloth in soap and wiped it on his body, then wiped his body and brushed his teeth in the backyard.
Liang Xiaoxiao was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, five-quarter-length pajamas, and a white pajamas. She was holding her small pink kettle in her hand. When she heard Bi Tielin coming back, she also went to the backyard.
She thought he was brushing his teeth and washing his face, but as soon as she walked over, she was frightened and retreated to the back of the room.
"Is it Xiaoxiao?"
Liang Xiaoxiao spread her five fingers and covered her face with her hands, not knowing whether she should respond.
Just now, under the 15-degree bulb in the yard, she actually saw Bi Tielin's perky butt, which was a little tanned, different from the butt in the car last time. She sighed with her breath, "Oh my God." She felt like she was going blind.
Bi Tielin glanced ahead of him and helped his droopy-headed brother to the center. He thought Liang Xiaoxiao had seen this, and for a moment he felt a bit thrilled and a bit embarrassed. His voice was as steady as ever, and he asked again, "Xiaoxiao?"
"Me? Me? Oh, Bi Tielin, why are you taking a shower in the middle of the night?" Liang Xiaoxiao covered her face and stomped her feet, then slipped away and turned around and ran away.
Bi Tielin walked into the house smelling of soapberries, locked the door, and put the watch in his trouser pocket on the table. He turned around and looked at Liang Xiaoxiao who had her back turned in the mosquito net, and smiled.
Lifting the mosquito net, Liang Xiaoxiao couldn't control her heartbeat, it was beating wildly, she could only close her eyes tightly, pull the blanket tightly and mutter:
"The water in my kettle is made from the old Huazhou tangerine peel tree, stolen from my grandfather. Drink some to soothe your throat. He drinks that when he has a cough."
Bi Tielin pulled Liang Xiaoxiao into his arms, watching the girl in his arms hide from him until she would rather stay against the wall. He moved closer, and they both lay against the wall. The sound of toothpaste filled his mouth as he spoke, and he leaned over Liang Xiaoxiao's ear, breathing disorderly, and said:
"Aren't you hot?"
"No, it's not hot. Eh? Don't!"
Bi Tielin reached into the pajamas and found nothing underneath. A light of surprise and disbelief danced in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You're sweating. Should we take it off? Huh?"
"I won't take it off!"
"Be good. Hmm? Ah..."
Bi Tielin felt the smooth, creamy mound, a palm that could perfectly hold it all. He was so excited he couldn't control himself. He kissed and nibbled the girl's neck. His hands were even more restless, rubbing her for five or six minutes. Unable to control himself, he shifted his focus, thrusting downwards. He also exerted force with his waist, rubbing Liang Xiaoxiao's buttocks repeatedly.
After a while, in the dilapidated hut, through the mosquito netting illuminated only by the table lamp, his hoarse voice came out: "Did you see that?"
"where?"
"this."
"Eh? You're annoying. I won't touch you."
Bi Tielin grabbed Liang Xiaoxiao's small hand tightly and placed it on his key point: "Just touch it. Touch it. It misses you, do you miss it? It jumps, Xiaoxiao, touch it quickly, it jumps."
At this moment, Liang Xiaoxiao realized that it was not that Bi Tielin was not good at saying sweet words, but that it depended on the situation.
Liang Xiaoxiao, who was angry, embarrassed and ashamed, could only hide, but she failed and hit the hard stick.
Just like before, the iron frame single bed with a mosquito net swayed back and forth after just a few minutes, and Bi Tielin closed Liang Xiaoxiao's legs tightly as if he was in the same position.
The man's dark and strong body was pressed tightly against Liang Xiaoxiao's, his big head buried deep in the girl's chest, kissing her, while his waist was constantly poking her.
Liang Xiaoxiao just tilted her head with sweat all over her forehead, closed her eyes tightly and dared not look, stretched her toes and let Bi Tielin do whatever he wanted. Her hands seemed to push away and hug Bi Tielin's shoulders, and she panted and murmured to herself: "Don't do this, don't do this." The words she said were very weak and had no effect at all.
Bi Tielin had great strength in his waist, he increased his speed, and the small room was filled with the heavy breathing of the two people.
Ten minutes later, just when Liang Xiaoxiao felt that she was being tortured to death and was getting anxious, rubbing her legs endlessly, she actually took the initiative to say, "Why don't you come in!", Bi Tielin's waist softened.
…
Liang Xiaoxiao was drowsy and snuggled in Bi Tielin's arms. She no longer worried about whether to wear pajamas or not. She recounted her panic the last time Bi Tielin did this:
"I was so worried. I was afraid I'd get pregnant. I was so anxious at that time, but no one asked or talked about it. Fortunately, Haoyu was there to cause trouble for me every day, otherwise I would have pulled my hair out."
Bi Tielin kissed the girl's forehead again and again: "Did you look up information later? Where can you find such information?"
Liang Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her head and bumped her forehead against Bi Tielin's chin. She didn't bother to rub it and asked foolishly, "Your thing, it can't be rowed into my stomach like a boat, right?"
"No, silly." Bi Tielin raised his hands and pressed half of Liang Xiaoxiao's body on him: "Go to bed, it's two o'clock. I'll go through the window and lock you in the room. Don't worry."
Liang Xiaoxiao's eyelids were drooping. She came here by night train yesterday, and today she had to wash clothes and cook, and was bullied by Bi Tielin again. She had always lived a comfortable life and had never suffered such a hardship.
After a while, the chubby girl stopped complaining about being hot and uncomfortable and fell into a sound sleep.
It was Bi Tielin, however. He was fanning Liang Xiaoxiao with a fan, and the mosquito net was disturbed by him. Two mosquitoes flew in, but he didn't feel the bites. He looked down at the girl in his arms and kept scratching his eyelids with his fingers.
Then he stood up and knelt on the bed to catch mosquitoes. He worked until three o'clock, lying on the bed still in a state of half-asleep and half-awake.
Before falling asleep, Bi Tielin told himself: No matter how impatient I am, I must hold it in. Xiaoxiao's first time shouldn't have happened in this small, shabby room, with this creaky, broken iron bed.
Besides, I am too busy. If I let her go back alone, what if she is really pregnant? How can she face the whole family alone?
Yes, if she is pregnant, I can marry her right away, cutting the Gordian knot and not having to pretend to be a grandson. The Liang family will also have to admit their mistake and rush Xiaoxiao to get married.
He saved himself some trouble, but Xiaoxiao's marriage should not be filled with tears, and she should not leave her parents' home with guilt towards her family.
…
At daybreak, Bi Tielin opened the big iron gate and saw Bi Cheng standing at the door. He whispered, "Don't come here for the next two days."
Bi Cheng understood that his uncle was worried that Xiaoxiao would feel embarrassed. He followed Bi Tielin to the construction site.
"How is it? Can you bear it?"
"Uncle, you guys are really working hard here. I've only been here a few days. Haha, Dapeng said I snore when I sleep and kept kicking him. I don't know anything as soon as I touch the pillow."
Bi Tielin glanced back at his nephew: "Are you at ease?"
"Reliable." Bi Cheng scratched his head and laughed, "I'm exhausted every day. It's not much better than going to Moscow with my sister. But it's more reliable than earning that money. Uncle, I've been feeling really emotional these past few days. How old is Chen Dapeng? He knows more than I do."
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