Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

She felt her whole body being tightly embraced by the handsome man in front of her, and the strong masculine scent made her feel dizzy and excited.

Xu Damao's warm big hands began to wander over her body, as if exploring some unknown area.

Zhao Fangfang's breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes gradually blurred. She couldn't help but stretch out her arms, hugged Xu Damao's neck, and began to passively cater to his actions.

At this moment, their bodies seemed to merge into one, their breathing and heartbeats intertwined, creating a picture full of eroticism.

Time passed bit by bit, and the originally rhythmic sound suddenly crackled like a storm for more than a minute, and then suddenly returned to silence.

Xu Damao suffered a lot of losses this time and felt a little tired.

At this moment, Zhao Fangfang hugged Xu Damao tightly like an octopus, and her body was still shaking.

"Are you still cold?" Xu Damao asked with concern.

"It's not cold at all. On the contrary, I feel a little hot." Zhao Fangfang opened her bright big eyes, snuggled in Xu Damao's arms like a well-behaved little bird, and answered softly with a flushed face.

Zhao Fangfang quietly nestled in Xu Damao's arms. Perhaps because she had used up too much energy before, her whole body was limp like a puddle of mud. She felt sleepy and soon fell asleep. Xu Damao's chest and embrace were like a warm little stove, making her feel extremely warm and at ease.

The next morning, before dawn, Xu Damao was woken up by Zhao Fangfang. Although Xu Damao was dissatisfied, he could only get up reluctantly under her urging.

After all, Zhao Fangfang was worried that if someone saw a strange man walking out of her house after dawn, her reputation would be further affected... She really couldn't imagine what bad things the villagers would say about it.

Riding his bicycle slowly along the way, Xu Damao was not in a hurry to go back. He would stop to rest for a while when he came across a place with nice scenery.

After returning to the steel rolling mill, Xu Damao did not stay for too long. He got on his bike, bought some things on the road, and then staggered back to the courtyard.

"Hey, Damao is back! It's been a while since I last saw you."

As soon as Yan Bugui saw Xu Damao pushing his bicycle into the yard, he hurriedly took his signature small steps to greet him and took the initiative to help lift the back seat of the bicycle.

"Alas, the Propaganda Department has a tough job. I've been on a business trip showing movies and I'm exhausted."

Xu Damao deliberately pretended to be exhausted and began to complain to Yan Bugui.

"Hey, Damao, the back seat of your car is so heavy, what's in it?"

While asking the question, Yan Bugui rolled his eyes and reached out to the waterproof tarpaulin covering the basket, as if he wanted to lift it up to find out what was inside.

"Hey, nothing special, just buying some food."

Xu Damao did not stop Yan Bugui's action, but allowed the old man to lift the oilcloth to check.

"Oh my, you bought so many goodies! Damao, what delicious food are you going to prepare today? How about I bring that bottle of good wine over and we have a few drinks together?"

Yan Bugui stared at the white flour in the basket, the big bones covered with red meat, and the thick pig's trotters. He swallowed hard before speaking:

"Okay! Teacher Yan, don't forget to bring a bottle of good wine! By the way, if you have any high-quality stuff on hand, feel free to bring it over to let me see, hehehe..."

"Hahaha, it has to be good wine! What's the relationship between us brothers? As for the goods, we can talk while we eat later!"

"Okay, I'll go home and cook these things. Teacher Yan, you must come when the time comes!"

After Xu Damao pushed his bicycle into the yard, he picked up a large pot, poured some water into it, and then put the large bones and the chopped pig's trotters in to blanch them. When he started to stew and prepare the ingredients, he found sadly that there was not even a piece of ginger left in the house.

"Oh, it seems I have to go to Aunt Yang's house next door to borrow some. I'll bring her some meat and bones later. It's not easy for Aunt Yang to live alone." Xu Damao pondered in his heart as he took a step towards Aunt Yang's house.

"Pah pah pah! Aunt Yang, open the door quickly!"

Xu Damao knocked on the door a few times carelessly, and Aunt Yang opened the door and let Xu Damao in.

"It's Damao. What's the matter?" Aunt Yang asked Xu Damao who was outside the door.

"Well, I'm buying some big bones and pig's trotters to stew them just now. I'm out of ginger at home, so I came to you to get some." Xu Damao scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile.

After hearing this, Aunt Yang enthusiastically pulled Xu Damao's sleeve and walked into the house: "What do you think I am doing? Come here, I'll get you something."

"Where are the children?" Xu Damao asked as he walked.

"I'm eating in the house. Please wait a moment, I'll get you some ginger." Aunt Yang said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Thank you, Aunt Yang. One piece is enough. No need to take so much." Xu Damao watched Aunt Yang go into the kitchen to get the ginger, and he went into the main room, just in time to see Aunt Yang's grandson eating at the table.

In front of the child was a bowl of golden corn soup. The soup was thin and there wasn't much water, but the child still drank it carefully, taking small sips at a time, for fear of spilling even a little bit.

At this time, Aunt Yang came out of the kitchen with three pieces of ginger in her hand, each piece was as big as a palm: "Here, Damao, see if it's enough."

"How can I use so many? One piece is enough."

Xu Damao casually picked up a piece of ginger and said.

"Take them all. You may need them next time."

"Okay, then I won't be polite with you, Aunt Yang. Can you be full if you eat these things at night?" Xu Damao frowned and asked in confusion.

"How can you not be full? What's the benefit of eating too much at night?" Aunt Yang replied with a smile.

"Aunt Yang, this child is growing up now, he can't eat too little. Didn't I ask you to help feed the chickens? You can eat as many eggs as you want!"

Xu Damao waved his hand, showing no concern.

"Thank you, Damao. I've kept those eggs for you. I'll cook one for my grandson occasionally to satisfy his craving. I'll get the eggs to you." Not long after, Aunt Yang came over with a bamboo basket full of eggs on her arm.