The doctor used the gentlest words to tell the cruelest facts, and all of them reached the bedridden Lao Zhao's ears. His head was completely blank and he stopped thinking.
The crying in the ward, the chirping of sparrows outside the window, and the late autumn wind passing by the branches and leaves, all of this has nothing to do with Lao Zhao, who is looking at the darkness and nothingness.
Lao Zhao is a decent person who cares about life and death indifferently. Death is also the destination that every old man will face in the end. However, he cannot face it calmly at the moment, and his chest is very stuffy and very uncomfortable.
In his original vision, he should be a long-lived old man. When he was a child, the fortune teller named him Zhao Gaonian, which has this kind of beautiful blessing.
He could die of old age calmly and naturally. On a sunny afternoon, he would return to dust and land, but he could not accept that he would die of suffering from the pain of cancer when he was 70 years old.
He wasted his old life of repeatedly creating wheels all his life. It happened that because of the nourishment of Longyang Fruit, God gave him a big joke.Whenever I think of this, Lao Zhao is even more melancholy and depressed.
He could not move or speak, and listened to the sounds in his ears fleetingly, there were a series of medical equipment examinations, the companionship of children and the babbling sounds of the wheels pushing by the bed.
The three sons took turns serving Lao Zhao, helping to wipe his body, feed him, etc., and doing their best to do their filial piety.
But what puzzled Lao Zhao was that the three sons had a subtle change in their attitude towards him.
At first, the second son Zhao Jingxin complained: Wow, dad’s body odor is too bad, is it all open the window? It’s almost gone, it’s so uncomfortable to smell it.
Zhao Jingcheng's tone was a little reproachful: OK, why are you muttering so much?
Zhao Jingren's voice is relatively dull: This is because the elderly have slow metabolism and poor antioxidant function in the skin. The smell occurs after the oil is oxidized, but... my father's body odor is indeed a bit heavy.
It smells like rotten eggs that have been rotten for several months.Zhao Jingxin's wiping method was very rough and a little reluctant.
I think it's more like, well... the smell of rotten rats. There was a dead rat hidden in my dormitory before, and it was this smell.
Zhao Jingxin seemed to have discovered a new world: Dad, what's going on with dad's testicles? Why is it so swollen?You guys take a look!
Zhao Jingcheng shook his head: The doctor has checked and said it’s okay, just wipe it casually. Damn it, it’s really weird.
Two days later.
Zhao Jingren's lament was even stronger: Father, I'm sorry, I really can't stand it anymore.
Hurry up and put your pants back, those two testicles are so nauseous.
Zhao Jingxin covered her nose and said: Brother, my father has never woken up now. We all have our own things to do, and it is not a solution to delay here.
Zhao Jingcheng stood by the window, smoking with his head muffled, and finally said in a deep voice: OK, what do you want others to see us?Have no filial sons in front of the bed for a long time?Now if you want to wipe your body, you will complain all kinds of times. Are your wings hard?After two days of wiping, I started to get impatient...
Brother, then come and wipe it, let’s take turns.
After Zhao Jingcheng put out the cigarette butt, he turned around and left: I still have something to be busy with, so let's go first.
Brother, don’t leave!
Three days later.
Zhao Jingcheng's face was particularly ill: Dad's skin will not change, but the smell is getting stronger and stronger.
Brother, keep doing it, I'll go back to school first.Zhao Jingxin was so frustrated that she wanted to leave the ward.
Jingxin, are you leaving so quickly?return!
Zhao Jingxin stopped and looked tired: I had wiped it yesterday, so you can let Jingren wipe it.
Zhao Jingcheng pointed to Zhao Jingren, who was silent and listless and in a state of depression: How can he wipe out this way?
At this time, Zhao Qingyi's voice came from outside the door: Brother, what are you arguing about?
Zhao Jingxin sighed: Sister Ah, our dad has too strong body sensation. We are not unfilial, but we really can't stand it. It's so disgusting!Look, Jing Ren vomited just now.
Zhao Qingyi was a little confused: What’s the taste?I didn't smell what my dad had about Ah?
You really didn't smell it?
Zhao Qingyi frowned and said: No, why are you doing this? How do you usually treat you?Let's go away, I'll help my dad wipe his body.
Zhao Jingcheng stopped her and shook his head: Forget it, we have done our filial piety anyway. Let’s hire a nurse next time. Let’s not bother. Sister, don’t force yourself. The smell is really bad, so there is no need to endure it.
I really didn't smell anything... Zhao Qingyi stood aside with a complicated expression.
When Zhao Jingxin and Zhao Jingren heard about hiring a nursing staff, they breathed a sigh of relief: That's great.
However, after changing the nurse, the torture of Lao Zhao had just begun.
The male nurse also dislikes Lao Zhao's body odor, and has no gentle attitude towards him, and even curses: It's so stinking, hey, it's really miserable for these children and grandchildren to have you, the immortal old man.
Since the nursing staff has been given, the number of visits to Lao Zhao has decreased a lot, and only Zhao Qingyi has always been by Lao Zhao.
The male nurse obviously regarded Lao Zhao as an emotional trash can and kept talking: It's really stinky, it's so bad, you are so bad, you are so bad, you don't have medical insurance or join the universal medical plan. It takes hundreds of thousands of yuan to complete a course of treatment. No wonder your son did not step into the ward again. They probably gave up the treatment and were just waiting for one day to remove your trachea.
Seven days later.
The male nurse became Lao Zhao's nightmare. The male nurse stripped naked his clothes almost hysterically and treated him as rotten meat on the chopping board. The skin that was roughly wiped was painful, especially the penis and testicles under the crotch were heartbroken. The male nurse actually pinched the place with her hands, cursing and cursing, as if crazy.
But when Zhao Qingyi came back, the male nurse returned to that kind look, which was very different from the hideous attitude he had just now.
Old Zhao was so angry that he trembled all over, trying hard to wake himself up from his sleep. He also vaguely heard Lin Jing's voice, his tone was soft and firm: Teacher, wake up quickly.
This shout seemed to come from the farthest farthest, which finally made Lao Zhao wake up slowly.
Wake up, dad wakes up!Zhao Qingyi covered her lips excitedly.
It just so happened that Zhao Jingcheng had just returned from outside and was pulled into the ward by Zhao Qingyi.
He covered his nose and was about to leave the ward, but after seeing Lao Zhao with beating eyelids, he staggered to the head of the bed, and said in surprise: Dad, Dad, can you hear me?
You can hear it, you can hear it...
Zhao Qingyi cried with joy: That’s great!
Because I haven't spoken for a long time, Lao Zhao's words became very stiff: Child, how long have I been sleeping?
Zhao Qingyi's eyes turned red. After wiping her tears, she whispered: Dad, you have been in a coma for half a month.
It's been so long.
Old Zhao glanced around with his turbid eyes, only seeing Zhao Jingcheng and Zhao Qingyi, and asked while coughing: Where are Jingren and Jingxin?
Zhao Jingcheng glanced at his sister and said with a smirk: Dad, I'll call them back now.
Lao Zhao nodded without saying anything.
After a while, the doctor walked in to check Lao Zhao's head and nodded: The patient's wound heals well, as for...
Zhao Jingcheng hinted at the doctor: OK, I understand this.
After the doctor left, Lao Zhao looked at his eldest son and said in a low tone: Jingcheng Ah, tell me, what's wrong with dad's health?
Dad, we are in good health and have recovered, and it’s all right.
Old Zhao coughed and said with a smile: If it's okay, why did Qingyi cry even harder? You have been lying since childhood, and your eyes and expressions are the same.
Zhao Jingcheng thought for a while, then sat beside Lao Zhao, held his hand and said: Dad, since you said that, I won’t hide it from you...
After listening patiently, Lao Zhao did not feel sad as if the two brothers and sisters were guessing, but was very calm, as if he was listening to someone else's story.
Zhao Jingcheng quietly let go of Lao Zhao's hand and stood up from the bed, asking Zhao Qingyi to accompany his father for more. He opened the window in the ward and let out a long sigh.
When Zhao Jingren and Zhao Jingxin arrived at the ward, Lao Zhao glanced at them one by one, nodded slightly, and his voice became older than before: I know what happened to brain cancer. Since there is not much time, don’t continue to waste money, let me spend the next few months.
dad……
Lao Zhao stopped their repeated persuasion, patted his daughter who was crying, and said with a smile: This is my final decision, you should treat it as my last words at the end of your life.
The three brothers looked at each other with complex expressions, and Zhao Qingyi hugged Lao Zhao's neck and started crying.
Lao Zhao wanted to go home to recuperate, but the doctor hoped that he would stay in the hospital for a few days. Lao Zhao agreed that the only condition was to replace the male nurse, and Zhao Jingcheng agreed.
In fact, when Xia QingYàn learned that Lao Zhao woke up, she rushed over from school as soon as possible.
When Xia QingYàn learned that Lao Zhao had to recuperate in the hospital for a few days, she immediately helped him change to a special ward, which had a living room, an independent bathroom, and a sleeping room. She had external nurses to take care of and serve every day. The daily hospitalization fee was 8,000 yuan.
In fact, as long as the male nurse was replaced, it was enough for Lao Zhao. After Xia Qing arranged something, she only looked at Lao Zhao from a distance, but did not get close to him, and quickly left.
The nurse is a newly graduated female student named Murong Yu, who is responsible for Lao Zhao’s nursing work.
