I’m Really a Superstar

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Zero contact.

There is heat in the ears.

The face is soft.

Zhang Ye just lay down on Rao Aimin's lap, no matter what Rao Aimin said to him, this guy just wouldn't move away, he was acting like a fool, and he didn't move.

what

flexible

That meat is too tight

Rao Aimin's long legs are really not ordinary legs. They are noble legs, pure legs, moral legs, legs that are free from vulgar tastes, and legs that benefit the people.

As a big man, Zhang Ye is actually a little ashamed. Rao Aimin is a lesbian, but also a lesbian in her thirties. The flesh on her body and legs is actually more energetic than that of a young man in his twenties. , That's because Rao Aimin didn't stretch her muscles. If she stretched a little, she would definitely be more even than Zhang Ye's muscles. Maybe it was because of his martial arts practice since childhood. There are not too many people with skill books, and they are definitely incomparable.

Sometimes people are like this. What they have, they don't value it so much, and what they don't have, they are very longing and fascinated.

For example, the landlord's aunt's legs, he did not.

Or, for example, the landlord's aunt's chest, he doesn't have either.

Well actually he has, um, just not that big.

Zhang Ye was lying there, opened his eyes a little and looked up, he saw two bulging spots, and they were close at hand. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to be able to smell the fabric overflowing from her chest. Rao Aimin was wearing it today. He was wearing a gray sweater with white bodybuilding pants underneath. He had bare feet, and his shoes were flat-bottomed women's leather shoes. They weren't very fashionable, but they matched the stern and old-fashioned look of the landlord's auntie. Zhang Ye knew her anyway. For so long, I have hardly seen her wearing high-heeled shoes a few times, most of them are flat shoes, which may be the stubbornness of a martial arts practitioner, but on the other hand, this is a manifestation of self-confidence.

"Fuck off."

"I'll lie down."

"Do you really think I dare not take care of you?"

"Then you can clean up, anyway, I'm dying from a serious injury, and I don't care how much I get hurt, how much I don't overwhelm my body, how I like it.

"

As soon as he said that, Zhang Ye turned over and was not lying flat. Immediately, he laid his head inward towards Rao Aimin's belly, his mouth pressed against her lower abdomen, the tip of his nose squeezed into her lower abdomen, and his forehead was buried in it. There was really no fat on her belly. It was even smoother than Zhang Ye's belly. Then, as soon as she inhaled, some mature breath came into her nose and mouth, all with a faint fragrance. It was from his clothes. Zhang Ye didn't know whether it was on his coat or the smell of laundry detergent on his underwear. After all, the place where his nose and face were buried was attached to Rao Aimin's white fitness pants and underwear.

moisturizing

This little life is so comfortable

Zhang Ye is called a beauty, and his hands are getting more and more arrogant. Naturally, he stretched out to embrace Rao Aimin's beautiful buttocks and pinched it. After touching her smooth buttocks, there is no pressure anymore. Besides, Zhang Ye is now injured, so of course he is more courageous. This leisurely leisurely, his consciousness is gradually blurred, and his sleepiness is rising.

Rao Aimin seemed to have spoken.

Zhang Ye's head was also pulled open by someone, and he moved back a little bit, but he didn't do it. He moved his head and stuck it again, pressing his nose into the fleshy belly. Rao Aimin is very good at living. Although she occupies so many houses, almost all the commercial and residential houses on this floor are hers, but she rarely buys those that are too expensive. Basically, she buys some that are cost-effective or cheap. For example, laundry detergent doesn't smell particularly good, but it also contains some of Rao Aimin's own feminine scents. The breath, his whole person will be very comfortable and comfortable.

good smell

take another breath

Rao Aimin seemed to say something again.

Zhang Ye could no longer hear him, and he fell asleep.

evening.

It's past seven.

Zhang Ye woke up, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw himself lying on his pillow again, Rao Aimin had disappeared, smacking his lips, feeling lost in his heart. The second feeling was that it was cold, very cold, and the whole body felt chills. Zhang Ye hurriedly tightened the blanket, but it wasn't much better. It was only then that he felt that there was a cool towel on his forehead, and who had put it on when he did not know.

what happened?

Do you have a fever?

Zhang Ye was helpless and dizzy. He knew that the injury was not serious. He must have been left untreated or inflamed, which caused the fever.

"What about people?"

"Miss Rao?"

"Chenchen?"

"I'm hungry"

"Come on, someone is going to die"

He shouted several times. He wanted to get out of bed by himself, but his head was too dizzy. Even though he knew that he was lying on the bed, he was still a little unsteady. He felt that the sky and the earth were shaking slightly, like an earthquake. Zhang Ye needs to hold the head of the bed tightly in order to feel more at ease

The door opened.

Rao Aimin entered the house with a bowl of hot food, "Hurry up, what are you shouting?"

Zhang Ye said weakly, "I'm hungry, what is this?"

"Rice porridge." Rao Aimin said.

