Rural Shennong

Chen Ping covered his forehead with a wry smile.

At this point in time, there is no way to go back to the village without a tricycle.

Moreover, Widow Miao's clothes were torn just now, so they couldn't walk back to the village like this.

In desperation, Chen Ping took Widow Miao to find a hotel and prepared to spend the night.

"What? You said there is only one room in the hotel now?"

"That's right! Today is Qixi Festival, and you won't have any room anywhere except us."

Listening to the hotel owner's words, Chen Ping's expression gradually became unnatural.

He glanced at Widow Miao next to him with a guilty conscience, and said with some embarrassment:

"Sister Miao, there's only one room here, why don't we change to another hotel?"

Widow Miao shook her head:

"Didn't you hear the boss say that today is Qixi Festival? There are no rooms outside, so we'll just make do with it for the night."

Hearing this, Chen Ping took a breath.

He looked at Widow Miao's faintly exposed big white legs, and when he thought about sleeping in the same bed with her later, he couldn't help thinking about it.

Seeing that Chen Ping remained silent for a long time, the hotel owner couldn't help urging him.

"Hey! Can't you live?"

Hearing this, Chen Ping gritted his teeth.

"live!"

After opening the room, Chen Ping and Widow Miao took the elevator to the room.

As soon as he entered the room, Chen Ping's face immediately became embarrassed.

Because of Qixi Festival, the room was decorated very ambiguously.

The pink light makes the atmosphere of the room very hazy.

On the white bed sheet, there is a large bouquet of roses that symbolize love.

There are several heart-shaped balloons hanging on the bedside, and tt and other items are also placed in the most conspicuous places.

Seeing this scene, even a young woman like Widow Miao couldn't help but blush.

They are rural people, where have they seen such an ambiguous scene.

Chen Ping stopped at the door of the room in embarrassment, "Sister Miao, your clothes are torn, I'll buy you some clothes to change, you go in first!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Widow Miao to answer, Chen Ping ran out quickly.

Widow Miao couldn't help giggling when she saw Chen Ping running away.

She looked at the direction in which Chen Ping ran away, and said in a low voice:

"Ping, how can I repay you for helping me so much?"

……

Chen Ping wandered outside for a full hour before returning to the hotel with his clothes.

Walking to the door of the room, he touched his pocket, and found that he did not bring his room card.

So he knocked lightly on the door of the room.

Boom!

As soon as he knocked on the door, a vigilant voice came from inside.

"Who?"

Chen Ping immediately replied:

"it's me!"

Click!

In the next second, the door was opened.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ping felt a gust of fragrant wind hit, and Widow Miao stood in front of the door wearing only a bath towel.

On the exposed skin, there are still drops of water that haven't been wiped off.

It looks like he just took a shower.

Seeing Chen Ping's sweaty face, Widow Miao couldn't help asking:

"Why have you been here for so long?"

While speaking, she also took the bag from Chen Ping's hand.

Looking at the widow Miao who looked even more coquettish because she just took a bath, Chen Ping's heart began to speed up again.

"There are no clothes sellers around here. I walked a long way to buy them."

"Look at your sweaty body, go take a shower. Put your clothes there, and I'll wash them for you later."

Chen Ping quickly shook his head, "No need, I'll wash it myself later!"

Seeing this, Widow Miao gave Chen Ping a reproachful look, and said with a smile:

"Why are you and sister so polite? You helped me so much today. What's wrong with me washing your clothes?"

Seeing Widow Miao's insistence, Chen Ping could only nod his head.

He had been walking outside for so long just now, and he was sweating all over.

Now that the air conditioner is blowing again, the sweat has dried on my body, making it sticky and uncomfortable.

Definitely need a good wash.

Chen Ping walked into the bathroom and took off all his clothes.

At this time, Chen Ping's mind was full of the appearance of Widow Miao wearing a bath towel just now.

As a fresh-blooded young man, Chen Ping reacted quickly.

He wanted to use Wuzhi girl to help him solve it, but when he thought that Widow Miao was outside, he forcibly held back the thought.

It would be embarrassing to be heard later...

Turning on the cold water faucet, the cold tap water drenched his body, and the beautiful scene in Chen Ping's heart dissipated.

After taking a shower, walk out of the bathroom.

Chen Ping saw at a glance that Widow Miao was lying on the bed watching TV in a very attractive posture.

A pair of white thighs were facing Chen Ping's direction.

Seeing Chen Ping coming out, Widow Miao turned around unintentionally, and the scenery inside was completely exposed to Chen Ping's eyes.

Um!

Chen Ping's breathing suddenly sank.

At this moment, Widow Miao seemed to realize that Chen Ping had come out.

"It's finished, I'll go wash your clothes!"

Hearing this, Chen Ping quickly shook his head.

"No, it won't dry tomorrow after washing."

This hotel also doesn't have a place to dry clothes. After the clothes are washed, he will have nothing to wear tomorrow.

Hearing this, Widow Miao also nodded.

"It's true, let's forget it."

As soon as Chen Ping lay down, he saw Widow Miao walking over with her waist like a water snake, and said with a smile:

"Ah Ping, I see you were covered in sweat just now, you must be tired."

"Sister, will you rub your back for you?"

After speaking, Widow Miao sat down beside Chen Ping.

A pair of small hands also climbed onto Chen Ping's body.

Sensing Widow Miao's movements, Chen Ping couldn't help feeling distracted.

But when he thought of what happened just now, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Widow Miao looks like a normal person now, but who has experienced the turmoil just now and can act as if nothing happened. Obviously, she is just pretending to be calm.

Fortunately, he arrived in time for today's matter, so nothing went wrong.

And in these years without a husband, how much has she experienced alone?

Thinking of this, Chen Ping couldn't help stopping her hand with some distress and said softly:

"Forget it, go to bed early."

Hearing what Chen Ping said, Widow Miao's figure suddenly paused, and she couldn't help asking:

"Ah Ping, what's wrong with you, is there something wrong with my sister's strength?"

"No." Chen Ping shook his head slowly, and said in a flat tone:

"It's just that I'm a little tired today, and I want to rest early."

As soon as the words came out, the little hand behind her stopped immediately.

Then, Chen Ping felt a little wetness on his back.

Turning her head, she saw that Widow Miao's eyes were full of tears, and she was looking at herself at a loss.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping's heart twitched fiercely.

Did I say something wrong?

At this time, Widow Miao wiped her tears and stood up from Chen Ping.

Then there was a sneer on his face, and he whispered:

"Ping, do you think I'm dirty?"

"As long as a man helps me, can I go to someone else's bed?"

Chen Ping opened his mouth, and just about to answer, he saw Widow Miao biting her lips lightly, with tears of grievance in her eyes and vented loudly:

"That's right, I'm dirty! I'm just a bad woman who can do her best!"

"But what can I do!"

Widow Miao said hysterically:

"If I didn't do this, I would have starved to death long ago, and it is impossible for Tongtong to grow up so big!"