Murong Yu has a pair of watery eyes, black hair and waist, crystal clear skin on her face, bright lips as petals, cute and lively, and soon chatted with Zhao Qingyi.
Perhaps she learned about the patient's severe condition. She was very patient with Lao Zhao, who was in the late stage of brain cancer. She would sit next to her and chat with Lao Zhao in her spare time, trying to enlighten the old man's dull mood.
For example, do what you like, find a hobby, or achieve a short-term goal, so that your life will not leave any regrets and will be more meaningful.
Lao Zhao's head pain became more and more severe. His face was haggard, and his empty eyes seemed to have lost his soul. He slowly shook his head: Regret, can I not leave any regrets... I have too many regrets in my life.
Zhao Qingyi held his palm with heartache and said softly: Dad, I will be with you for the rest of my life.
Seeing that Lao Zhao did not respond, he was full of life, Murong Yu shook his head gently at her and whispered: Miss Zhao, why don’t I help the old man clean his body first.
Zhao Qingyi nodded and got up and left the ward.
This is the first time Murong Yu has helped Lao Zhao clean his body, but the process is already very skilled.
She signaled Lao Zhao to lie flat, lifted the quilt, unbuttoned the buttons of her clothes, revealing Lao Zhao's upper body, a flat chest and wrinkles all over her abdomen, and her skin was covered with dark age spots.
She bent down and wiped it very seriously, first with her arms, then with her shoulders, back, chest, and abdomen... During this process, Murong Yu did not notice that Lao Zhao's lifeless pupils were slightly focused, and her eyes fell on her white nurse's uniform.
The plump breasts stretched out a sexy arc on the front of the nurse's uniform. The white skirt had just passed the knee. A pair of beautiful legs were tightly wrapped in white stockings to outline a graceful curve. The faint fragrance of the girl unknowingly floated into Lao Zhao's nose, as if some desire hidden deep in the soul was suddenly activated, and the old man's body couldn't help but tremble.
Murong Yu was stunned and looked at Lao Zhao with confusion: Mr., are you okay?
I'm fine, it's fine...
Lao Zhao suddenly grabbed the lifebuoy after drowning, and tempting bodies appeared in his mind, instantly diluting the previous depression of the yin energy, and even the lump tumor on the back of his head was relieved.
His saggy chest was slightly undulating, and his eyes widened at the ceiling. At this moment, Lao Zhao finally understood what Murong Yu said. In the remaining time, he had to find something he liked to do, and not leave any regrets.
The old Zhao's eldest daughter-in-law Gong Wenyin's fair breasts automatically appeared in his mind, the second daughter-in-law Ouyang Zhen's sexy black stockings and beautiful legs, the third daughter-in-law Xia QingYàn's delicate pink lips, and the tempting and delicate body of his daughter Zhao Qingyi. Even Murong Yu's nurse uniform, which symbolizes pure white, aroused the most evil desire in his heart.
It turns out that there are so many beautiful and youthful bodies waiting for me in this world...
Murong Yu did not notice Lao Zhao's clues. After she wiped her upper body, she helped the old man put on her clothes, then took off her pajamas, and an erect penis appeared in front of her vision, and she was so scared that she almost stepped back.
The good quality concealed the surprise of her face. Lao Zhao's penis was average in length and thickness. Although it was not easy to get a normal erection at the age of 70, it was common. What was really scary was the two testicles as thick as fists, with blue veins all over, light gray skin, and wrinkles that looked like devilish smiles, gloomy and terrifying.
Murong Yu lowered his head, carefully avoided the elderly's sensitive parts with a cleaning cloth, and carefully wiped other places.
However, after she wiped her legs and feet, the old man's penis still did not contract at all, and it was always hard, high and mighty, and even a trace of white liquid flowed out of the glans and urethra.
She frowned lightly, and after taking a secret glance at Lao Zhao, she slowly wiped her penis and two swollen scrotums with wet wipes.
With this gentle touch, Lao Zhao seemed to be stimulated and couldn't help but speak out.
Murong Yu's hand stopped and his face looked awkward: Old sir, please bear with it, I will finish cleaning soon.
Lao Zhao didn't hear what she said clearly. The pleasure of electric current from the lower body actually relieved his head pain.
After wiping it casually, Murong Yu was physically and mentally exhausted. Just as she was about to put on her pants, Lao Zhao, who was ecstatic, grabbed her hand and said in a nearly begging tone: Xiaoyu Ah, can you continue to touch your penis? I haven't felt so comfortable in a long time.
Murong Yu's face changed slightly, and she felt very embarrassed by his request for overcoming. She pursed her lips and nodded helplessly, and took out a cleaning cloth to wipe the glans and stems.
Lao Zhao's moan continued to come, saying intermittently: That's it, that's it, my head is getting better and no longer hurts...
For an elderly man who has few days of late cancer, the dopamine pleasure generated by sexual contact may be the last happiness he can pursue in his limited life.
Murong Yu seemed to have understood Lao Zhao's life, and his unwilling gestures began to be serious. After putting down the cleaning cloth, he directly held his penis with his bare hands and stroked up and down according to the masturbation posture.
She tried not to touch the two terrifying scrotums as much as possible, raised her head and looked ahead, and the grip of her palm continued to increase.
Lao Zhao had accumulated desire for more than half a month, and soon surrendered under the stimulation of the nurse's sister. The semen squirted out of the glans and shot out half a meter high.
Murong Yu, who was prepared, sprayed the semen to the other side, not letting her clothes get stuck in the slightest, but she obviously underestimated the amazing reserves of Lao Zhao's semen. Her penis seemed to have life in her palms, and she kept jumping. She ejaculated for more than ten seconds before slowly stopping. The ward suddenly had a faint smell of semen.
She shook her head slightly, took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped the remaining semen on the glans and the dripping mottled semen on the ground.
After cleaning up, Murong Yu looked at Lao Zhao who was still in a trance, and his tone was calm: Old sir, I'll clean it up for you, so take a break early.
After Murong Yu left the ward, Lao Zhao's pleasure of floating in the air gradually disappeared and returned to reality.
The brain tumors occupied too many places. The pain once made Lao Zhao worse than death. However, orgasm seemed to be an excellent analgesic. It not only allowed the brain pain to disappear, but also allowed the pleasure to remain in the body. It would disappear after three or four minutes.
The huge emptiness and loneliness attacked Lao Zhao fiercely.
He recalled Murong Yu's attitude just now, and was not as lively and considerate as he was at first, but rather a little cold. It must have been because of his rude request that angered her.
Lao Zhao felt embarrassed and a little embarrassed. When he calmed down, he felt a little annoyed. Isn’t the nurse just to meet all the patients’ requirements?
If she could swallow her semen just now, would she be able to obey her?... After Lao Zhao thought of this possibility, a bold evil thought surged from his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he became dry and dry his mouth.
God designed a countdown for Lao Zhao's life, but also gave him a window for sexual blessings. Lao Zhao felt that it would be a pity if he didn't use it.
There seemed to be a demon whispering in the void. Although Lao Zhao couldn't hear what they were saying, he still regarded all this as the main theme of the gods. He even put his hands together in his chest and prayed seriously.
An hour later, Zhao Qingyi came back from outside. She had finished taking a bath, wearing a white nightgown, and exposed her white and smooth legs.
Dad, have you finished taking the medicine?
After taking it, the doctor took his blood pressure and drew a few tubes of blood, which made me feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Qingyi stayed on his father's wrist following his eyes, which were wrapped in circles of medical tape, and there were needles inside. The blood vessels under the skin were winding and faintly blue due to long-term drip.
She was touched by Lao Zhao's shoulder with heartache and whispered: Dad, it's okay, I'm with you.
I know, I know, it is my Qingyi who cares about me the most.Old Zhao moved a seat next to her and signaled her to lie in.
After Zhao Qingyi got into the quilt, her hand accidentally touched a hard and soft cylinder. She was stunned for a moment, and then her face flushed.
In order to confirm, she even lifted the quilt and then the father and daughter looked at each other.
Zhao Qingyi's eyes were full of embarrassment: Dad, why don't you wear pants?
My daughter, I feel uncomfortable, I need to breathe.
OK... Zhao Qingyi, who was at a loss, did not dare to look at him after covering him with a quilt.
Lao Zhao's skin had become very thick. The virgin fragrance that thrust from his daughter's nose was like a deadly aphrodisiac, which made him feel out of control. After putting his left hand into the quilt, he grabbed his penis and slowly rubbed it.
His little movements could not escape Zhao Qingyi's perception. In order to avoid the embarrassment between the father and daughter, she turned around and left enough space, and kept her head down and played with her phone.
However, the feeling of always masturbating myself is far less exciting than that of a girl's white and tender little hands. Lao Zhao becomes more upset the more he tries, and the more he masturbates, the more he becomes dry his mouth.
After working on it for a while, Lao Zhao decided to take it easy and sighed and said: Child, why don’t you... help me with it.
Zhao Qingyi was stunned: Dad, what did you say?
Daughter, can you help dad get somewhere?
Zhao Qingyi did not respond and always looked at Lao Zhao with his back.
After a while, she turned around, her clear eyes staring at her father's old appearance, without any unexpected disgust and resistance. She thought about it seriously and nodded.
This gave Lao Zhao great encouragement, and even said thank you.
Well, you're welcome.
