Chapter 118: The Sound of Spring

The houses in Liaoyu County are in the old streets. Most of the old streets are Ming and Qing yards with carved dragons and phoenixes. The years of rain have corroded the hard and straight wooden beams into a dilapidated black and gray.

The fragments of lights fell, and the figures shining sparsely into the darkness around them. Liao Yu took out a flashlight to shine on the darkness ahead. She rarely came here at night, thinking that if it weren't for Qin An following, she really dared not walk through this quiet and silent alley.

Liao Yu felt a little dizzy, and his body fell down and his hands held the wall of the alley.

What's wrong?Qin An asked out loud.

Maybe I've drunk too much.Liao Yu smiled, calmed down, stood at the entrance of a yard with green walls and white tiles scribing window flowers, and took out the key to open the door.

The house belongs to my aunt. My family moved to Shenzhen, so the house was left for me.Liao Yu opened the courtyard door and walked inside, not standing at the door saying goodbye to Qin An. Qin An hesitated for a moment, and did not take the initiative to leave, so he followed him in.

The lights on the corridor in the yard were on, and the illuminated patio exuded a luster of water. Liao Yu's back was elegant and charming. The soft outline had a kind of elegant beauty in the old house. His young body exuded a vivid charm, as if because she walked in, the old house that was so oppressed by the years and months had also gained vitality.

Liao Yu's makeup is consistent with the style in the past. The well-tailed skirt always has an intellectually precipitated temperament. The white folded lace-edged chest collar makes her extra bulging breasts no longer appear abrupt. A colorful scarf tied between her slender neck seemed to be a beautiful and subtle blooming crape myrtle flower that condensed her beautiful.

The light color was a little hazy, and the person was hazy under the light. Liao Yu turned around and saw Qin An looking at his clear eyes and round cheeks. A layer of red mist suddenly evaporated, but he felt a little joy and peace of mind. Qin An, a child, was a good person after all. Although he was always a little arrogant towards himself, he was not infected with dirty lust like Ding Yabiao.

Liao Yu pushed open the door and felt dizzy again. He wanted to shake his head and wake up, but the person fell into the crack in the door and fell heavily on the floor.

Qin An was shocked, but as expected, Ding Yabiao was exhausted by the wine and sex, even if he took Liao Yu back to his room, he would have no other means and just use strong words, there would be basically no chance.

As expected, Liao Yu had been drugged by them. The slow attack of the medicine allowed Liao Yu to support him at the doorstep.

Liao Yu had a plump body, and Qin An couldn't pick her up, so he had to mop the floor and get her into the bedroom.

After fumbled and turned on the lights, the room seemed to have been cleaned. The old red sandalwood dressing table, four mosquito net columns, a red painted wooden bed on the roof, a large bookcase filled with classical poetry and Chinese dictionaries, and there was no other extra furniture in the room.

After lifting the quilt, Qin An tried some effort to move Liao Yu up, took off her black high heels inlaid with broken crystals. Liao Yu, who was plump, had a pair of delicate and elegant feet, and the thin stockings were tightly stretched, revealing the round skin of the instep as jade-like. Several white and petite toes were neatly arranged like a piece of pearl necklace.

The clear and tinkling stream water flowed through the smooth pebbles, and the dazzling girl held her skirt, revealing her white and slender legs. The delicate little feet of a woman from the water town in Jiangnan were washing in the Peach Blossom Stream. If it weren't for the stream water flowing out of the paradise and full of peach blossom fragrance, how could she have carved such a pair of beautiful feet like white porcelain?

Qin An endured that he did not let his hands hold the plump ankle and covered Liao Yu with a quilt. When she saw her sleeping with her eyes closed, the charm between her eyebrows had a gentle smell, and her slightly frowned eyebrows were filled with a touching sadness. What else could he find a husband who would give her to other men?

Qin An sighed. Apart from blessings, his pity did not have much other meaning.After all, the happiness that Liao Yu wants is not something he can give.

Qin An didn't plan to leave immediately. He had to observe for a while. He walked to the bookcase, took a book, sat on the recliner in the inconspicuous corner next to the bookcase and flipped over.