Zhang Ye said unhappily, "Why is there no meat? I want to eat braised pork."

Rao Aimin sat down beside the bed, "It's good if you have a stutter, and if you're still picky with me, you're just drinking porridge and braised pork? Let's talk about it when you're sick and your fever subsides." He threw his chin unceremoniously, "sit up and eat"

Zhang Ye hummed, "If you don't sit, I want to eat meat."

Rao Aimin threatened: "Then I'll take you to the hospital"

Hearing this, Zhang Ye immediately sat up on the bed, "Actually, it's good to be light." He reached out to pick up the porridge bowl, but his hand was shaking a little and he couldn't hold it at all.

Rao Aimin squinted her eyebrows, "Okay, open your mouth."

Zhang Ye opened his mouth eagerly.

Rao Aimin scooped a spoonful of rice porridge, blew it four or five times, and then handed it to Zhang Ye's mouth with a carefree attitude. Although she didn't seem very considerate in her actions, she didn't spill a drop of the porridge, and the temperature was also very special. Just right, the spoon was stuffed into Zhang Ye's mouth and let him take a sip.

Zhang Ye swallowed it and said sincerely, "Sister Rao, thank you."

Rao Aimin ignored him at all, and said firmly, "Open your mouth."

"Ai." Zhang Ye opened his mouth again and took a mouthful of porridge.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, Rao Aimin said, "Are you still drinking?"

Zhang Ye's appetite is not small, and his appetite has not diminished even after being so ill. "Drink, let's have another bowl. By the way, is there something like beef in sauce? Can you accompany me a little?"

Rao Aimin ignored him at all, went back home and filled a large bowl of porridge and fed him to finish it.

Ten minutes later, after burping, Zhang Ye was full. "Where's Chenchen? Did she eat?"

"She's doing her homework, you, take care of yourself." Rao Aimin put the bowl down, grabbed a napkin and wiped Zhang Ye's mouth, frowning and throwing away the paper ball, "I'm different all day long. After taking care of the little ones and taking care of the older ones, after taking care of the younger ones and taking care of the older ones, are you really my nanny?"

Zhang Ye said in a soft and weak tone, "I will take care of you in the future when you are ill."

Rao Aimin sneered: "I haven't been sick for ten years. I'm using you, kid? Hurry up and heal the injury yourself, and get out of here."

Zhang Yeyi Oh.

"Drinking the medicine." Rao Aimin took the antipyretic and hot water.

Zhang Ye obediently sat up and drank the medicine. It was a medicine called Reling Granule. In the world before Zhang Ye, it seemed that he had never heard of this medicine. It should be the name of the medicine in this world. The taste and efficacy should be similar to that of Bamir's antipyretic.

After drinking the medicine, Zhang Ye was sleepy again. Perhaps it also had the effect of the medicine, "Aunt Landlord, I want to sleep again, can't I walk on your lap?"

Rao Aimin stared at him, "Is it over?"

Zhang Ye pouted, "Otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Rao Aimin looked at him, and at the end she pouted and stretched out her legs.

"Thank you." Zhang Ye lay on his head without saying a word, and his two hands circled around naturally, hugging Rao Aimin's slender waist.

Comfortable

This pose is so cool

This fellow is thinking that he will be sick for another three or five days, and it is the uncle who is sick.

But this thought only lasted for a few hours. After Zhang Ye fell asleep, it was already night when he opened his eyes again. The small alarm clock with luminous indication on the table showed that it was 0:50 in the morning.

The night is deep.

Only starlight scatters into the house.

And Zhang Ye's face was still leaning on that noble leg, pure leg, moral leg, and the leg that was out of vulgarity. Zhang Ye thought Rao Aimin had gone back to sleep long ago, but he didn't expect it to be

Rao Aimin leaned against the head of the bed and closed her eyes, motionless.

At this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly thought that he had to get better as soon as possible. Don't let the auntie landlord follow him tossing with him, and then let the eldest sister get tired.

"Sister Rao." Zhang Ye said softly.

"Huh?" Rao Aimin woke up, "Yu?"

Zhang Ye said apologetically, "Go back, Chenchen still needs your attention."

Rao Aimin said, "I just finished the test for your boy at 11:30. He has a high fever of thirty-nine degrees one. Let's talk about it when your fever subsides. If you can't, you have to go to the hospital at night."

Zhang Ye shivered and said, "Don't, I really don't want to go, this is not up for discussion."

Rao Aimin said impatiently, "Then you can cover me with the quilt, sweat a lot, and quickly reduce the fever. If your fever doesn't go away, who cares when I leave?"

Zhang Ye said, "It's better for Big Sister Rao."

"Don't flatter me." Rao Aimin raised her eyebrows and said, "When you're well, you have to do all the housework on my side, and pay me back bit by bit."

Zhang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I feel like I'm burning up again. I didn't hear what you said. My head was a little dizzy. What, I continued to sleep."