Chapter 1412: Making the bed

Indoors.

Around nine o'clock.

The footsteps of the old lady stopped not far behind the sofa. Dong Xuebing and Jiang Fangfang were close, almost touching mouths, embracing each other affectionately.

Thirty seconds…

One minute…

Two minutes…

The old lady still hadn't spoken.

After all, the two had just pretended not to hear the footsteps, so when they saw that Jiang's mother remained silent and made no special sound, Dong Xuebing and Jiang Fangfang couldn't suddenly pretend to turn around and discover Jiang's mother. That would be a bit fake. So, they continued to keep their mouths closed, pretending to be affectionate. It had been quite a while since they last kissed. Jiang Fangfang had just wiped her mouth, and now her lips were somewhat dry. Only the area captured by Dong Xuebing's lips was slightly moist. The rest had not been touched by saliva because Jiang Fangfang had warned Dong Xuebing not to stick out his tongue. This kiss was a bit dry but still made Dong Xuebing's heart race.

It felt really good.

I wish I could kiss for a few more hours.

However, faint footsteps suddenly came from behind in the second minute, gradually fading away. They also heard the sound of the balcony door opening and closing again.

The old lady left.

She quietly returned to the balcony.

Dong Xuebing pretended not to hear, still holding Sister Jiang's lower lip in his mouth. The plump feeling on his lips was satisfying, and he hadn't had enough.

However, Jiang Fangfang's head remained still, and she opened her eyes, silently watching Dong Xuebing.

Dong Xuebing had been squinting at her. Looking at her expression, he felt a bit embarrassed to continue kissing. He cleared his throat and looked back, "Your mother left?"

"Yeah, she went to the balcony."

"Well, then, I guess that's enough."

"My mom should believe it."

"Cough, that's good, that's good."

"Let's watch TV."

"Sure, it's up to you. Anything is fine."

Jiang Fangfang bent down and stood up. She went to turn on the TV, selected a channel, then turned back and sat down on the sofa. Leaning back, she crossed one leg over the other, with only one leg wrapped in red winter pants resting on the other. The curve of the thigh that peeked out from the winter pants made Dong Xuebing unconsciously look a few more times. Seeing her hand placed flat on the leg of the winter pants, Dong Xuebing reached out and, without touching or moving down, placed his hand above Jiang Fangfang's palm, hovering in the air.

"Is it okay?" Dong Xuebing asked.

Jiang Fangfang glanced at the balcony, "It's fine."

"Well, then, pardon me." Dong Xuebing feigned politeness, then touched the back of Jiang Fangfang's hand, feeling her soft little hand.

Jiang's mother was at home.

Dong Xuebing also had a reason to take advantage.

Hand in hand, at first, Dong Xuebing didn't move much, just held her hand loosely. However, as they watched TV, Dong Xuebing's grip gradually tightened. He held Jiang Fangfang's hand, and after a few minutes, both palms had sweated. Dong Xuebing loosened his grip, changed his posture, and interlocked his fingers with Jiang Fangfang's, holding her hand. Jiang Fangfang continued to watch the TV screen, gently squeezing his hand in return.

Because footsteps approached.

Jiang's mother came out from the balcony.

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it went from daytime to nighttime.

Because Dong Xuebing couldn't come every day to make Jiang's mother completely believe, almost all day, Dong Xuebing and Jiang Fangfang were holding hands, with little time apart. Jiang Fangfang also showed a similar attitude, occasionally holding Dong Xuebing's hand and being affectionate.

In the evening.

After dinner.

After quickly washing the dishes, they sat at the table and chatted.

"Xiaotao, are you full?"

"I'm full, Mom. I'm stuffed."

"Hehe, as long as you're full, look how thin you've become. You weren't this thin before."

Dong Xuebing looked at his watch, "It's not early, Mom. I'll go back now. There are some work matters I need to attend to. I'll come and see you another day."

Jiang's mother pursed her lips, "How about staying overnight tonight? Spend another day here."

Jiang Fangfang, next to her, said, "Tomorrow is a workday, and he has to be busy."

Dong Xuebing smiled, "Yes, Mom, I won't stop coming in the future."

"Alright, alright, then be safe on your way. Fangfang, accompany your man back, or let your driver come over." Jiang's mother was very concerned, wanting to arrange everything.

Jiang Fangfang stood up and said, "He drove here. I'll accompany him downstairs."

Dong Xuebing looked at her, "You stay with my mom. There's no need to come out."

Jiang's mother smiled, "There's nothing here; no need to accompany. I think it would be nice if you two went home together."

"The housekeeper can't come today. She'll be here tomorrow morning. I'm not at ease with you alone at home. I'll leave tomorrow." Jiang Fangfang was still in her homey attire, wearing the same winter pants all day. She looked at Dong Xuebing, reached out, and straightened his collar like a wife, "You go back first. It's getting dark soon, and water might accumulate on the road. Be careful when driving. I'll come back on Monday."

Dong Xuebing felt somewhat strange, "Alright."

