Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 538: Anyway, You’ll Have to Take it Off

Chapter 538: Chapter 538: Anyway, You’ll Have to Take it Off

An Hao naturally wouldn’t forget what she had promised.

"Wait a moment, I’ll change my clothes first," An Hao said as she bent over to take a pink nightgown out of her suitcase.

Just as she was about to change, she saw Qin Jian sitting there, his intense gaze fixed on her, which made An Hao’s face turn red. "Turn your head away," she commanded.

Qin Jian laughed. "Which part of your body haven’t I seen?"

"That’s not the point," An Hao retorted with a pout. "It feels like I’m being watched by a wolf when you stare at me like that."

"Fine. I won’t look," Qin Jian said as he turned away.

An Hao glanced at him, then took off her dress and underwear. She had just finished her bath and had been wanting to change clothes for a while.

Just as An Hao picked up the nightgown and was about to change into it, a pair of scorching hands embraced her from behind.

"Hey, aren’t you being shameless?" she protested.

"You’ll have to take it off anyway," Qin Jian remarked, as he lifted his hand to remove his own shirt, revealing his honey-colored skin, firm and strong. His body against An Hao’s pure and exquisite form created a unique kind of beauty.

"But still you can’t..." Before An Hao could finish her sentence, she felt his fervent kisses descend like a storm.

Dry wood had met a blazing fire!

With a loud bang, it ignited and burned more and more intensely.

The night had grown deep.

In Qin Jian’s room, where the battle of passion was in full swing, Feng Chunhua finished washing her husband Yang Dahe’s feet and went to the water room to pour out the water. On her way past Qin Jian’s dormitory, she heard noises coming from inside.

The dormitory’s soundproofing was quite good, but Feng Chunhua’s ears were sharp. As she passed by, she heard An Hao’s moans seeping through the door.

At first, she grimaced, thinking Qin Jian was beating An Hao.

She leaned closer, pressing her ear against the door, and then she realized the couple was in the throes of wild passion.

"Mmm... Ah... Uhh..." An Hao’s cries were not loud, as if she was trying hard to hold back, but to Feng Chunhua they sounded incredibly enticing.

It made her own heart itch with desire.

All day long, she and her husband hardly saw each other, not to mention doing ’that’.

Every time they were together, it was like he was merely completing a task; he was satisfied and that was that, with no consideration for her own feelings.

Feng Chunhua stood outside listening for a while, then carefully tiptoed back to her own place.

Upon opening the door, she saw Yang Dahe had already taken off his clothes, revealing his solid muscles, which made her heart pound.

Their son Yang Erxiu was already asleep. She placed the basin on the ground and climbed into bed as well.

"Hey, Dahe, I have something to tell you."

"We can talk about it tomorrow, let’s go to sleep," Yang Dahe replied as he went to turn off the light.

"This has to be talked about now," Feng Chunhua insisted, holding him back.

Seeing his wife’s stubbornness flare up again, Yang Dahe let her have her way, "Speak up, but make it quick."

"Yang Dahe, let’s make love," Feng Chunhua said directly.

Yang Dahe, seeing her strip naked, knew what she was getting at. He wasn’t interested at first, but fearing she would cause a scene in the dormitory if he didn’t agree, and that wouldn’t be good, he reluctantly consented.

"Alright. Lie down," he said, and turned off the light.