Qin An was fascinated by reading books, and unconsciously thought that it had been a long time since he saw Feng Weimin of the Ming Dynasty's Northern Double Music and the Song of the Cong Palace "Sijing Booth Ci", and touched a brand new ten-yuan bill from his pocket and stuffed it into it as a bookmark. Then he remembered that this was not his own book. He thought that he had been infected with Anshui's habit. The coins he had taken and the banknotes he had taken had, and he once mocked Anshui for making the fragrance of books smelly, but he was also so blasphemous poetry.

Just as he was about to get up to see Liao Yu, a sound like a wave made Qin An froze. The big baked mahogany bed swayed with a squeaking sound. The people on the bed trembled gently in the quilt, and the soft moans made like a low and dark sea sobbing in the dark.

In Qin An's impression, the old house always exudes a decay smell. If the old house was not well maintained and people were still living, the same would be true. The room was filled with seductive smell, and a trace of it penetrated into the nose, making people's breathing and breathing condense into peach-colored mist.

Liao Yu's body was trembling, moving his body gently, with little movement, and with a sound of choking, with the misty fragrance, weaving a erotic illusion that makes people desire expand.

Her moans were low and timid as weeping and complaining. It was unexpected that this plump woman would actually make a girl-like sigh. The sorrowful and gentle sound was like the water in the peach blossom stream, running quietly in the cracks of the undulating pebbles. Her body was swinging quickly and slowly under the soft quilt. With the sounds of dripping like rain, her voice was caressing the wind chime like the warm wind breeze in the spring, with the slight length and slightness after the drizzle, it swayed slowly and gradually rose higher, echoing on the roof covered with wooden boards under the green tiles.

Well... I'm going... I'm going to die... Liao Yu's body lifted the quilt up, like bamboo shoots struggling in the soil and breaking the mud. Her body kept shaking, like a boat bumping in the water. The bed under her body made an unsustainable sound. The gurgling sound of water, accompanied by the ups and downs of the climax part of the sonata, and the crying in her throat, Ah...will I really die...

The sound gradually stopped, and only the heavy breathing of Liao Yu was heard. The clock hanging on the wall swayed the pointer and made a dripping sound, just as the rhythm of her singing. In the quiet room in the middle of the night, you could hear the whimpering sound of the night breeze outside the window blew across the patio, as if the cold and lewd smell was better than joy. Accompanied by frankincense, Qin An, who held his breath and was careful not to be discovered by Liao Yu, felt hot and uneasy, and it became increasingly difficult to suppress his heartbeat.

A moment and a quarter of an hour passed. Qin An could not hear Liao Yu's breathing. He just thought she was asleep and walked out the door gently, putting his finger on the door handle, but listened to Liao Yu's call: Qin An!

Qin An stopped and smiled bitterly: You are so confused, why are you asking me to do?I secretly took it away, you think it was not known, see you tomorrow, I just think it was not known, and you also think it was not known, although it was a bit embarrassing, it was not embarrassing.

Why am I still caring about this?I just feel that you are in the house, but I can't control myself... I think about what embarrassing things I didn't show you, and I'm already shameless.Liao Yu turned his back to Qin An, and his voice passed through the quilt, making people unable to hear her emotions.

Actually, it’s nothing. It’s normal for you to be drugged and you can’t control yourself.Besides, it is not embarrassing to talk about self-prostitution. Everyone has experienced this experience.Qin An leaned against the door and said these words of comfort, and he felt that it was a bit fake.

When you do something like this, will you be seen?Liao Yu tightened the quilt tightly and hid himself, and felt a sense of grievance in his heart. Why was he so unlucky? If it weren't for Qin An, he would have been defiled by Ding Yabiao, but Qin An also saw his ugly appearance. Should he thank him or resent him? Liao Yu had no idea.

This... Qin An touched his head awkwardly, and discussing the issue of self-prostitution with the female teacher was obviously not in his long-sleeved and good-looking state. If you think you have nothing to do, I'll leave first.

Don't leave... Liao Yu turned around, his hair hanging in a mess, and there was still an abnormal blush that was picked up by desire on his cheeks, and a look of pain in his eyes.

Qin An stood there waiting for Liao Yu to speak, but she didn't say anything. He sighed, "Do you think you are at a disadvantage and want to see it back?"