"Oh, by the way." The old lady suddenly pointed to a cabinet in the living room, "Xiaotao, take Fangfang's clothes and luggage back for her."

Jiang Fangfang turned her head, "I'll do it myself tomorrow. It's not packed yet."

"Don't wait, pack it now." Jiang's mother said, "Tomorrow, you'll be working. You can't take your luggage to the office. It's troublesome. This is a good opportunity for Xiaotao to return it to your place, so you won't have to carry it back after work tomorrow."

Dong Xuebing said, "Yes, I'll take it for you. Is there much?"

Jiang's mother went to open the cabinet door, "Not much, just some clothes and socks."

Jiang Fangfang and Dong Xuebing followed. Dong Xuebing didn't move forward much, and Jiang Fangfang paused slightly. She took the initiative to help her mother tidy up.

"Is this yours?"

"Yes, it's mine."

"Take the warm autumn clothes as well."

"Leave it. I can't wear it now."

"Then take it home. If you leave it here, I'll find it messy. It's perfect that Xiaotao is going back to your place. It saves you from bringing it back after work tomorrow."

"Pack it."

"Okay, I'll pack it."

Dong Xuebing took the items the old lady and Sister Jiang handed over. A pair of black high heels, two pairs of light-colored pantyhose, one pair of dark-colored short stockings, a set of freshly dried white underwear and pants, two shirts, a pair of autumn pants, and a pair of dress pants. There weren't many items, but there were quite a few, and many were sensitive women's clothing. Initially, Sister Jiang wanted to bend down and pack her underwear herself, but when she was about to do so, her mother called her, asking if she needed shoe insoles. Sister Jiang paused, and Dong Xuebing took over, helping her pack. After Jiang Fangfang finished her mother's words, she glanced at Dong Xuebing and said nothing. Later, she handed him the stockings and an unopened pack of sanitary pads, and it was the first time Dong Xuebing saw what brand Sister Jiang used. It was a brand he hadn't heard of.

One item after another.

Dong Xuebing packed them all for Sister Jiang.

After finishing these, Jiang's mother also insisted on giving Dong Xuebing half a bag of apples and a jar of honey from the kitchen, insisting they take it home to enjoy later.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Alright, go back."

"Uh, if you need anything, call me."

"What could happen? Just visit me when you have time."

"Rest assured, we will. Well, I'm leaving. Goodbye, Mom, remember to drink the milk I bought for you." Dong Xuebing waved goodbye to the old lady, picked up the not-so-heavy suitcase, and then looked at Jiang Fangfang. "Don't come out."

Jiang Fangfang nodded, "Drive slowly."

Dong Xuebing said, "Okay," then turned and left. When he reached the stairs on the second floor, he still heard Jiang's mother's voice coming from above, reminding him to drink honey water every morning and evening, saying it was good for the body. Dong Xuebing quickly responded to the voice from the hallway above and then heard the door close.

Downstairs.

It rained heavily yesterday, and the Land Rover was cleaned thoroughly.

Glancing at the sunset on the horizon, Dong Xuebing opened the car door, threw the suitcase in the back, started the car, lit a cigarette, and took a long breath. His task was complete. Finally, he helped Sister Jiang pass this hurdle. Ah, it was truly a magical day from yesterday to today. Dong Xuebing sighed a few times as he drove, lifted his hand to smell it, and it seemed to still carry the scent of Sister Jiang's hands and legs.

Eight o'clock.

The sky had turned dark.

At the County Party Committee Family Compound, Dong Xuebing carried the suitcase upstairs. Since he didn't have the key to Sister Jiang's home, the luggage could only be temporarily left at his place.

Inside the room.

Dong Xuebing opened the light with a smack, sat on the sofa somewhat tiredly, unlocked the suitcase, and took out the apples and honey. He threw the suitcase into the corner of his bedroom and placed the honey on the refrigerator. After washing an apple, Dong Xuebing lay on the bed in the bedroom, munching.

Feeling a bit tired.

Maybe he should sleep early tonight.

Dong Xuebing briefly washed up and then crawled into bed.

However, half an hour passed, and Dong Xuebing's mind was still filled with the softness of Sister Jiang's body and lips. He couldn't calm down. Sniffed his palms, and the scent of Sister Jiang was gone; he had washed it off while cleaning up. Annoyed, Dong Xuebing tossed and turned a few times. His nose had no smell, and his mind wasn't at peace.

Oh, right.

Sister Jiang's suitcase.

Dong Xuebing remembered, cleared his throat, got out of bed, and flipped open the suitcase. Glancing inside Sister Jiang's stockings and underwear, he took them all out. When he puts them back tomorrow, Jiang Fangfang probably won't notice. So, Dong Xuebing placed a pair of stockings and white underwear and pants on the bedside table, put another pair at the foot of the bed, and rolled up the autumn clothes and pants next to his pillow.

Although the clothes were washed, they still carried Sister Jiang's scent.

A sweet and fragrant aroma.

Dong Xuebing's mind calmed down, and he quickly fell asleep contentedly.