She was unaware of her own knowledge. After she got into the quilt, her white and tender fingers grabbed her penis and gently stroked it. The sound came from the inside: Dad, is that true?
Yes, that's it, right...
The familiar pleasure came from the lower body, and Lao Zhao's scalp became numb. Even if he had not reached orgasm, just contact with the body surface would make him intoxicated like poison.
Zhao Qingyi crawled beside him, half-kneeling, and his nightgown could not cover up the graceful spring light.A pair of white legs and sexy buttocks are exposed, and the white underwear is clearly visible.
At some point, Lao Zhao's hand climbed up to his daughter's buttocks, and his big hand covered half of his buttocks, making him round and pretty, and his buttocks were firm and white.
Zhao Qingyi was buried in the quilt, her body trembled slightly, and did not stop Lao Zhao from touching her, and continued to patiently help her father with stroking her.
My daughter's obvious promised attitude encouraged Lao Zhao to act lustful.
He took off his daughter's underwear and finally saw the muffin pussy that he had been thinking about day and night. His thick labia were tightly clamped together with the pink and tender stream, and a trace of dew seeped out, reflecting a crystal luster.
When the fingers gently touched the sensitive lip, Zhao Qingyi let out a low moan, and his slender fingers stroking his penis even harder.
Lao Zhao's fingers were stained with vaginal fluid, and his daughter's tacit approval made him more courageous. After his fingers squeezed open his labia, he squeezed into his vagina bit by bit, and explored near the tender heart of the red crepe.
Ah… The daughter’s moans make her soul intoxicated.
Warm, damp, and a feeling of greenness that the flowery lips squeezed inward, as if a small mouth was trying to suck his fingers.
When Lao Zhao's fingers wanted to continue exploring the wet vagina, his daughter moaned shyly: Dad, it hurts there...
Lao Zhao suddenly remembered that his daughter was still a virgin, so he didn't dare to do it, and turned to stimulate the bud that was about to bloom.This move made my daughter's moan even softer, her legs tightly closed.
The lips of the lip of the squintum are covered with more vaginal fluid, which is sticky to Lao Zhao's fingers. He put them in his mouth and tasted them. It was light and clear and could hardly taste anything.
Old Zhao wanted to taste more, so he signaled his daughter to sit on his face, the wet mons pubic lip appeared above his vision, and continued to drip vaginal fluid down.
Zhao Qingyi stopped masturbating and came out of the quilt. She was embarrassed but helpless, and quickly covered her cheeks: Dad, what are you going to do...
My daughter is good, let my father taste it, sit down, right.
Zhao Qingyi slowly lowered his waist, and soon buried his entire face in his daughter's mysterious and shameful part.
Woo...Dad...Don't...It's so itchy... Zhao Qingyi slightly opened her cherry lips and let out a tender moan.
My daughter, Ah, help your father lick his penis, okay?
Zhao Qingyi covered her mouth and refused to let herself scream. Her eyes were filled with complex feelings. After nodding gently, she bent down again and put her cherry lips onto the glans.
She smelled it, first stretched out her tender tongue and licked the urethra, then the ridges and laces and other sensitive parts, and finally opened her lips and put the glans in.
Lao Zhao's glans penetrated into his daughter's mouth smoothly, with a tight, wet and warm cavity, and his soft and tender tongue was still trying to lick his penis, allowing his father to feel more strange stimulation.
The two of them had a classic 69-style pose. On one side, there was a slight sucking labia, and on the other side, there was a muffled oral sex, one after another, and the scene was lewd.
Zhao Qingyi's chest bulged slightly, and after a pair of rough hands penetrated into her nightgown, she accurately grabbed her perky breasts, stroking the smooth breasts in her palms, and squeezed out various shapes.
She groaned and let Lao Zhao play with his chest. He even rubbed his raised nipples hard with his fingers.
Whenever he pinched his nipples hard, Zhao Qingyi's legs would unconsciously tense, and his sensitive vagina became flooded with spring water, wetting the corners of Lao Zhao's mouth.
The mouth was full of scented water, and the girl's tender pussy was close to her eyes, and her flowery lips slightly blew and revealed her tender pink heart-pleat flesh. It closed and contracted, and squeezed out the milky white vaginal fluid from the vagina wall little by little... The fatal temptation in front of her made Lao Zhao's lower body tremble, the glans jumped violently, and a large amount of semen was sprayed into her daughter's mouth.
Because Lao Zhao pressed his daughter's head, a lot of semen was poured into her stomach.
Woo...ah...ahah...
After a while, Zhao Qingyi's cough came, and she was choked on her throat by semen, her eyes were slightly red, and there were a little tears.
Seeing that Old Zhao was still immersed in the afterglow of the climax of a dazed orgasm, Zhao Qingyi got out of bed and washed up, then returned to the bed and hugged his neck.
After a long time, Lao Zhao's mental state returned to normal. Seeing Zhao Qingyi holding him with his eyes closed, he asked tentatively: Daughter, do you like this?
Zhao Qingyi pursed her lips and pretended not to know: Dad, who is it?
Do you like to eat semen?
After a long silence, Zhao Qingyi nodded honestly: I like it, but I prefer to stick to my father. The smell on his father is very good.
Hey, I'm about to step into the coffin, what's the good thing about it.
Dad, don’t say it anymore, Qingyi doesn’t like to listen to these things.
Zhao Qingyi blocked Lao Zhao's lips with her slender fingers, and then she realized that Lao Zhao's lips were a little dry and shrinking.Without any hesitation, she kissed her directly, trying to moisten her father's lips.
Lao Zhao was frightened by her sudden actions. Her daughter gave a kiss, and Wen Xiang's soft-hearted arms were numb. At this moment, he felt particularly comfortable, and she let her kiss and lick it like a kitten.
The taboo path between father and daughter seems to have taken another key step.
Early the next morning.
When Murong Yu came in to check the rounds, only Lao Zhao was left in the ward. She was responsible for helping Lao Zhao measure his body temperature, take his blood pressure, and feeding medicine, doing it meticulously.
After finishing, her tone was very calm: Mr., all indicators are normal.
Nurse Xiaoyu, thank you Ah.
You're welcome, please feel free to tell me if you have any.Murong Yu nodded slightly and turned around and left the ward, not as lively and playful as before.
Zhao Qingyi has been pounding in the kitchen and quickly prepared a nutritious breakfast and put it in the dining car to push it into the ward: Dad, you have breakfast~
OK, my daughter is so well-behaved.
Dad, I'll feed you.Zhao Qingyi sat by the bed, picked up a spoon and served the porridge, put it next to her mouth and blew it, and then handed it to Lao Zhao's mouth.
Lao Zhao was very moved by his daughter's intimate service, but his heart was even more disturbed. Why did his three sons hide away as if they had seen the plague god?
Thinking of this, Lao Zhao felt that the porridge made by his daughter himself was not fragrant, and his face slowly sank.
Dad, is the porridge very hot?
Zhao Qingyi hurriedly put it in her mouth and tried it. When she found that there was no problem, she looked at Lao Zhao in confusion: Or... the porridge is not delicious?
Old Zhao shook his head happily, but evil thoughts surged up and blurted out: The taste... was a little lighter, and there was no smell of his daughter.
Zhao Qingyi was stunned: Dad, what is the taste of...daughter?
I want you to feed me in person, do you understand? Hehe.If Lao Zhao looked in the mirror, he would find that his kind face was so inconsistent with how these teasing words were.
Well... OK.
Zhao Qingyi did not refuse. After obediently holding the porridge, she bent down and kissed Lao Zhao, and fed it in little by little.
After she finished feeding, Lao Zhao did not let her go and continued to kiss her.Zhao Qingyi's eyes gradually became intoxicated, and his tongue was tangled together, making a rather erotic sucking sound.
This scene happened to be seen by Murong Yu outside the door.
She stood there, looking stunned, and hurriedly closed the door and left in a hurry.
Zhao Qingyi left her father's arms in panic, stroked her hair slightly messy, her eyes full of worry: Is that Sister Xiaoyu? She saw me and my father... What should I do?
Old Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: It's okay, she may not have seen it clearly.
But Zhao Qingyi didn't dare to feed him like this anymore, and then he was obedient to feed Lao Zhao with a spoon.
After breakfast, Lao Zhao lay on the bed waiting for Murong Yu to help him wipe his body, so he needed to wipe it twice a day.
Although it is not necessary for patients like Lao Zhao who are not bedridden all year round, it is not necessary to resist the cost of care given by Xia QingYàn.
When Murong Yu entered the ward, her face had returned to her former gentle appearance. However, when she helped Lao Zhao wipe her body, she completely avoided the position of her crotch. Even if her penis was raised high, she regarded it as if she had not seen it.
Xiaoyu, can you help me... make it out like last night?
Murong Yu's face changed slightly, and there was anger in her eyes, and she forced a smile: Mr., caring for her body does not include... there, you need to solve your physiological problems yourself.
OK, OK...
After Murong Yu helped him put on his clothes, he bowed slightly and quickly left the room, leaving a trace of fragrance in the air.
Lao Zhao's heart became darker little by little.
After Zhao Qingyi entered the ward, Lao Zhao returned to his kind appearance: Daughter, please go out for a walk with your father.
Well, OK.
Zhao Qingyi carefully helped Lao Zhao get out of bed and accompanied him to wander in the back garden of the hospital.
