urban fascination

Chapter 688: The joy of driving without a license

Undocumented, Zhihao was speechless, two words were floating in his head, undocumented.

This ghostly Yu'er has something to say, Zhihao thought to himself, it's not simply that he doesn't have a certificate.A pun, alluding to the most critical unlicensed, which is equivalent to driving without a license.

What is it like to drive without a license?Zhihao secretly smiled, and let you experience the fun of driving without a license tonight.

Rouyu said, "It's still early, and when I go home, I'll be harassed by you on the bunk. Take Yu'er out for a walk."

It's quite a humane suggestion. After all, I have lived in this city for nearly a year, and I am about to leave suddenly, nostalgia, nostalgia for no reason.

Zhihao turned the car around and drove on the street again. This was a leisurely drive, not in a hurry, and the scenery on both sides of the street had a panoramic view.

In terms of scenery, there is nothing at all now, except for tall buildings, which are still tall buildings. Maybe you can only see low-rise bungalows in the suburbs, and you can only go there to experience the people's sentiments.

Rouyu didn't ask for it, so Zhihao strolled on the street, like a novice practicing a car, but looking for crowded places.

The evergreen trees in all seasons are still evergreen, but the green luster is different. The dark green in spring and autumn is no longer, and it is slightly yellowed by the severe winter, but the new greenness seems to be quietly brewing.

The lawn is still withered and yellow, maybe in a month or two, it will be full of vitality.Because now, when winter and spring are still in communication, winter has stopped his manic steps, and spring is coming with light steps.

The cold spring is expected to be cold, and it is only in a short transition period. No matter how cold it is, it is still cold in spring. When the remaining snow clears, the spring will come slowly.

The black Audi was still driving leisurely, with a kind of quiet nostalgia, the driver did not exchange, Rou Yu quietly looked out the window, the noisy world outside the window belonged to someone else.

When Zhihao brought Rouyu home, it was already time to hold the lanterns. The sky seemed to be much longer than winter, Zhihao accidentally checked the time, and it was past 7 o'clock.

Rouyu smiled, "You're too hungry to wait?"

Zhihao took off his long coat and said with a smile, "It's okay."

"I'm anxiously watching the time." Rouyu smiled, she was in good spirits and cheerful, and changed into her pajamas, "Don't worry, Yu'er will cook now, it will be ready soon."

During the meal, Rouyu whispered, with a grateful expression, "Thank you, I showed Yu'er all afternoon."

Zhihao nodded slightly and smiled slightly, without saying a word, but with a magnificent humility, old couple, why are you being polite?

After dinner, Zhihao took Rouyu downstairs for a walk again. He lived a very regular life, but he had no work to do, so he seemed very leisurely. , that's more leisurely.

The clothes are bright and the steps are easy. They are either a rich couple, or a young hero who has achieved great success in his youth, walking with his wife on his arm.

This round of detours took place very late, until Zhihao saw the chill on Rouyu's tender red face, and then he took Rouyu home. That time in the suburban county, they hugged each other on the withered lawn, making Jiao Didi's younger sister sick from the cold, and Zhihao felt distressed for a long time.

Now Rouyu is refreshed and has no taboos. The first thing she does when she returns home is to take a hot shower. Even if there is coldness in her body, it will be gone.

The sound of dripping water is a silent temptation for Zhihao. Although Zhihao has seen Rouyu's delicate body before, Zhihao is really curious to appreciate the softness of soft jade in the water, but Zhihao still Sitting quietly on the sofa, she didn't even approach the bathroom door.This is a kind of affection for each other. Since you have decided to take care of her for the rest of your life, there is no need to appreciate all the treasures in one go. Leaving some aftertaste is another kind of novel beauty.

The delicate beauty came out of the bath, wearing clean and comfortable pajamas, when she was sitting beside Zhihao lightly, she exaggeratedly leaned close to Zhihao and smelled it, and said with a smile, "It stinks, you also go to take a shower."

With a very reasonable and equal request, Zhihao laughed and went into the bathroom.

A little bit of self-confidence, Zhihao is quite self-confident.He has no bad habits, so he has a kind of sunshine and cheerfulness, except for the slight sweat after work, which is the so-called masculine breath, and there is no other peculiar smell. Perhaps this kind of smell is also an inexplicable attraction to women, let alone When Rouyu was her younger sister, she once quietly told Zhihao that there was a faint refreshing air about Zhihao, a little bit... which fascinated people.

After Zhihao washed himself comfortably, Rouyu slipped into the pajamas quietly, and Zhihao changed into a comfortable body.

Zhihao hugged Yu'er, who was as delicate as a spring onion, or called a petite woman, or Jiao Didi's younger sister, on the bunk, and hugged each other.

speak.

If you sit and talk, it is far less sweet and triumphant, with passionate intimacy.

It is conceivable that if there is one at the front of the shop and one at the end of the shop, or simply in the living room, one on the sofa and one on a small stool, such a scene would be either the indifference of the couple for many years, or the couple who had a big fight and were speechless. What about the Cold War?

If counted as newlyweds, now is the most intimate and happiest moment. The honeymoon is far from over. Even if there is no novelty, novelty is the beginning, like glue like paint, like sugar like honey.

What they said were all warm and affectionate words, there was no need to compare them to love words, they were more love words than love words, but they were more straightforward, Zhihao didn't have much banter, some were just caring, and some were just loving.

Zhihao's touch was also affectionate, and he didn't blindly move towards places that felt soft to the touch. Maybe even in pajamas on Rouyu's body, there was no place that was not smooth or uncomfortable.hands, gently caressing Rouyu's body, reaching the taboo that the two of them had agreed upon, Zhihao gently walked around, caressing in a tacit understanding.

The fragrance is slowly accumulating. Zhihao doesn’t know whether it’s the attachment to his pajamas or the gradual glow in his delicate body. Zhihao hugs it from time to time to let the sense of smell fully enjoy it. A well-developed sense of smell, who only sniffs the breath of women, is a pervert, even more pervert than a satyr.

The two talked for an unknown amount of time, reminiscing sweetly about the past, and looking forward to the beautiful future, and finally Zhihao began to kiss Rouyu.

A kiss is a signal, a prelude, and a beginning.

Zhihao bit his rosy lips, only parting the gap, Zhihao asked quietly, "Does it feel good to drive without a license?"

The brightest and most delicate flowers are blooming, with a bright red face and a cheerful smile between the brows.Rouyu pursed her red lips, and sighed tenderly, "Not good!"

Zhihao couldn't speak, his fragrance was flowing, his eyes were smiling, he was telling Rouyu, it was also a question: Why is it not good?

Rouyu's eyes were full of tenderness, cheerful and unaffected, "I'm not safe, I'm worried."

So nervous, Zhihao kissed affectionately, speechless.

For a long time, Rouyu opened her lovely eyes, looked at the roof, or looked sideways at Zhihao, Zhihao gently hugged her, and asked with a smile, "Are you still sleeping?"

"Not sleepy, Yuer is very sober."

"I want to sleep in again tomorrow." Zhihao smiled and pinched Rouyu's delicate nose.

"Why aren't you sleepy?" Rouyu asked back.

"If you're not sleepy, I'm not sleepy." Zhihao replied with a smile.

"You." Rouyu laughed, with a moist and delicate red face, "I don't know? The more... what, the more energetic you are."

Zhihao smiled and asked Rouyu, "Aren't you?"

"I'm not." Rouyu hurriedly buried her face in Zhihao's arms, "Yu'er is sleepy, Yu'er wants to sleep..."