91: Chapter 91 Staying Overnight

Meng Yawen led her boyfriend home with her heart pounding.

Her boyfriend seemed drunk, his behavior and actions bolder than usual; if he lost control, what should she do?

Should she resist, or submit?

If he insisted on forcing it, what would she do then?

To be honest, she was conflicted; she wanted to be closer, yet resisted that final step.

Her resistance to that final step stemmed from a "little movie" she had accidentally seen when she was a child.

That was when she was very young.

She was playing outside and accidentally saw the curtains of a house on the first floor slightly open; out of curiosity, she climbed up to peek.

It was a young man, sneakily playing a mysterious little movie on the big TV screen at home.

She watched it from beginning to end.

The movie was mainly about a male player who went around picking up girls, whispering sweet nothings, but actually just wanted to sleep with them and would throw them away once he got bored.

Because the film was restricted, there were many scenes she didn't understand at the time, only realizing them with a blushing face after she grew up.

It was just the girls' heartbreaking cries at the end that were deeply engraved in her young mind.

She didn't want her future man to be such a person, someone who just coveted her body and then left once he got bored.

"But if it's him, I should be able to trust him, right?"

Unlike his thoughtful little girlfriend, Zhao Xiaoshuai didn't actually think that much, and he didn't even harbor the intention that he must conquer his little girlfriend today.

Of course, if the atmosphere was right, it wouldn't be impossible.

He was just taking advantage of the alcohol to tease her, and by the way, see if he could make some more progress, capture some new territory, and prepare for that final step.

Acceptance is something that is gradual everywhere.

Once you top up 6 yuan, you feel 12 yuan is no big deal, and then it's 98, 328, 648.

The same applies to the various parts of the body.

Although he didn't know why Meng Yawen was so resistant to that matter, he was able to have enough understanding and tolerance.

He could be sure that Meng Yawen didn't have any serious psychological or physiological problems, and that was enough.

Arriving at his little girlfriend's home again, he noticed many small, thoughtful decorations that made the originally magnificent large house feel more girlish.

It was clear she really liked this house, as she had put a lot of effort into redecorating it everywhere.

From the moment he entered, he noticed that this home was already prepared to welcome its master.

Matching couple slippers, matching couple toiletries, matching couple bath towels and robes...

Everything that could be used in daily life, his little girlfriend had prepared a set for him.

Zhao Xiaoshuai didn't stand on ceremony; treating it like his own home, he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom as soon as he entered, took a shower, and brushed his teeth.

A mouth full of the stench of alcohol was a major turn-off; for the sake of the upcoming conquest, he needed to adjust himself to the best possible state.

Meng Yawen, however, thought her boyfriend was a bit sleepy from drinking, and asked, "Are you still going to eat tonight?"

"Let's wait until I'm hungry; we can just order takeout then."

Zhao Xiaoshuai didn't care much about that; food wasn't as good as his girlfriend.

After washing up, he pretended to be sleepy and walked straight to the guest room, "You should wash up too; you still have the smell of hot pot on you."

Looking at her boyfriend who went "honestly" to the guest room to sleep, his little girlfriend didn't think much of it. She sniffed herself, and indeed, there was still some smell, so she went into the bathroom as well.

She hesitated for a moment but still locked the door.

The scene she had imagined, where her boyfriend would try to push the door open only to find it locked, did not occur. Meng Yawen couldn't tell if she felt relieved or disappointed. She dried her hair and walked out wearing only a bathrobe.

As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she was ambushed by Zhao Xiaoshuai, who had been lying in wait, and was hugged tightly from a blind spot.

"Ah, you scared me! Why aren't you asleep?"

Although his little girlfriend was a bit shy, she didn't push him away; the frantic heartbeat felt from Zhao Xiaoshuai's forearm, however, still indicated her inner tension.

Zhao Xiaoshuai leaned against the back of her neck and took a deep breath, "Hmm, the smell has been washed away."

After rubbing against her for a while, his little girlfriend couldn't take it anymore, "You drank too much, go to sleep for a while. I'll wake you up for dinner in the evening."

At this time, the standard universal answer is definitely: "I didn't drink too much; I'm very sober."

Zhao Xiaoshuai was truly very sober. He reached out to the knot at her waist, but was pressed down by his nervous little girlfriend.

"Alright, alright, you didn't drink too much. Then let's sit down and chat for a while."

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoshuai was hugging her from behind. Having often admired those two large, peachy mounds, he only truly understood their value after experiencing them firsthand.

Suppressing his "little guy" that wanted to stand tall, Zhao Xiaoshuai pulled his girlfriend toward the master bedroom.

It wasn't the right time yet; if he scared her off prematurely, wouldn't he really have to go sleep in the guest room?

Once the pressure behind her was gone, Meng Yawen breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately, as she was pulled toward the bedroom by her boyfriend, her heart tightened again.

Walking to the side of the bed, Zhao Xiaoshuai made a move to sit on the edge of the bed, but the moment his little girlfriend lost her center of gravity, he directly laid back and pulled her with him.

The mattress in the new home was the softer type, while Zhao Xiaoshuai generally preferred firmer ones.

But at this moment, this feeling of the two of them embracing and sinking deeply into it didn't seem too bad either.

Looking at his little girlfriend's flushed face close at hand, Zhao Xiaoshuai breathed out, "Is there still the smell of alcohol?"

"There's still a little, but it's very faint... mmm..."

The last time they had water was in the freezing cold, separated by thick down jackets, so he couldn't feel his little girlfriend's invincible figure.

The time before that, when they had just bought the new house, was a bit better, but there were still several layers of clothing in between.

Today was a bit different.

True sincerity might not be the ultimate move, but going commando definitely is.

And the loose bathrobe was simply easy to infiltrate everywhere. Coupled with Zhao Xiaoshuai's masterful Multitasking skill, his little girlfriend's body and mind were a bit overwhelmed.

He didn't leave any part of his body idle.

Because they had just showered, as long as the skin wasn't too bad, it could maintain a satin-like smoothness for a short while.

According to the laws of physics, friction is greatly reduced, so speed increases significantly, and moving up and down would create "whoosh, whoosh" sounds.

At this moment, the first thing that popped into his mind was that classic advertisement line: Dove, enjoy the silkiness.

When he first watched the ad, he remembered complaining, "Can it really be this smooth?"

Facts proved that it really could!

His little girlfriend's abdomen was flat and firm, with just the right amount of abdominal muscle when slightly tensed, carrying a kind of aesthetic full of power.

Hesitating for a moment on that elastic abdomen, between going down or going up, he chose to go up for the sake of safety.