Lao Zhao's body was obviously much weaker, he couldn't walk fast, and his body was trembling, but he refused to sit in a wheelchair or crutches, thinking it was embarrassing.
After a while of sunbathing, Lao Zhao stood up from the bench with satisfaction and helped him back with his daughter.
When Lao Zhao left the elevator door, he met Tang Wu who was going through the discharge procedures at the front desk. He stared at him and thought he was dazzled.
Tang...Little Tang?
Tang Wu turned around and recognized Lao Zhao at once, and her eyes lit up: Hey, isn’t this Teacher Zhao? Are you... here?
Zhao Qingyi next to her thought Tang Wu was a student taught by Lao Zhao. After saying hello to her, she explained in a low voice: Sister Tang Wu, my father fell down some time ago and was admitted to the hospital. Later, he was diagnosed with a late stage of brain tumor. Well...
Tang Wu was shocked and looked at Lao Zhao in disbelief: Tian Ah, late stage, Teacher Zhao... Heaven... Why is it so unfair...
Xiao Tang Ah, I am at my age and I am almost indifferent to life and death, it’s okay.
Lao Zhao comforted Tang Wu happily, and she felt even more sad. She helped Lao Zhao back to his ward with Zhao Qingyi.
After Lao Zhao thanked her, he remembered that he forgot to ask: Xiao Tang Ah, are you going through the discharge procedures?
Tang Wu nodded and said softly: My husband had a car accident last week. Fortunately, there was nothing serious. His left leg recovered well and he could be discharged from the hospital today.
At this time, a thin middle-aged man walked in outside the door. After he glanced at Lao Zhao, he said a little surprised: Hey, isn’t this Teacher Zhao? Why are you here in the hospital too?
The middle-aged man in front of him is Lu Di, who is a high school student that Lao Zhao had taught before. Now he has been out and opened an auction company. Later, he met Tang Wu and then married him.
Two years ago, Lao Zhao had a wedding banquet between them, so he was naturally impressed. Now Lao Zhao wants to see Tang Wu, the little girl who suddenly broke into his heart.
Old Zhao said kindly: The teacher came to the hospital for a walk. It’s okay, but you can drive more easily.
Old Zhao obviously didn't want to talk about his condition, so Tang Wu quietly pulled her husband and told him not to continue asking.
Students must follow the teacher’s instructions!
Lu Di laughed: Since the teacher has arrived in the provincial capital, if you have time, why don’t you come to our house to sit there?We live in Yihai Villa in the nearby city.
Zhao Qingyi exclaimed and looked at Lao Zhao: Dad, the house I bought by my brother is in Yihai Villa. He said he will pick you up in a few days.
Lu Di and Tang Wu looked at each other and became happier: Hahaha, that's great. It turns out that we live in the same district Ah, little sister, which building do you have?
Zhao Qingyi blurted out: It is No. 902, Building 6.
Tang Wu's eyes were even more surprised: It's such a coincidence that we are also Building 6, 601.
Building 6 is 902, Building 601... Old Zhao silently muttered the two sets of numbers, and his mind became more and more active.
After chatting with Lao Zhao for a while, Lu Di and Lao Zhao smiled and said: OK, I'll go back and organize a class reunion. At that time, I will definitely welcome the teacher personally.
well……
It was getting late, and Tang Wu walked to Lao Zhao and said softly: Teacher Zhao, then... After you are discharged from the hospital, I will visit you in person. We will not disturb your rest for now. I hope the teacher will be healthy and long-lasting. If there is anything we can help with, please tell us, this is my mobile phone number, Qingyi will give it to you.
Zhao Qingyi took out his cell phone and entered it, nodded and agreed.
After Lao Zhao moved his eyes from that set of phone numbers, he patted Tang Wu's back of his tender hands with a kind face: OK, I'll visit Xiao Tang's house, as long as I don't dislike me, this old man.
Teacher Zhao, I will definitely not, welcome to come often.
After Tang Wu and his wife left, Zhao Qingyi closed the door.
After repeatedly confirming that there was no one outside, she knelt between Lao Zhao's legs, took off her pants, opened her mouth and took Lao Zhao's penis in her mouth.
Child, you are...
The wet pleasure from the penis made Lao Zhao surprised and confused. Why did Zhao Qingyi become proactive? Is it the effect of semen?
Zhao Qingyi raised her head, her face was both cute and innocent: Dad...I just suddenly wanted to eat, okay?
Yes, I'll give it to you all.
Lao Zhao showed another form of love. His hands naturally reached into the crack of his daughter's buttocks, and it became gurgling in a short while.
Woo...father...had hate... Zhao Qingyi was very shy and silently endured his father's caress.
The daughter's shy flattery made Lao Zhao's psychological stimulation even stronger. The glans jumped quickly and strands of semen erupted.
This time, Zhao Qingyi mastered the skills. Not only did he not let a drop of semen flow out, but he also avoided foreign objects coughing and swallowed them all into his stomach.
After eating, she was still reluctantly staying by her side, trying to squeeze out more semen from her glans.
Lao Zhao's desires became more and more aggressive. He was actually no longer satisfied with his daughter's simple verbal service. He wanted to possess his daughter's wet vagina and conquer her whole body and mind.
Thinking of this, he hugged his daughter hideously, pressed her directly under him, pressed her glans against the mouth of his labia, and vowed to pound into his wet vagina.
His crazy state scared Zhao Qingyi. She quickly covered the flower hole with her hands and whispered: Dad, can you please, Qingyi is not ready yet...
The father shouted and pulled back the little reason that Lao Zhao had left. He looked at his daughter with pear blossoms and rainy face, and looked so cute that his heart suddenly became soft. Perhaps he was exhausted and fell to the side.
Zhao Qingyi mistakenly thought something happened to him and shouted anxiously: Dad, Dad!
Old Zhao, who was shaken for a while, turned to look at her and smiled with a relieved smile: Daughter Ah, dad is fine, he is in good health.
After wiped away his tears, Zhao Qingyi hugged him again and murmured: Dad, don’t leave Qingyi…
Seeing that his daughter was obedient, she seemed to be immersed in her semen attack, but she seemed to be a little short of time to be strong, and Lao Zhao didn't want to attack his daughter.
At this moment, another woman appeared in his mind, Murong Yu, the pretty nurse.
Taking advantage of the time when his daughter was feeling guilty, Lao Zhao made a new request: Daughter Ah, there is one thing that dad needs you to do...
After listening carefully, Zhao Qingyi hesitated.
Lao Zhao frowned: What's wrong?
She looked at her father, and there was a trace of struggle in her words: Dad, why should I distribute semen to other women? Isn’t it good to give semen only to my daughter?
Zhao Qingyi's eyes were full of grievance and helplessness. Old Zhao patted his thighs: Good daughter, come, sit in his father's arms.
Zhao Qingyi sat up obediently and took the initiative to hug his neck as if he was leaning against the bird.Lao Zhao's hands were worn through the clothes and bra, and held her tender pigeon breasts, which made the girl blush with a blush.
Daughter Ah, you said you are not ready yet, dad understands and respects you, but I have nowhere to vent my desires. Now the best replacement is Xiaoyu.
After hearing this, Zhao Qingyi realized that it was her own problem and lowered her head: Dad, I'm sorry, my daughter has disappointed you.
Silly daughter, Dad loves you forever. Dad will only use it to vent other girls, and throw it away like a rag. Do you understand? Dad’s love for you is unique.
Well, Qingyi understands.
Zhao Qingyi let her father's hand molested her clothes, and her face was as bright as a peach blossom. She secretly looked at Lao Zhao and said softly: Then... can dad agree to Qingyi that he will no longer look for Sister Xiaoyu after he is discharged from the hospital?
She was afraid that she would not explain clearly, so she continued to add: Qingyi meant that when... after her father was discharged from the hospital, Qingyi would hand over her body to her father. Dad would do whatever he wanted to play with Qingyi, as long as his father's semen was left to Qingyi, okay?
Lao Zhao's throat trembled slightly. He ignored his daughter's concerns and agreed directly: I listen to my daughter!
After all, Murong Yu is just a short physical passerby to Lao Zhao, and the real beauty is all concentrated in Yihai Villa. How could he miss it?
After receiving his father's verbal promise, Zhao Qingyi happily knelt on the ground, grabbed his penis and gently stroked it.
Soon, the semen sprayed from the glans were put in a small bottle, with a total of 70 ml.
It was also the first time that Lao Zhao had observed the color of his semen.
Compared to half a month ago, his semen is thinner and transparent, and the fishy smell becomes very light, so it is almost impossible to smell it without careful smelling it.
Zhao Qingyi secretly drank a little semen on her father's back, but Lao Zhao caught him on the spot: Daddy, after completing the task, will you drink enough? OK?
OK ~
Zhao Qingyi stuck out her tongue embarrassedly and slowly twisted the bottle cap back.
In the afternoon, a conversation between two girls came from outside the ward.
Sister Murong, is it delicious?
Then I'll try it, well, it's quite sweet~
Sister, I still have a whole jar here, all of which are made from homemade local honey in my hometown, you can take it all.
Sister Qingyi, you are so polite.
Sister, this cup is about to be finished now, otherwise it will be cold and will not be good to drink.
OK, thank you~
Old Zhao held his breath and concentrated his mind. He listened to the conversation between the two outside the ward, knowing that his plan had been successfully completed.
