In the early morning, the water-like morning light spread in the sky, driving away the haze all over the sky. The room was silent, and only the clock hanging in the living room was ringing continuously. Ye Xiaolei trembled her eyelashes and woke up reluctantly from her sleep. Last night, she had a dream in a trance, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago. Her husband chased Meier, who was five or six years old, and she stood by her shoulders, staring at this warm scene with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I dreamed of showing off my head." Ye Xiaolei sighed softly, and her thoughts remained in the happy days of the past. Countless broken fragments flowed through her mind like flowing water, until the last horrifying scene. She suddenly turned over and sat up, covered her mouth with her hands, and tears sucked down, soaking her fingers, slowly sagging, wetting her silky nightgown.

After a long time, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears, sighed gently, tidied her hair, pulled open the pink curtains, letting the light outside shine in, and quietly got off the ground. Standing in front of the window and pondered for a long time, she turned around, gently pushed open the bedroom door, walked towards the bathroom, and came to the sofa in the living room. She suddenly stopped and turned to look, but was surprised to find that Wang Siyu was bare-shaped, with her back to herself, holding a corner of the sofa with both hands, sleeping soundly, and a snoring sound came from the sofa. The blanket covered by his body had fallen off, and only a white bath towel was placed on his waist, and most of his butt was exposed outside.

Ye Xiaolei covered her lips and smiled sweetly. She walked around the coffee table with light steps, tiptoed over, squatted in the narrow space, and reached out to pick up the blanket. At this moment, Wang Siyu let out a "gurgle" sound in his throat, and turned over gently. A bath towel fell down, which happened to fall to her hand, and a thick thigh actually rested on her shoulders.

Ye Xiaolei subconsciously looked up, but suddenly found that ******* was standing upright. She was stunned. With her pretty face flushed, she quickly closed her eyes, held her breath, and did not dare to move. After a long time, she gently put the thigh back, picked up the blanket, slowly covered Wang Siyu's body, and fled into the bathroom in panic until the door was locked. She still jumped "plopped" and "plopped" in her heart, and she didn't come back for a while.

After washing up, she put the toothbrush into the glass. Ye Xiaolei realized that a layer of cold sweat had appeared on her body. The white silk nightgown was sticky to her back. She felt very uncomfortable. She took off her nightgown and hung it on the hanger on tiptoe. She returned to the mirror and looked at her pretty face that was not covered with pink eyebrows, her beautiful eyes, her delicate thin lips, and her graceful waist. She couldn't help but smile. She put on the shower cap and turned on the faucet. The warm water line poured down in an instant, wrapping her whole body.

A few minutes later, Ye Xiaolei closed her eyes and wiped her soft body, evenly applied the bath liquid to her smooth body. White foam appeared between her fingers, but the moment of enthusiasm and heartbeat flashed suddenly in front of her. In a trance, she felt uneasy. The situation was so nervous that she woke up at that moment. If Wang Siyu woke up at that moment, it would be too embarrassing. Thinking of this, she let out a sigh of relief and felt relieved. She shook her head gently, smiled, and whispered: "What an energetic young man!"

At this time, on the sofa in the living room, Wang Siyu slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand from the blanket, touched the cigarette box on the coffee table, skillfully popped out a Great China, held it in his mouth, touched it on the sofa for a long time, and finally found the lighter, lit the fire with a "bang", frowned and took a sip, and slowly spit out a wisp of smoke. In the faint smoke, he was extremely upset, why was this delicate beauty Meier's mother?

It was really fatal. Although the moment just now was caused by accident, the delicate and thin lips were less than three centimeters away from somewhere in his body. If he had moved his hips slightly forward at that moment, it would be unimaginable. What a erotic scene would appear at that time. In addition to his mood, Wang Siyu frowned and sucked a few puffs of cigarettes. He couldn't help but stamp his feet and beat his chest, and was very upset.

While he was depressed, a pretty exclaim came from the bathroom, followed by a dull sound of "puzzle". Wang Siyu jumped up from the sofa like a spring, touched the towel and wrapped it around his waist, stood in front of the bathroom door with a cigarette in his mouth, knocked on the door, "Auntie Xiaolei, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

"Oh, oh!"

There was an intermittent moan and a pain in the sound. Wang Siyu was extremely nervous immediately and hurriedly reached out to push the door. The solid wooden door was very solid. No matter how hard he tried, it would not move at all. He slammed the cigarette butt, threw it in the ashtray, took a few steps back, and hit it violently, one, two, three...

Finally, in the violent impact, the beige solid wood door made a "click" sound, and the door opened. The next moment, Wang Siyu looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. A beautiful body appeared on the ground in the bathroom. In a small pool of water, Ye Xiaolei was naked and struggling to sit up. She was wearing a slipper on her left foot, but her right foot was naked. The slippers had already flown into the bathtub. Ye Xiaolei was still holding the snow-white nightgown in her hand, and most of the nightgown was soaked.

The moment Wang Siyu broke into the door, Ye Xiaolei put her nightgown weakly between her waist and abdomen, covering the important part. At the same time, her hands hurriedly covered her chest, but her plump breasts still couldn't cover it. The sudden spring light overflowed between her fingers, trembling slightly.

Wang Siyu had no time to appreciate this moving beauty. He was most worried that Ye Xiaolei would be seriously injured. After a few seconds of stagnation, Wang Siyu rushed over and squatted beside Ye Xiaolei, moved his face slightly to the left, looked at the shaking clothes hanger on the wall, and asked anxiously: "Auntie Xiaolei, how do you feel now? Is it hurting a lot?"

Ye Xiaolei frowned, and an extremely painful expression appeared on her face. She urged in a low voice: "Xiaoyu, close your eyes quickly and help me up. Oh, it hurts so much..."