What?Liao Yu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and understood what he meant. He slurped and said angrily: Who cares about you!

Then what do you want to do?Qin An was a little sleepy. He had been in a state of tension just now. He waited for Liao Yu to finish his work before he could relax. He realized that his body was a little stiff and his back was sore.

My chest hurts.Liao Yu took a deep breath, but his voice was like the mosquito roar in the middle of the night. His voice was very low, but it was clearly heard.

I'll give you a basin of water?Qin An knew that Liao Yu's situation was normal. Many breastfeeding women would feel swollen and painful in their chests after intense sexual intercourse or excessive desire.

It's useless... Liao Yu shook his head and said, "You...

You might want me to help?Qin An looked at her in disbelief. It seemed that the effect of the medicine was still in her body. Otherwise, Liao Yu in the past would not have allowed Qin An to understand this meaning even if he died.

It’s not that you haven’t done it before... It’s not the first time anyway... It’s clear that Liao Yu was a little angry, and then regretted it to death. What did he think? Is it really a shameless and shameless person here?

Actually, that time, I didn’t do it.At this point, Qin An can no longer hide it, so he must make it clear.

What!

Liao Yu sat up suddenly. She had taken off her coat and shirt, and was wearing only her close-fitting underwear. Her plump flesh was trembling under the gray-black close-fitting underwear. It seemed that her bra was also taken off. Her body was very sensitive after being tortured by lust. The little cherry was rubbed and stood upright, and two obvious small particles were raised on the underwear. She did not notice that the extra seductive and inspiring scenery was exposed, but she stared at Qin An.

You were sleeping that day, so I went to pour you water and feed you medicine. My cousin Qin Yuan, who had just quit breastfeeding, sniffed the fragrance of milk and rushed over... He did that.Qin An was startled by Liao Yu's reaction and quickly explained it to her.

Why didn't you say it earlier?Liao Yu was so embarrassed that he thought about what he said to him just now, how could he be a human being in the future?

Didn’t you think I did it?Anyway, I had a clear conscience and had bad intentions at that time, so I thought about teasing you, just think about it whatever you want...

Before Qin An finished speaking, a pillow flew over. Qin An was smashed in the head, opened the door and ran out quickly.

Liao Yu got out of bed and went to chase Qin An with barefoot. She didn't know what she was chasing him. She always felt that this little hooligan's prank was too wronged. She couldn't get angry if she didn't bite him hard.

When he ran to the door, Qin An's figure had disappeared. Liao Yu felt chills in the soles of his feet. He ran back to the room and put on his shoes, but he didn't chase him out after him.

The more Liao Yu thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he looked redder. He actually did such a ugly thing in front of Qin An. It would be fine. In the end, he made such a request to him dizzy. What is the difference between this and seducing people?

And the one who seduces his own students. If others know about this, it will be even more ridiculous than the ugly things his husband does!

Although he knew that Qin An would not say it, the most important thing was how he would face him in the future. He would look at him with a teasing and joking expression that squinted his eyes and smiled with his lips raised. Should he run away with a shame and hide his face?

Why don’t you say anything if you have nothing to do?If I had spoken out early, I would not have been seen by you no matter how I did it myself!Why don’t you leave early?What are you doing hiding in this corner? Waiting for a show?Liao Yu walked to the bookcase panting and saw that his book was taken down by Qin An. He opened it casually and saw a ten-yuan banknote placed there.

Would he like to read books like this?Liao Yu was a little surprised, but he thought that he could add Tang Dynasty poems to the song, and he also felt that only children who like to read this kind of book could sing such songs, which would naturally be free and easy.

Youth is at the end of the world, adding more years to a lifetime and less years to a lifetime.

The crows returned from the near dusk, opened a window screen and covered a window screen.

The rain is thin and the wind is thin, gathering a pile of fallen flowers and scattering a pile of Jinghua.

Boring, sad and helpless, click the pipa and pluck the pipa.

The body has nowhere to comfort me, so I call you an enemy or curse you an enemy.

Looking at the page that Qin An turned to, the song "Sijing Booth Ci" by Feng Weimin of the Ming Dynasty, Liao Yu couldn't help but be stunned and didn't know what he was thinking. The mess was the hateful and hateful little hooligan's... and a little cute smiling face.