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The abnormal changes of Aunt Rong were closely related to her, and Ren Hao naturally felt them.

Ren Hao's brain was congested and his eyes changed a little. He resisted the impulse in his heart, gently lifted a corner of the quilt, raised his eyes and looked at Aunt Rong's face.

The hazy moonlight spread on Aunt Rong's cheeks with resentment. She only saw her eyelashes tremble slightly, and her eyes were blurred with a hint of crazy color. The white jade fingers were subconsciously held in her mouth, and from time to time, she used a soft and round fragrant tongue to circulate her fingertips. A strand of saliva even slipped down, passing through the tip of the tongue, fingers, and forearms, dripping down to the already wet white bed sheets and slowly seeping into it.

"Qirong, what's wrong with your fingers?"

"I've pricked... Huh... I'll bite... Well... it." There was a bit of incoherence intermittently.

The two suspenders in the silk nightgown had fallen off to the top of his arms at some point. Ren Hao clearly saw Aunt Rong's round shoulders that kept twisting, and a crystal clear feeling.

Fan Qirong also noticed the little eyes that were poking out from the sheet, and complained, and hurriedly glared at him with panting, asking him to retract his head.

Ren Hao reluctantly pulled back his gaze, buried it in the quilt, and then lifted the corner of the quilt on the left to get some breath. Who would have thought that he could see some unsuitable shots here.

Aunt Rong stretched out her smooth right hand on the bed, sometimes holding the sheet tightly, sometimes relaxing and lazily there, sometimes supporting her index finger on the bed, making some strange and complex subtle movements. Ren Hao observed that these seemed to be done unconsciously by Aunt Rong.

He reached out his hand and poked Aunt Rong's wrist with a little curious feeling. He saw that the jade hand stopped abruptly. After pausing for two seconds, Fang carefully retreated under the quilt.

Ren Hao seemed to understand something, his heart beat faster.

The saliva seemed to be flowing continuously, stimulating the tense nerves of the man and the woman. Sweat and saliva coated Aunt Rong's mature plump body with a thin coat.

"Sister, you are tired, hurry up and go to bed. I'll go home first." Zhuo Yuqin looked at the bright sky, then stood up and said goodbye: "Oh, this child is not back at five o'clock..."

"Sister, you... walk slowly, I won't... give it to you." Fan Qirong's vague voice floated over.

"Well, don't have to come out." Zhuo Yuqin pushed the door out with concern.

bump.

The moment the door was closed, the two men under the quilt breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ren Hao blushed and his heartbeat quickly came out of the quilt, and a feeling of rebirth surged into his heart. At this time, his suppressed and nervous mood was relieved. He imagined his mother's appearance when she found that she was naked with Aunt Rong. Ren Hao couldn't help but feel scared.

Very dangerous...

"I'll call my elder sister to report her safety later, so she can save her from worrying about it."

As Aunt Rong said, she slowly stood up expressionlessly, dragged her still trembling female body to the desk opposite, and silently picked up a novel, as if nothing had happened.

The two fallen shoulder straps were also quietly restored to their positions by her.

Ren Hao glanced at Aunt Rong timidly, and quickly called the house, saying that he would go to Jiang Wei's house after eating the mutton skewers, so that they could go to work with peace of mind and not worry.

My mother naturally scolded him in a pissy manner.

Putting down Aunt Rong's cell phone, Ren Hao was nervous and did not dare to speak. He was really worried that he would be in trouble and anger Aunt Rong.

After not long after being silent, Ren Hao finally couldn't help but say: "Aunt Rong, are you okay?"

Fan Qirong said "um" lightly, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry in her tone.

Ren Hao wrapped himself in a hurry on the quilt, half-sitted up and looked at her innocently: "I'm sorry, Aunt Rong, I, I'm causing you trouble again, I'm sorry..."

Aunt Rong gently said "Yes" in her throat, but she still didn't say anything.

Ren Hao couldn't sit still anymore. He knew that the reason why Aunt Rong was so cold should be related to the last saliva incident, otherwise he had not done anything out of the way, and all of them were in a passive state.

"Don't be angry, listen to my explanation. Well, I didn't spit out that little drool on purpose. Think about it, my mother was right next to me, and she would definitely hear it when she swallowed. If she didn't swallow, she would choke me immediately. Then I'll leak the filling. So, I have no choice. Aunt Rong, don't be angry, okay? I apologize to you. Or, you can beat me up?" Ren Hao thought that he was sixteen years old now, so he fully utilized the advantages of a child and pretended to be pitiful.

Fan Qirong frowned her thin brows and slowly looked at Ren Hao. Looking at his pitiful, crying look, his heart softened for some reason, and sighed with a little resentment. Aunt Rong turned around and walked back to the bed, regaining her gentle tone: "You are a big man, don't cry with Auntie. Oh, Auntie didn't blame you, you thought too much."

Ren Hao's expression changed very quickly. He scratched his head while chuckling. Looking at Aunt Rong's pretty face sinking again, he uh and blinked his eyes pitifully again.

"Silly." Ren Hao amused Fan Qirong. She covered her mouth and smirked, and patted his head with one hand habitually, very gentle. "This is a coincidence today. You are not allowed to tell others after you go back. Wei Zi should not tell him, do you remember what aunt said?"

"Remember." Ren Hao nodded obediently, "You can change your clothes quickly, they are all wet." Ren Hao was kind-hearted, but after saying this, he regretted it again.

The wet nightgown was tightly pressed against Aunt Rong's body, sticky and even outlined her plump outline well, with shadows and almost transparent. A hint of redness spread across Fan Qirong's face, and she quickly covered her chest with her arms.

The atmosphere is a bit ambiguous.

Ren Hao touched his hot cheeks and quickly changed the topic, "The bed sheets and quilts are wet. I can't go home now, so I'll take them down and wash them." To be safe, he thought that he would have to wait at least until his parents went to work before they could go home.

"Okay." Aunt Rong nodded hesitantly: "But you don't need to wash it, just help me pull it off." She bent down and picked up the quilt and helped Ren Hao do it together.

The bedding sheets, pillowcases, towels and quilts, and several wet bedding items were stripped out one by one by two people, and temporarily piled up at the end of the bed.

The bed sheet was pulled by Ren Hao. During the pulling process, he suddenly felt that the center of the sheet was in the middle of the sheet, and the touch was very wrong. Ren Hao looked at it in confusion. A ball of wet and thick crystal liquid was printed there, as if it was much sticky than his saliva. Ren Hao stretched out his fingertips and touched it, it was smooth and greasy, crystal clear...

What's this thing?

Aunt Rong's face turned red: "Don't touch that!"

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Chapter completed!