Wang Siyu closed his eyes very obediently, stretched out his hands, and picked up the delicate and fragrant body without saying a word, but he didn't want to get a little frigid. The palm of his right hand happened to touch the pain behind Ye Xiaolei. She suddenly let out a scream from her mouth, and her hands suddenly climbed on Wang Siyu's neck, scratched it a few times, and her delicate body trembled. Their front chests were squeezed tightly together without realizing it. Just as the skin was connected, a hot warm current penetrated the chest and instantly passed through his whole body. Wang Siyu only felt his heart was cleansed and he couldn't help himself. He took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, moved his palms up, walked out of the bedroom quickly, carefully placed Ye Xiaolei on the sofa, wrapped her body with a blanket, and whispered: "Auntie Xiaolei, do you feel better?"

Ye Xiaolei moaned a few times in pain, frowned and explained: "When I just took my clothes, I accidentally slipped. My back seemed to hit the toilet. I felt like my whole body was disintegrated. After trying it a few times, I just couldn't get up, and my back hurts so much."

Wang Siyu was secretly surprised, feeling a little confused, and hurriedly whispered: "Auntie Xiaolei, try to turn over."

Ye Xiaolei nodded gently, turned her head hard, her lips trembled slightly, after a while, she finally turned over and lay on the sofa, holding the sofa cushion with both hands, and a sad expression appeared on the beautiful oval's face. A layer of mist had condensed in her water eyes, and she was about to cry.

Seeing her turning over with difficulty, Wang Siyu's nervous mood was slightly relieved. According to his past experience, as long as he could turn over, it would mean that the bone was not broken, at most it was just a skin trauma, and it should be no major damage. To be safe, he should have carefully checked. He squatted beside the sofa, slowly lifted the scarlet blanket, frowned, but found that there were a few more purple bruises on Ye Xiaolei's smooth and white back. Wang Siyu hurriedly reached out and gently pressed a certain purple area the size of a copper coin on her waist. Ye Xiaolei couldn't help but feel pain in her heart. Suddenly, he raised his snow-white neck, and let out a sad cry in his mouth, and said in a hurry: "Ah, Xiaoyu, don't touch there..."

Wang Siyu looked solemn, frowned, and whispered: "It's a serious fall. There are a few places where blood stasis has appeared. Aunt Xiaolei, don't move, I'll get the medicine now."

Ye Xiaolei gritted her teeth, nodded gently, closed her eyes, and lay obediently on the sofa, motionless.

Wang Siyu took out safflower oil from the study, returned to the sofa, sat next to Ye Xiaolei, opened the bottle cap, poured the reddish-brown liquid into his palm, slowly applied it to the bruises on Ye Xiaolei's back, and gently stroked it. The palm was smooth and soft, and it was full of elasticity, which made him feel a little distracted and filled with thoughts.

Accompanied by Ye Xiaolei's high and low cry, Wang Siyu's fingers moved on her back lightly or heavily. Ye Xiaolei shook his body tremblingly and kept crying in pain: "Oh, it's no longer possible, aunt is in pain, Xiaoyu, be gentle, be gentle, be whisper..."

Wang Siyu's subordinates kept moving and whispered in a low voice: "Auntie Xiaolei, hold on, it'll be fine for a while, hold on, it's soon, it'll be fine soon..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, it's really not possible!" Ye Xiaolei was in unbearable pain, and her teeth hit her up and down, constantly shaking her body without cooperating.

"Hold on, don't shout, don't move!"

In a state of distraction, Wang Siyu became angry for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his left hand and slapped her snow-white buttocks hard. With a crisp sound of "bang!", a pink color suddenly appeared on Ye Xiaolei's right buttocks. After the pink faded, a clear palm print was left.

The room suddenly became quiet. Ye Xiaolei had tears in her eyes, but she bit her lips tightly, without saying a word, and her body relaxed, not as nervous as before.

Wang Siyu couldn't help scratching his head awkwardly and said softly: "Auntie Xiaolei, don't move."

Ye Xiaolei nodded silently, buried her face in the sofa, and shook her shoulders gently, as if she was sobbing silently.

Wang Siyu sighed and continued to press it. After seven or eight minutes of massage, Ye Xiaolei's pain gradually subsided, but his body became hot, his lips were like red charcoal fire, as red as blood. Wang Siyu's fingers whirled past her back skillfully and gently, like the breeze teasing the water surface, rippling circles of ripples, and her body gradually became soft. She lowered her head, letting her long hair hang onto the floor, staring at the slowly swaying black hair in silence. After a long time, she finally let out a gentle breath and said embarrassingly: "Xiaoyu, it's much better, don't press it anymore."

Wang Siyu didn't say anything, nor did he stop. He tapped his fingertips, but his eyes slid from her narrow waist, stopping on the perky buttocks, and his breathing gradually became heavier. After hesitating for a while, his fingers finally slid over, rubbing and pinching them gently.

Ye Xiaolei's body suddenly shook, and a strange expression appeared on her beautiful oval's face. Her pretty face turned red and her ears were red. She didn't dare to look back, so she had to say, "That... Xiaoyu, it doesn't hurt at all, so there is no need to press it."

Wang Siyu shook his head, swallowed, and whispered: "Why doesn't it hurt? The attack just now is too heavy and it's already swollen."

Ye Xiaolei whimpered, and her cheeks became hot. She hurriedly reached out and gently held Wang Siyu's wrist and said softly: "It really doesn't hurt anymore. Xiaoyu, you go out first and let the aunt lie quietly for a while."

Wang Siyu sighed regretfully, scratched the void with his right hand weakly, and then said with a smile: "Okay, Aunt Xiaolei, you have a rest first. I'll go out for a walk. It will hurt a lot later. I'll take you to the hospital for examination."
Chapter completed!