Chapter 83. Dead Pervert, You Shot so Deep. (h)

Chen Jiashu just stood up from the bath. She turned on the shower and stood naked in front of Chen Du to wash her hair.

She washed her hair in a slightly rough way, grabbing the top of her hair and thwacking it like she was frustrated. She grabbed and combed it from the back of her head to her temples, using her fingers to thwack and soften it quickly. Her waterfall-like hair was lifted, shaking and rinsing it off, washing her face along with the foam that flowed down.

She always washed her hair like this. Her hair was naturally thick and black, the shade of a raven’s feather. When she washed her hair, she would grab a bottle of shampoo and soften it as violently as she could. She didn’t apply face cream or anything like it, but even after washing it in the winter, her face wouldn’t be chapped. Her skin was so fair and soft that water could be pinched out of it. Standing in a crowd of dejected and depressed people 1 灰头土脸: The idiom is “head and face filthy with grime,” meaning covered in dirt or (as I put) dejected and depressed , she looked like a spring onion.

Because her foundation was so good, she could abuse her capital. 2 “Capital” in this case is referring to her great skin. It’s saying that she can afford to treat her skin casually because she was born beautiful with great skin. Thanks to this, it wouldn’t matter if she didn’t take care of it. Anyway, she was beautiful enough to abuse it at will. Chen Du wondered if she would treat him like that as well. Would she rely on his love to abuse him and bully him? In any case, she could do as she pleased; he loved her.

He never knew whether Chen Jiashu would give someone a slap or a date first 3 a slap or a date (a fruit similar to a prune) here refers to an idiom meaning whether she would abuse him first or treat him well he couldn’t tell. He couldn’t guess. It all depended on her mood. She would turn the other cheek whenever she said something[/mfn]She would change her mind[/mfn]. When he tasted a bit of sweetness, it suddenly changed, and he was caught off guard. She smiled and told him it was fake sweetness just now.

What was real?

Chen Jiashu parted her legs and lifted one leg to rest on the edge of the tub, revealing her tender, red, wet, swollen p*ssy. She ruffled her long hair and twisted her head to say to him, “Help me get my towel.”

She washed her lower buddy in front of him. Now, aware of the pain, she became gentle. She wrung the towel until it was half dry and pressed it on carefully, stifling a grunt just as it touched her p*ssy lips. She leaned against the wall, gasping a few times, and then did it again.

The well-f*cked and swollen p*ssy was too sensitive to touch, and her entire body was electrocuted when she touched it. Sharp pain and pleasure welled up together. The towel fibres were too prickly and rough. Her flower hole was too delicate to stand it, so she simply threw it away and directly used her hands to wash.

Chen Du watched Chen Jiashu touch herself in front of him.

It was even in the same position as the first time he had seen her m*sturbate in the bathroom. She was leaning with one hand on the wall, standing on one leg, while her right leg was on the marble surface. Her flower hole was covered with white s*men.

Her face was flushed red and her fair, slender fingers opened her l*bia. The red, lusty lips of her flesh shuddered out and stuck to the remnants of his s*men, which was mixed with the constant flow of water from the shower and fell down in white threads.

Chen Du’s throat went dry as he watched. The day he had caught a glimpse of spring through the doorway, he had been drawn into a world that was completely alien to him. Now, the remaining nine points of beauty were completely in front of him, and he knew he was doomed.

Chen Jiashu looked up at him with her two wet eyelashes open and dark, “Is it nice? Have you seen enough? “

“…….” Chen Du’s lips opened and closed up and down invisibly without making any sound.

The scene in front of him seemed to overlap with that of many days ago. Chen Jiashu was standing in a room full of steam. Her hair was wet on her cheeks, her body was naked, and her flesh was still shuddering with a jumping egg. She looked up at him in the afterglow of pleasure, and her dark pupils, soaked with love, instantly sucked him in. She looked at him, her eyes red from the corners to her cheeks, and said, in a voice that was both fond and irritated, “Have you seen enough?”

She was the same as she had been at the beginning, not changing at all. Both close at hand and far away.

Chen Jiashu cleaned her legs and v*lva. She parted the two bulging pieces of soft flesh with her fingers and inserted her middle finger, digging out the residual s*men inside.

The palm of her hand shuttled back and forth between her clenched legs, and the foreign sensation of her finger’s invasion made her unconsciously clamp her legs. She tilted her head up and bit her lower lip in the instinctive pleasure of her body. A water line dipped in light fell on her chin and neck. Her eyes were extraordinarily dark and shiny, holding a surplus of water, complaining to Chen Du, “Damn pervert! You came so deep that I can’t even dig out. “

Chen Du then used his hand to dig it out for her. His fingers were longer and rougher, and when he pressed on the flesh of her p*ssy lips, it was a different feeling of strength from the rough sensation of the towel. He had a skillful sense of strength in serving Chen Jiashu. Her tender arms wrapped around his neck, her p*ssy twisted tightly around his fingers, and her ass rocked up and down with his movements. It was as if she was riding an obedient horse, collapsing into his arms and squealing.

Finally, she shuddered and leaked out. A huge amount of clear, lustful water mixed with white turbidity gushed out of her honey channel, staining his hand and pants along with it. She moaned in comfort with half-smiling eyes, snapping back, “Shame on you. Your pants crotch is wet like that.” She laughed again, “Let’s see how you’re going to meet people out there.”

“Then I won’t see them.”

Chen Du took off his pants and hung them on the drying rack by the door. He carried Chen Jiashu to the bed, pulled the quilt over the two of them, and covered them with it, turning out the light. He made up his mind that he would have to stay here tonight.