No matter how disgusted Murong Yu felt, he avoided him, and probably never expected that Zhao Qingyi would become an accomplice and would poison him in the honey.
The crying in the ward, the chirping of sparrows outside the window, and the late autumn wind passing by the branches and leaves, all of this has nothing to do with Lao Zhao, who is looking at the darkness and nothingness.
Lao Zhao is a decent person who cares about life and death indifferently. Death is also the destination that every old man will face in the end. However, he cannot face it calmly at the moment, and his chest is very stuffy and very uncomfortable.
In his original vision, he should be a long-lived old man. When he was a child, the fortune teller named him Zhao Gaonian, which has this kind of beautiful blessing.
He could die of old age calmly and naturally. On a sunny afternoon, he would return to dust and land, but he could not accept that he would die of suffering from the pain of cancer when he was 70 years old.
He wasted his old life of repeatedly creating wheels all his life. It happened that because of the nourishment of Longyang Fruit, God gave him a big joke.Whenever I think of this, Lao Zhao is even more melancholy and depressed.
He could not move or speak, and listened to the sounds in his ears fleetingly, there were a series of medical equipment examinations, the companionship of children and the babbling sounds of the wheels pushing by the bed.
The three sons took turns serving Lao Zhao, helping to wipe his body, feed him, etc., and doing their best to do their filial piety.
But what puzzled Lao Zhao was that the three sons had a subtle change in their attitude towards him.
At first, the second son Zhao Jingxin complained: Wow, dad’s body odor is too bad, is it all open the window? It’s almost gone, it’s so uncomfortable to smell it.
Zhao Jingcheng's tone was a little reproachful: OK, why are you muttering so much?
Zhao Jingren's voice is relatively dull: This is because the elderly have slow metabolism and poor antioxidant function in the skin. The smell occurs after the oil is oxidized, but... my father's body odor is indeed a bit heavy.
It smells like rotten eggs that have been rotten for several months.Zhao Jingxin's wiping method was very rough and a little reluctant.
I think it's more like, well... the smell of rotten rats. There was a dead rat hidden in my dormitory before, and it was this smell.
Zhao Jingxin seemed to have discovered a new world: Dad, what's going on with dad's testicles? Why is it so swollen?You guys take a look!
Zhao Jingcheng shook his head: The doctor has checked and said it’s okay, just wipe it casually. Damn it, it’s really weird.
Two days later.
Zhao Jingren's lament was even stronger: Father, I'm sorry, I really can't stand it anymore.
Hurry up and put your pants back, those two testicles are so nauseous.
Zhao Jingxin covered her nose and said: Brother, my father has never woken up now. We all have our own things to do, and it is not a solution to delay here.
Zhao Jingcheng stood by the window, smoking with his head muffled, and finally said in a deep voice: OK, what do you want others to see us?Have no filial sons in front of the bed for a long time?Now if you want to wipe your body, you will complain all kinds of times. Are your wings hard?After two days of wiping, I started to get impatient...
Brother, then come and wipe it, let’s take turns.
After Zhao Jingcheng put out the cigarette butt, he turned around and left: I still have something to be busy with, so let's go first.
Brother, don’t leave!
Three days later.
Zhao Jingcheng's face was particularly ill: Dad's skin will not change, but the smell is getting stronger and stronger.
Brother, keep doing it, I'll go back to school first.Zhao Jingxin was so frustrated that she wanted to leave the ward.
Jingxin, are you leaving so quickly?return!
Zhao Jingxin stopped and looked tired: I had wiped it yesterday, so you can let Jingren wipe it.
Zhao Jingcheng pointed to Zhao Jingren, who was silent and listless and in a state of depression: How can he wipe out this way?
At this time, Zhao Qingyi's voice came from outside the door: Brother, what are you arguing about?
Zhao Jingxin sighed: Sister Ah, our dad has too strong body sensation. We are not unfilial, but we really can't stand it. It's so disgusting!Look, Jing Ren vomited just now.
Zhao Qingyi was a little confused: What’s the taste?I didn't smell what my dad had about Ah?
You really didn't smell it?
Zhao Qingyi frowned and said: No, why are you doing this? How do you usually treat you?Let's go away, I'll help my dad wipe his body.
Zhao Jingcheng stopped her and shook his head: Forget it, we have done our filial piety anyway. Let’s hire a nurse next time. Let’s not bother. Sister, don’t force yourself. The smell is really bad, so there is no need to endure it.
I really didn't smell anything... Zhao Qingyi stood aside with a complicated expression.
When Zhao Jingxin and Zhao Jingren heard about hiring a nursing staff, they breathed a sigh of relief: That's great.
However, after changing the nurse, the torture of Lao Zhao had just begun.
The male nurse also dislikes Lao Zhao's body odor, and has no gentle attitude towards him, and even curses: It's so stinking, hey, it's really miserable for these children and grandchildren to have you, the immortal old man.
Since the nursing staff has been given, the number of visits to Lao Zhao has decreased a lot, and only Zhao Qingyi has always been by Lao Zhao.
The male nurse obviously regarded Lao Zhao as an emotional trash can and kept talking: It's really stinky, it's so bad, you are so bad, you are so bad, you don't have medical insurance or join the universal medical plan. It takes hundreds of thousands of yuan to complete a course of treatment. No wonder your son did not step into the ward again. They probably gave up the treatment and were just waiting for one day to remove your trachea.
Seven days later.
The male nurse became Lao Zhao's nightmare. The male nurse stripped naked his clothes almost hysterically and treated him as rotten meat on the chopping board. The skin that was roughly wiped was painful, especially the penis and testicles under the crotch were heartbroken. The male nurse actually pinched the place with her hands, cursing and cursing, as if crazy.
But when Zhao Qingyi came back, the male nurse returned to that kind look, which was very different from the hideous attitude he had just now.
Old Zhao was so angry that he trembled all over, trying hard to wake himself up from his sleep. He also vaguely heard Lin Jing's voice, his tone was soft and firm: Teacher, wake up quickly.
This shout seemed to come from the farthest farthest, which finally made Lao Zhao wake up slowly.
Wake up, dad wakes up!Zhao Qingyi covered her lips excitedly.
It just so happened that Zhao Jingcheng had just returned from outside and was pulled into the ward by Zhao Qingyi.
He covered his nose and was about to leave the ward, but after seeing Lao Zhao with beating eyelids, he staggered to the head of the bed, and said in surprise: Dad, Dad, can you hear me?
You can hear it, you can hear it...
Zhao Qingyi cried with joy: That’s great!
Because I haven't spoken for a long time, Lao Zhao's words became very stiff: Child, how long have I been sleeping?
Zhao Qingyi's eyes turned red. After wiping her tears, she whispered: Dad, you have been in a coma for half a month.
It's been so long.
Old Zhao glanced around with his turbid eyes, only seeing Zhao Jingcheng and Zhao Qingyi, and asked while coughing: Where are Jingren and Jingxin?
Zhao Jingcheng glanced at his sister and said with a smirk: Dad, I'll call them back now.
Lao Zhao nodded without saying anything.
After a while, the doctor walked in to check Lao Zhao's head and nodded: The patient's wound heals well, as for...
Zhao Jingcheng hinted at the doctor: OK, I understand this.
After the doctor left, Lao Zhao looked at his eldest son and said in a low tone: Jingcheng Ah, tell me, what's wrong with dad's health?
Dad, we are in good health and have recovered, and it’s all right.
Old Zhao coughed and said with a smile: If it's okay, why did Qingyi cry even harder? You have been lying since childhood, and your eyes and expressions are the same.
Zhao Jingcheng thought for a while, then sat beside Lao Zhao, held his hand and said: Dad, since you said that, I won’t hide it from you...
After listening patiently, Lao Zhao did not feel sad as if the two brothers and sisters were guessing, but was very calm, as if he was listening to someone else's story.
Zhao Jingcheng quietly let go of Lao Zhao's hand and stood up from the bed, asking Zhao Qingyi to accompany his father for more. He opened the window in the ward and let out a long sigh.
When Zhao Jingren and Zhao Jingxin arrived at the ward, Lao Zhao glanced at them one by one, nodded slightly, and his voice became older than before: I know what happened to brain cancer. Since there is not much time, don’t continue to waste money, let me spend the next few months.
dad……
Lao Zhao stopped their repeated persuasion, patted his daughter who was crying, and said with a smile: This is my final decision, you should treat it as my last words at the end of your life.
The three brothers looked at each other with complex expressions, and Zhao Qingyi hugged Lao Zhao's neck and started crying.
Lao Zhao wanted to go home to recuperate, but the doctor hoped that he would stay in the hospital for a few days. Lao Zhao agreed that the only condition was to replace the male nurse, and Zhao Jingcheng agreed.
In fact, when Xia QingYàn learned that Lao Zhao woke up, she rushed over from school as soon as possible.
When Xia QingYàn learned that Lao Zhao had to recuperate in the hospital for a few days, she immediately helped him change to a special ward, which had a living room, an independent bathroom, and a sleeping room. She had external nurses to take care of and serve every day. The daily hospitalization fee was 8,000 yuan.
In fact, as long as the male nurse was replaced, it was enough for Lao Zhao. After Xia Qing arranged something, she only looked at Lao Zhao from a distance, but did not get close to him, and quickly left.
The nurse is a newly graduated female student named Murong Yu, who is responsible for Lao Zhao’s nursing work.
