Chapter 0505: Kill but Not Bury

It must be said that Fan Baobao's brain sometimes opened up really wide, as wide and bottomless as some women's cleavage.

Even Zhao Fusheng hadn't thought of the question she was now pondering.

"Hmm, how about..."

A thought flashed through her mind, Fan Baobao looked up at the sky, gritted her teeth, and made up her mind.

Today, she was dressed very coolly—after all, it was August. On top, she wore a tank top with a vest over it; on the bottom, hot pants. Her two long, white legs seemed to be polished, dazzling to the eye.

"Open up!"

She pounded on the door hard, mustering her courage and shouting loudly.

Zhao Fusheng in the room was a bit surprised. Hearing the knock and the familiar voice, he quickly stood up from the sofa, walked to the door, and opened it.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw the girl in front of him exaggeratingly slip and fall forward dramatically.

Then her expression instantly froze!

Originally, Fan Baobao had planned to pounce and give Zhao Fusheng a loving hug, but she overdid it, or rather, she hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng's posture when opening the door to be different from what she imagined. As a result, the hug turned into a tiger pounce...

Zhao Fusheng watched helplessly as Fan Baobao lunged at him, then abruptly stopped, straightened her chest, sucked in her stomach, and lifted her hips, springing up with a whoosh.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng's mind felt like a level in a platform game, unlocking countless poses with a series of dings.

All sorts of images unsuitable for children flooded into his mind. At that moment, Zhao Fusheng knew he was completely lost.

"I was just practicing a dance move," Fan Baobao stood there, awkwardly making up an excuse. "I saw you didn't come to open the door, so I thought you were sleeping. You know, us actors, we usually exercise... I... wuwu..."

Before she could finish, her eyes instantly widened, staring at Zhao Fusheng in disbelief, and then...

Queen Fan, without another word, wrapped her arms around Zhao Fusheng's neck, turning passive into active, and kissed him passionately.

After a long while, they finally parted.

Fan Baobao, her face flushed, hugged Zhao Fusheng, face to face, and cooed, "You bad guy, I missed you so much."

Zhao Fusheng wiped his lips and broke into a smile: "Silly girl, I missed you too."

People in love wish they could be together every moment. Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao were no different. No matter how long they had known each other, once their relationship changed, that feeling of wanting to be together all the time was really interesting.

"Didn't expect me to come back, did you?" Fan Baobao smiled triumphantly at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, unable to suppress his smile.

"What are you smiling at?" Fan Baobao bit her lip and asked coquettishly.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng still smiling, she couldn't help but laugh herself. The two of them, like playful children finding their favorite toy, kissed again.

"Want to go to my room? The bed in my room is big and soft." After a deep French kiss, Zhao Fusheng looked up at Fan Baobao, whose face was as red as if she were drunk, and said.

"Cut it out!"

Fan Baobao rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng. She had been to his room before; it wasn't nearly as good as he claimed.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "What, you don't believe me? You can go see for yourself."

At that moment, he felt like a creepy uncle luring a little girl, almost insane.

Fan Baobao smiled shyly, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and said nothing.

Zhao Fusheng was secretly delighted. Just as he was about to pick up the beauty in his arms and head inside, he heard Fan Baobao suddenly whisper, "Um, my aunt's here."

"Who's here?" Zhao Fusheng asked offhandedly, but the next moment, his movements instantly froze.

Usually, when a girl says her aunt is here, she's referring to only one relative.

"Giggle..." Fan Baobao let out a laugh. Clearly, she enjoyed seeing Zhao Fusheng like this.

After all, she was a girl in her twenties, not an innocent novice. Even if she hadn't eaten pork, she'd seen a pig run.

Through osmosis, Fan Baobao understood those things. Seeing her usually composed boyfriend at a loss actually made her feel pretty good.

"You still have the nerve to laugh." Watching the girl escape his embrace, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, picked up her suitcase, and walked into the house.

Fan Baobao had already lain down on the sofa, letting out a long breath: "Finally, I can rest. So tired."

Zhao Fusheng looked at her two long white legs resting on the coffee table, revealing her fair and delicate lower abdomen. He blinked and swallowed.

"What are you looking at?"

The girl seemed to notice Zhao Fusheng's unusual behavior, looked up, and asked him.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then honestly replied, "Looking at you."

"You!" Fan Baobao instantly blushed, glared at Zhao Fusheng, and said, "Pervert!"

Zhao Fusheng looked innocent. It was the first time he'd heard that looking at his own girlfriend made him a pervert. How unjust.

"And, you kiss so skillfully. Have you kissed a lot of others before?" Fan Baobao continued to glare at Zhao Fusheng, looking unhappy.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, stunned by his girlfriend's amazing train of thought. He never imagined that her mind would wander to such nonsense.

"I say, whether I've been in love before, others might not know, but don't you?" Zhao Fusheng helplessly put the suitcase away, then looked at Fan Baobao: "Since we were kids, which love letter written to me haven't you read?"

"How do I know you didn't hide some?"

The more beautiful a girl is, the more helpless she makes you when she's being unreasonable.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng truly understood.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to sleep." Fan Baobao giggled, walked toward the bedroom on her long legs, naturally carrying her suitcase.

Watching her back, a picture suddenly popped into Zhao Fusheng's mind: in the future, when yoga became popular, if Fan Baobao practiced it, with her flexibility, plus himself...

Ahem...

That picture was too beautiful; just thinking about it made Zhao Fusheng lose control.

They say that a sheer cliff has no desires, thus is strong. But the problem was that Zhao Fusheng was an ordinary person with desires in his heart, so it was hard to stay calm.

Especially after being teased by that vixen Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng nearly had an accident, but could only watch her walk away. This feeling was like fifteen buckets drawing water from a well—seven up and eight down—truly unbearable.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Fusheng rushed into the bathroom. At this moment, there was probably only one thing that could solve the problem.