Murong Yu has a pair of watery eyes, black hair and waist, crystal clear skin on her face, bright lips as petals, cute and lively, and soon chatted with Zhao Qingyi.
Perhaps she learned about the patient's severe condition. She was very patient with Lao Zhao, who was in the late stage of brain cancer. She would sit next to her and chat with Lao Zhao in her spare time, trying to enlighten the old man's dull mood.
For example, do what you like, find a hobby, or achieve a short-term goal, so that your life will not leave any regrets and will be more meaningful.
Lao Zhao's head pain became more and more severe. His face was haggard, and his empty eyes seemed to have lost his soul. He slowly shook his head: Regret, can I not leave any regrets... I have too many regrets in my life.
Zhao Qingyi held his palm with heartache and said softly: Dad, I will be with you for the rest of my life.
Seeing that Lao Zhao did not respond, he was full of life, Murong Yu shook his head gently at her and whispered: Miss Zhao, why don’t I help the old man clean his body first.
Zhao Qingyi nodded and got up and left the ward.
This is the first time Murong Yu has helped Lao Zhao clean his body, but the process is already very skilled.
She signaled Lao Zhao to lie flat, lifted the quilt, unbuttoned the buttons of her clothes, revealing Lao Zhao's upper body, a flat chest and wrinkles all over her abdomen, and her skin was covered with dark age spots.
She bent down and wiped it very seriously, first with her arms, then with her shoulders, back, chest, and abdomen... During this process, Murong Yu did not notice that Lao Zhao's lifeless pupils were slightly focused, and her eyes fell on her white nurse's uniform.
The plump breasts stretched out a sexy arc on the front of the nurse's uniform. The white skirt had just passed the knee. A pair of beautiful legs were tightly wrapped in white stockings to outline a graceful curve. The faint fragrance of the girl unknowingly floated into Lao Zhao's nose, as if some desire hidden deep in the soul was suddenly activated, and the old man's body couldn't help but tremble.
Murong Yu was stunned and looked at Lao Zhao with confusion: Mr., are you okay?
I'm fine, it's fine...
Lao Zhao suddenly grabbed the lifebuoy after drowning, and tempting bodies appeared in his mind, instantly diluting the previous depression of the yin energy, and even the lump tumor on the back of his head was relieved.
His saggy chest was slightly undulating, and his eyes widened at the ceiling. At this moment, Lao Zhao finally understood what Murong Yu said. In the remaining time, he had to find something he liked to do, and not leave any regrets.
The old Zhao's eldest daughter-in-law Gong Wenyin's fair breasts automatically appeared in his mind, the second daughter-in-law Ouyang Zhen's sexy black stockings and beautiful legs, the third daughter-in-law Xia QingYàn's delicate pink lips, and the tempting and delicate body of his daughter Zhao Qingyi. Even Murong Yu's nurse uniform, which symbolizes pure white, aroused the most evil desire in his heart.
It turns out that there are so many beautiful and youthful bodies waiting for me in this world...
Murong Yu did not notice Lao Zhao's clues. After she wiped her upper body, she helped the old man put on her clothes, then took off her pajamas, and an erect penis appeared in front of her vision, and she was so scared that she almost stepped back.
The good quality concealed the surprise of her face. Lao Zhao's penis was average in length and thickness. Although it was not easy to get a normal erection at the age of 70, it was common. What was really scary was the two testicles as thick as fists, with blue veins all over, light gray skin, and wrinkles that looked like devilish smiles, gloomy and terrifying.
Murong Yu lowered his head, carefully avoided the elderly's sensitive parts with a cleaning cloth, and carefully wiped other places.
However, after she wiped her legs and feet, the old man's penis still did not contract at all, and it was always hard, high and mighty, and even a trace of white liquid flowed out of the glans and urethra.
She frowned lightly, and after taking a secret glance at Lao Zhao, she slowly wiped her penis and two swollen scrotums with wet wipes.
With this gentle touch, Lao Zhao seemed to be stimulated and couldn't help but speak out.
Murong Yu's hand stopped and his face looked awkward: Old sir, please bear with it, I will finish cleaning soon.
Lao Zhao didn't hear what she said clearly. The pleasure of electric current from the lower body actually relieved his head pain.
After wiping it casually, Murong Yu was physically and mentally exhausted. Just as she was about to put on her pants, Lao Zhao, who was ecstatic, grabbed her hand and said in a nearly begging tone: Xiaoyu Ah, can you continue to touch your penis? I haven't felt so comfortable in a long time.
Murong Yu's face changed slightly, and she felt very embarrassed by his request for overcoming. She pursed her lips and nodded helplessly, and took out a cleaning cloth to wipe the glans and stems.
Lao Zhao's moan continued to come, saying intermittently: That's it, that's it, my head is getting better and no longer hurts...
For an elderly man who has few days of late cancer, the dopamine pleasure generated by sexual contact may be the last happiness he can pursue in his limited life.
Murong Yu seemed to have understood Lao Zhao's life, and his unwilling gestures began to be serious. After putting down the cleaning cloth, he directly held his penis with his bare hands and stroked up and down according to the masturbation posture.
She tried not to touch the two terrifying scrotums as much as possible, raised her head and looked ahead, and the grip of her palm continued to increase.
Lao Zhao had accumulated desire for more than half a month, and soon surrendered under the stimulation of the nurse's sister. The semen squirted out of the glans and shot out half a meter high.
Murong Yu, who was prepared, sprayed the semen to the other side, not letting her clothes get stuck in the slightest, but she obviously underestimated the amazing reserves of Lao Zhao's semen. Her penis seemed to have life in her palms, and she kept jumping. She ejaculated for more than ten seconds before slowly stopping. The ward suddenly had a faint smell of semen.
She shook her head slightly, took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped the remaining semen on the glans and the dripping mottled semen on the ground.
After cleaning up, Murong Yu looked at Lao Zhao who was still in a trance, and his tone was calm: Old sir, I'll clean it up for you, so take a break early.
After Murong Yu left the ward, Lao Zhao's pleasure of floating in the air gradually disappeared and returned to reality.
The brain tumors occupied too many places. The pain once made Lao Zhao worse than death. However, orgasm seemed to be an excellent analgesic. It not only allowed the brain pain to disappear, but also allowed the pleasure to remain in the body. It would disappear after three or four minutes.
The huge emptiness and loneliness attacked Lao Zhao fiercely.
He recalled Murong Yu's attitude just now, and was not as lively and considerate as he was at first, but rather a little cold. It must have been because of his rude request that angered her.
Lao Zhao felt embarrassed and a little embarrassed. When he calmed down, he felt a little annoyed. Isn’t the nurse just to meet all the patients’ requirements?
If she could swallow her semen just now, would she be able to obey her?... After Lao Zhao thought of this possibility, a bold evil thought surged from his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he became dry and dry his mouth.
God designed a countdown for Lao Zhao's life, but also gave him a window for sexual blessings. Lao Zhao felt that it would be a pity if he didn't use it.
There seemed to be a demon whispering in the void. Although Lao Zhao couldn't hear what they were saying, he still regarded all this as the main theme of the gods. He even put his hands together in his chest and prayed seriously.
An hour later, Zhao Qingyi came back from outside. She had finished taking a bath, wearing a white nightgown, and exposed her white and smooth legs.
Dad, have you finished taking the medicine?
After taking it, the doctor took his blood pressure and drew a few tubes of blood, which made me feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Qingyi stayed on his father's wrist following his eyes, which were wrapped in circles of medical tape, and there were needles inside. The blood vessels under the skin were winding and faintly blue due to long-term drip.
She was touched by Lao Zhao's shoulder with heartache and whispered: Dad, it's okay, I'm with you.
I know, I know, it is my Qingyi who cares about me the most.Old Zhao moved a seat next to her and signaled her to lie in.
After Zhao Qingyi got into the quilt, her hand accidentally touched a hard and soft cylinder. She was stunned for a moment, and then her face flushed.
In order to confirm, she even lifted the quilt and then the father and daughter looked at each other.
Zhao Qingyi's eyes were full of embarrassment: Dad, why don't you wear pants?
My daughter, I feel uncomfortable, I need to breathe.
OK... Zhao Qingyi, who was at a loss, did not dare to look at him after covering him with a quilt.
Lao Zhao's skin had become very thick. The virgin fragrance that thrust from his daughter's nose was like a deadly aphrodisiac, which made him feel out of control. After putting his left hand into the quilt, he grabbed his penis and slowly rubbed it.
His little movements could not escape Zhao Qingyi's perception. In order to avoid the embarrassment between the father and daughter, she turned around and left enough space, and kept her head down and played with her phone.
However, the feeling of always masturbating myself is far less exciting than that of a girl's white and tender little hands. Lao Zhao becomes more upset the more he tries, and the more he masturbates, the more he becomes dry his mouth.
After working on it for a while, Lao Zhao decided to take it easy and sighed and said: Child, why don’t you... help me with it.
Zhao Qingyi was stunned: Dad, what did you say?
Daughter, can you help dad get somewhere?
Zhao Qingyi did not respond and always looked at Lao Zhao with his back.
After a while, she turned around, her clear eyes staring at her father's old appearance, without any unexpected disgust and resistance. She thought about it seriously and nodded.
This gave Lao Zhao great encouragement, and even said thank you.
Well, you're welcome.
She was unaware of her own knowledge. After she got into the quilt, her white and tender fingers grabbed her penis and gently stroked it. The sound came from the inside: Dad, is that true?
Yes, that's it, right...
The familiar pleasure came from the lower body, and Lao Zhao's scalp became numb. Even if he had not reached orgasm, just contact with the body surface would make him intoxicated like poison.
Zhao Qingyi crawled beside him, half-kneeling, and his nightgown could not cover up the graceful spring light.A pair of white legs and sexy buttocks are exposed, and the white underwear is clearly visible.
At some point, Lao Zhao's hand climbed up to his daughter's buttocks, and his big hand covered half of his buttocks, making him round and pretty, and his buttocks were firm and white.
Zhao Qingyi was buried in the quilt, her body trembled slightly, and did not stop Lao Zhao from touching her, and continued to patiently help her father with stroking her.
My daughter's obvious promised attitude encouraged Lao Zhao to act lustful.
He took off his daughter's underwear and finally saw the muffin pussy that he had been thinking about day and night. His thick labia were tightly clamped together with the pink and tender stream, and a trace of dew seeped out, reflecting a crystal luster.
When the fingers gently touched the sensitive lip, Zhao Qingyi let out a low moan, and his slender fingers stroking his penis even harder.
Lao Zhao's fingers were stained with vaginal fluid, and his daughter's tacit approval made him more courageous. After his fingers squeezed open his labia, he squeezed into his vagina bit by bit, and explored near the tender heart of the red crepe.
Ah… The daughter’s moans make her soul intoxicated.
Warm, damp, and a feeling of greenness that the flowery lips squeezed inward, as if a small mouth was trying to suck his fingers.
When Lao Zhao's fingers wanted to continue exploring the wet vagina, his daughter moaned shyly: Dad, it hurts there...
Lao Zhao suddenly remembered that his daughter was still a virgin, so he didn't dare to do it, and turned to stimulate the bud that was about to bloom.This move made my daughter's moan even softer, her legs tightly closed.
The lips of the lip of the squintum are covered with more vaginal fluid, which is sticky to Lao Zhao's fingers. He put them in his mouth and tasted them. It was light and clear and could hardly taste anything.
Old Zhao wanted to taste more, so he signaled his daughter to sit on his face, the wet mons pubic lip appeared above his vision, and continued to drip vaginal fluid down.
Zhao Qingyi stopped masturbating and came out of the quilt. She was embarrassed but helpless, and quickly covered her cheeks: Dad, what are you going to do...
My daughter is good, let my father taste it, sit down, right.
Zhao Qingyi slowly lowered his waist, and soon buried his entire face in his daughter's mysterious and shameful part.
Woo...Dad...Don't...It's so itchy... Zhao Qingyi slightly opened her cherry lips and let out a tender moan.
My daughter, Ah, help your father lick his penis, okay?
Zhao Qingyi covered her mouth and refused to let herself scream. Her eyes were filled with complex feelings. After nodding gently, she bent down again and put her cherry lips onto the glans.
She smelled it, first stretched out her tender tongue and licked the urethra, then the ridges and laces and other sensitive parts, and finally opened her lips and put the glans in.
Lao Zhao's glans penetrated into his daughter's mouth smoothly, with a tight, wet and warm cavity, and his soft and tender tongue was still trying to lick his penis, allowing his father to feel more strange stimulation.
The two of them had a classic 69-style pose. On one side, there was a slight sucking labia, and on the other side, there was a muffled oral sex, one after another, and the scene was lewd.
Zhao Qingyi's chest bulged slightly, and after a pair of rough hands penetrated into her nightgown, she accurately grabbed her perky breasts, stroking the smooth breasts in her palms, and squeezed out various shapes.
She groaned and let Lao Zhao play with his chest. He even rubbed his raised nipples hard with his fingers.
Whenever he pinched his nipples hard, Zhao Qingyi's legs would unconsciously tense, and his sensitive vagina became flooded with spring water, wetting the corners of Lao Zhao's mouth.
The mouth was full of scented water, and the girl's tender pussy was close to her eyes, and her flowery lips slightly blew and revealed her tender pink heart-pleat flesh. It closed and contracted, and squeezed out the milky white vaginal fluid from the vagina wall little by little... The fatal temptation in front of her made Lao Zhao's lower body tremble, the glans jumped violently, and a large amount of semen was sprayed into her daughter's mouth.
Because Lao Zhao pressed his daughter's head, a lot of semen was poured into her stomach.
Woo...ah...ahah...
After a while, Zhao Qingyi's cough came, and she was choked on her throat by semen, her eyes were slightly red, and there were a little tears.
Seeing that Old Zhao was still immersed in the afterglow of the climax of a dazed orgasm, Zhao Qingyi got out of bed and washed up, then returned to the bed and hugged his neck.
After a long time, Lao Zhao's mental state returned to normal. Seeing Zhao Qingyi holding him with his eyes closed, he asked tentatively: Daughter, do you like this?
Zhao Qingyi pursed her lips and pretended not to know: Dad, who is it?
Do you like to eat semen?
After a long silence, Zhao Qingyi nodded honestly: I like it, but I prefer to stick to my father. The smell on his father is very good.
Hey, I'm about to step into the coffin, what's the good thing about it.
Dad, don’t say it anymore, Qingyi doesn’t like to listen to these things.
Zhao Qingyi blocked Lao Zhao's lips with her slender fingers, and then she realized that Lao Zhao's lips were a little dry and shrinking.Without any hesitation, she kissed her directly, trying to moisten her father's lips.
Lao Zhao was frightened by her sudden actions. Her daughter gave a kiss, and Wen Xiang's soft-hearted arms were numb. At this moment, he felt particularly comfortable, and she let her kiss and lick it like a kitten.
The taboo path between father and daughter seems to have taken another key step.
Early the next morning.
When Murong Yu came in to check the rounds, only Lao Zhao was left in the ward. She was responsible for helping Lao Zhao measure his body temperature, take his blood pressure, and feeding medicine, doing it meticulously.
After finishing, her tone was very calm: Mr., all indicators are normal.
Nurse Xiaoyu, thank you Ah.
You're welcome, please feel free to tell me if you have any.Murong Yu nodded slightly and turned around and left the ward, not as lively and playful as before.
Zhao Qingyi has been pounding in the kitchen and quickly prepared a nutritious breakfast and put it in the dining car to push it into the ward: Dad, you have breakfast~
OK, my daughter is so well-behaved.
Dad, I'll feed you.Zhao Qingyi sat by the bed, picked up a spoon and served the porridge, put it next to her mouth and blew it, and then handed it to Lao Zhao's mouth.
Lao Zhao was very moved by his daughter's intimate service, but his heart was even more disturbed. Why did his three sons hide away as if they had seen the plague god?
Thinking of this, Lao Zhao felt that the porridge made by his daughter himself was not fragrant, and his face slowly sank.
Dad, is the porridge very hot?
Zhao Qingyi hurriedly put it in her mouth and tried it. When she found that there was no problem, she looked at Lao Zhao in confusion: Or... the porridge is not delicious?
Old Zhao shook his head happily, but evil thoughts surged up and blurted out: The taste... was a little lighter, and there was no smell of his daughter.
Zhao Qingyi was stunned: Dad, what is the taste of...daughter?
I want you to feed me in person, do you understand? Hehe.If Lao Zhao looked in the mirror, he would find that his kind face was so inconsistent with how these teasing words were.
Well... OK.
Zhao Qingyi did not refuse. After obediently holding the porridge, she bent down and kissed Lao Zhao, and fed it in little by little.
After she finished feeding, Lao Zhao did not let her go and continued to kiss her.Zhao Qingyi's eyes gradually became intoxicated, and his tongue was tangled together, making a rather erotic sucking sound.
This scene happened to be seen by Murong Yu outside the door.
She stood there, looking stunned, and hurriedly closed the door and left in a hurry.
Zhao Qingyi left her father's arms in panic, stroked her hair slightly messy, her eyes full of worry: Is that Sister Xiaoyu? She saw me and my father... What should I do?
Old Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: It's okay, she may not have seen it clearly.
But Zhao Qingyi didn't dare to feed him like this anymore, and then he was obedient to feed Lao Zhao with a spoon.
After breakfast, Lao Zhao lay on the bed waiting for Murong Yu to help him wipe his body, so he needed to wipe it twice a day.
Although it is not necessary for patients like Lao Zhao who are not bedridden all year round, it is not necessary to resist the cost of care given by Xia QingYàn.
When Murong Yu entered the ward, her face had returned to her former gentle appearance. However, when she helped Lao Zhao wipe her body, she completely avoided the position of her crotch. Even if her penis was raised high, she regarded it as if she had not seen it.
Xiaoyu, can you help me... make it out like last night?
Murong Yu's face changed slightly, and there was anger in her eyes, and she forced a smile: Mr., caring for her body does not include... there, you need to solve your physiological problems yourself.
OK, OK...
After Murong Yu helped him put on his clothes, he bowed slightly and quickly left the room, leaving a trace of fragrance in the air.
Lao Zhao's heart became darker little by little.
After Zhao Qingyi entered the ward, Lao Zhao returned to his kind appearance: Daughter, please go out for a walk with your father.
Well, OK.
Zhao Qingyi carefully helped Lao Zhao get out of bed and accompanied him to wander in the back garden of the hospital.
Lao Zhao's body was obviously much weaker, he couldn't walk fast, and his body was trembling, but he refused to sit in a wheelchair or crutches, thinking it was embarrassing.
After a while of sunbathing, Lao Zhao stood up from the bench with satisfaction and helped him back with his daughter.
When Lao Zhao left the elevator door, he met Tang Wu who was going through the discharge procedures at the front desk. He stared at him and thought he was dazzled.
Tang...Little Tang?
Tang Wu turned around and recognized Lao Zhao at once, and her eyes lit up: Hey, isn’t this Teacher Zhao? Are you... here?
Zhao Qingyi next to her thought Tang Wu was a student taught by Lao Zhao. After saying hello to her, she explained in a low voice: Sister Tang Wu, my father fell down some time ago and was admitted to the hospital. Later, he was diagnosed with a late stage of brain tumor. Well...
Tang Wu was shocked and looked at Lao Zhao in disbelief: Tian Ah, late stage, Teacher Zhao... Heaven... Why is it so unfair...
Xiao Tang Ah, I am at my age and I am almost indifferent to life and death, it’s okay.
Lao Zhao comforted Tang Wu happily, and she felt even more sad. She helped Lao Zhao back to his ward with Zhao Qingyi.
After Lao Zhao thanked her, he remembered that he forgot to ask: Xiao Tang Ah, are you going through the discharge procedures?
Tang Wu nodded and said softly: My husband had a car accident last week. Fortunately, there was nothing serious. His left leg recovered well and he could be discharged from the hospital today.
At this time, a thin middle-aged man walked in outside the door. After he glanced at Lao Zhao, he said a little surprised: Hey, isn’t this Teacher Zhao? Why are you here in the hospital too?
The middle-aged man in front of him is Lu Di, who is a high school student that Lao Zhao had taught before. Now he has been out and opened an auction company. Later, he met Tang Wu and then married him.
Two years ago, Lao Zhao had a wedding banquet between them, so he was naturally impressed. Now Lao Zhao wants to see Tang Wu, the little girl who suddenly broke into his heart.
Old Zhao said kindly: The teacher came to the hospital for a walk. It’s okay, but you can drive more easily.
Old Zhao obviously didn't want to talk about his condition, so Tang Wu quietly pulled her husband and told him not to continue asking.
Students must follow the teacher’s instructions!
Lu Di laughed: Since the teacher has arrived in the provincial capital, if you have time, why don’t you come to our house to sit there?We live in Yihai Villa in the nearby city.
Zhao Qingyi exclaimed and looked at Lao Zhao: Dad, the house I bought by my brother is in Yihai Villa. He said he will pick you up in a few days.
Lu Di and Tang Wu looked at each other and became happier: Hahaha, that's great. It turns out that we live in the same district Ah, little sister, which building do you have?
Zhao Qingyi blurted out: It is No. 902, Building 6.
Tang Wu's eyes were even more surprised: It's such a coincidence that we are also Building 6, 601.
Building 6 is 902, Building 601... Old Zhao silently muttered the two sets of numbers, and his mind became more and more active.
After chatting with Lao Zhao for a while, Lu Di and Lao Zhao smiled and said: OK, I'll go back and organize a class reunion. At that time, I will definitely welcome the teacher personally.
well……
It was getting late, and Tang Wu walked to Lao Zhao and said softly: Teacher Zhao, then... After you are discharged from the hospital, I will visit you in person. We will not disturb your rest for now. I hope the teacher will be healthy and long-lasting. If there is anything we can help with, please tell us, this is my mobile phone number, Qingyi will give it to you.
Zhao Qingyi took out his cell phone and entered it, nodded and agreed.
After Lao Zhao moved his eyes from that set of phone numbers, he patted Tang Wu's back of his tender hands with a kind face: OK, I'll visit Xiao Tang's house, as long as I don't dislike me, this old man.
Teacher Zhao, I will definitely not, welcome to come often.
After Tang Wu and his wife left, Zhao Qingyi closed the door.
After repeatedly confirming that there was no one outside, she knelt between Lao Zhao's legs, took off her pants, opened her mouth and took Lao Zhao's penis in her mouth.
Child, you are...
The wet pleasure from the penis made Lao Zhao surprised and confused. Why did Zhao Qingyi become proactive? Is it the effect of semen?
Zhao Qingyi raised her head, her face was both cute and innocent: Dad...I just suddenly wanted to eat, okay?
Yes, I'll give it to you all.
Lao Zhao showed another form of love. His hands naturally reached into the crack of his daughter's buttocks, and it became gurgling in a short while.
Woo...father...had hate... Zhao Qingyi was very shy and silently endured his father's caress.
The daughter's shy flattery made Lao Zhao's psychological stimulation even stronger. The glans jumped quickly and strands of semen erupted.
This time, Zhao Qingyi mastered the skills. Not only did he not let a drop of semen flow out, but he also avoided foreign objects coughing and swallowed them all into his stomach.
After eating, she was still reluctantly staying by her side, trying to squeeze out more semen from her glans.
Lao Zhao's desires became more and more aggressive. He was actually no longer satisfied with his daughter's simple verbal service. He wanted to possess his daughter's wet vagina and conquer her whole body and mind.
Thinking of this, he hugged his daughter hideously, pressed her directly under him, pressed her glans against the mouth of his labia, and vowed to pound into his wet vagina.
His crazy state scared Zhao Qingyi. She quickly covered the flower hole with her hands and whispered: Dad, can you please, Qingyi is not ready yet...
The father shouted and pulled back the little reason that Lao Zhao had left. He looked at his daughter with pear blossoms and rainy face, and looked so cute that his heart suddenly became soft. Perhaps he was exhausted and fell to the side.
Zhao Qingyi mistakenly thought something happened to him and shouted anxiously: Dad, Dad!
Old Zhao, who was shaken for a while, turned to look at her and smiled with a relieved smile: Daughter Ah, dad is fine, he is in good health.
After wiped away his tears, Zhao Qingyi hugged him again and murmured: Dad, don’t leave Qingyi…
Seeing that his daughter was obedient, she seemed to be immersed in her semen attack, but she seemed to be a little short of time to be strong, and Lao Zhao didn't want to attack his daughter.
At this moment, another woman appeared in his mind, Murong Yu, the pretty nurse.
Taking advantage of the time when his daughter was feeling guilty, Lao Zhao made a new request: Daughter Ah, there is one thing that dad needs you to do...
After listening carefully, Zhao Qingyi hesitated.
Lao Zhao frowned: What's wrong?
She looked at her father, and there was a trace of struggle in her words: Dad, why should I distribute semen to other women? Isn’t it good to give semen only to my daughter?
Zhao Qingyi's eyes were full of grievance and helplessness. Old Zhao patted his thighs: Good daughter, come, sit in his father's arms.
Zhao Qingyi sat up obediently and took the initiative to hug his neck as if he was leaning against the bird.Lao Zhao's hands were worn through the clothes and bra, and held her tender pigeon breasts, which made the girl blush with a blush.
Daughter Ah, you said you are not ready yet, dad understands and respects you, but I have nowhere to vent my desires. Now the best replacement is Xiaoyu.
After hearing this, Zhao Qingyi realized that it was her own problem and lowered her head: Dad, I'm sorry, my daughter has disappointed you.
Silly daughter, Dad loves you forever. Dad will only use it to vent other girls, and throw it away like a rag. Do you understand? Dad’s love for you is unique.
Well, Qingyi understands.
Zhao Qingyi let her father's hand molested her clothes, and her face was as bright as a peach blossom. She secretly looked at Lao Zhao and said softly: Then... can dad agree to Qingyi that he will no longer look for Sister Xiaoyu after he is discharged from the hospital?
She was afraid that she would not explain clearly, so she continued to add: Qingyi meant that when... after her father was discharged from the hospital, Qingyi would hand over her body to her father. Dad would do whatever he wanted to play with Qingyi, as long as his father's semen was left to Qingyi, okay?
Lao Zhao's throat trembled slightly. He ignored his daughter's concerns and agreed directly: I listen to my daughter!
After all, Murong Yu is just a short physical passerby to Lao Zhao, and the real beauty is all concentrated in Yihai Villa. How could he miss it?
After receiving his father's verbal promise, Zhao Qingyi happily knelt on the ground, grabbed his penis and gently stroked it.
Soon, the semen sprayed from the glans were put in a small bottle, with a total of 70 ml.
It was also the first time that Lao Zhao had observed the color of his semen.
Compared to half a month ago, his semen is thinner and transparent, and the fishy smell becomes very light, so it is almost impossible to smell it without careful smelling it.
Zhao Qingyi secretly drank a little semen on her father's back, but Lao Zhao caught him on the spot: Daddy, after completing the task, will you drink enough? OK?
OK ~
Zhao Qingyi stuck out her tongue embarrassedly and slowly twisted the bottle cap back.
In the afternoon, a conversation between two girls came from outside the ward.
Sister Murong, is it delicious?
Then I'll try it, well, it's quite sweet~
Sister, I still have a whole jar here, all of which are made from homemade local honey in my hometown, you can take it all.
Sister Qingyi, you are so polite.
Sister, this cup is about to be finished now, otherwise it will be cold and will not be good to drink.
OK, thank you~
Old Zhao held his breath and concentrated his mind. He listened to the conversation between the two outside the ward, knowing that his plan had been successfully completed.
No matter how disgusted Murong Yu felt, he avoided him, and probably never expected that Zhao Qingyi would become an accomplice and would poison him in the honey.
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