Chapter 884: Aunt Xue's mysterious operation

Lin Lang looked at the charming Zhuang Jingxue and said in a low voice with courage: "You are a cheap woman."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue showed an extremely complicated expression on her face, as if her soul had been liberated, and there was a hint of enjoyment in her drunken smile.

Shocked by this, Lin Lang raised his voice a little, and said to Zhuang Jingxue with a rolling throat: "You are a shameless bitch."

"Alang, what you said makes me so embarrassed!" Zhuang Jingxue embarrassedly avoided Lin Lang's gaze, her hands unconsciously grabbing the hem of her skirt.

"Auntie Xue, why didn't I realize before that you have such an indulgent demeanor and are such a bitch behind people's backs?"

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue punched Lin Lang's shoulder with her fist and said shyly, "You little brat, you looked harmless and innocent at first, but who would have thought that you are a scumbag and have affairs with so many women outside!"

Lin Langzui laughed and said, "Aunt Xue, I'm not as good at pretending as you are. I have always respected you very much, and I never thought you were such a cheap slut."

"Uh...Alang, how can you say that to me?" Zhuang Jingxue's face turned red instantly. She was so humiliated by Lin Lang that she couldn't even raise her head.

"You are a lowly creature. You feel lonely every night, don't you?" Lin Lang took out a box of Capiron cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it with a Zippo lighter, took a puff and spit it on Zhuang Jingxue's face.

Zhuang Jingxue shamefully met Lin Lang's gaze, bit her red lips, and said weakly: "A Lang, will you never respect me in the future?"

"No, I still respect you very much. Didn't you just say it yourself? When we are alone, can I call you a bitch?" Lin Lang handed the cigarette between his fingers to Zhuang Jingxue with a wicked smile.

Zhuang Jingxue took the cigarette and took a puff. Her smoking movements were very skillful. It was obvious that she not only drank in private, but also smoked when she was lonely and bored.

After taking a puff of Lin Lang's cigarette, Zhuang Jingxue showed an expression of great enjoyment on her face when she exhaled the smoke.

It feels like an indirect kiss.

"Alang, please don't tell anyone what I said to you from the bottom of my heart, okay?" There was a pleading look in Zhuang Jingxue's drunken eyes.

"Of course, Aunt Xue, don't worry, the fact that you are a horny bitch is our little secret." Lin Lang raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile.

"Hate it! You are so bad, but I like it." Zhuang Jingxue spit the smoke in her mouth ambiguously on Lin Lang's face.

Lin Lang's curiosity was aroused, and he urged, "Auntie Xue, please continue talking. I still want to hear about the shameless things you have done."

"No, you already know too much about truth or truth in this round. Now it's time for the next round." Zhuang Jingxue prepared to play rock-paper-scissors.

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "Okay, then let's continue playing. You lose more than you win anyway."

"Alang, you just promised me that you would let me win this round." Zhuang Jingxue looked at Lin Lang with her wet almond eyes, drunkenly and charmingly.

"Uh... okay, rock, paper, scissors." Lin Lang deliberately played scissors as the system reminded.

Zhuang Jingxue won a round by playing a rock, and laughed happily, "I won, I won! Ah Lang, I want to punish you by making you carry me on your back and walk around the private room for a while, okay?"

Lin Lang knew very well that Zhuang Jingxue's behavior was a psychological manifestation of her lack of love, desire to be cared for, and lack of security.

He couldn't bear to refuse, so he stood up from the sofa and said with a smile: "Come on, if I get drunk and my legs are weak and Aunt Xue falls, don't blame me."

Zhuang Jingxue climbed onto Lin Lang's back, put her arms around his neck, and teased him with a smile: "You played with Liu Rusi 24 times in one day without any weakness in your legs. You won't feel weak just by carrying me on your back and walking around the room a few times."

"Haha, then Aunt Xue, you have to hold me tight." Lin Lang's warm palm passed through Zhuang Jingxue's bent knee, and his fingertips accidentally brushed the skin on the inside of her calf.

When her whole body was hanging on Lin Lang's back, Lin Lang used the force to straighten his waist, and with his other hand, he grabbed her dangling legs, picked up Zhuang Jingxue, and started strolling in the private room.

The moment Lin Lang stood up, Zhuang Jingxue tightened her arms, and her soft breath fell behind Lin Lang's ears, causing a slight tremor.

The weight on his back was lighter than Lin Lang had imagined. Although Zhuang Jingxue was a little plump, Lin Lang did not feel heavy when he carried her on his back.

"Alang, have you ever carried Mengyao like this before?"

Lin Lang smiled evilly and said, "It seems not. I usually carry her to the bed."

Zhuang Jingxue closed her drunken eyes, put her cheek against Lin Lang's back, and said with a look of enjoyment: "Alang, your back is so broad! I feel so safe being carried by you like this."

Lin Lang half-jokingly said, "Aunt Xue, why do I feel like Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife on his back?"

"Nonsense, there's a generation difference between them." Zhuang Jingxue bit her red lips with joy.

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "Auntie Xue, your body is so soft. It's so comfortable to carry you on my back."

Zhuang Jingxue hugged Lin Lang's neck tightly and asked curiously, "Ah Lang, how old is the woman with the largest age difference from you that you have slept with?"

"Uh... can I tell you this?" Lin Lang wandered around the private room with Zhuang Jingxue on his back.

Zhuang Jingxue said: "Of course I can tell you. I have told you all my shameful secrets. Is there anything else you are embarrassed to tell me?"

Under the influence of alcohol, Lin Lang said without restraint: "The oldest woman I have slept with was 35 years old. She was my mother's best friend when she was alive. She was also a little playboy like you."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue was shocked, but also a little excited and said, "Alang, you little bastard, you even slept with your mother's best friend when she was alive. How could you like a woman who is so much older than you?"

Lin Lang replied: "Maybe it's because my parents died early in an accident, and I lack maternal love, so I like beautiful women who are older than me and treat me well."

Hearing that Lin Lang had an Oedipus complex and liked women older than himself, Zhuang Jingxue was actually secretly delighted.

She rubbed her face against Lin Lang's back, and said jokingly with a drunken smile: "You are not only a playboy, but also quite good at playing. You know what age women are fun to play with."

Lin Lang noticed that the person on his back had slid down a little, and Zhuang Jingxue's weight slowly moved down his back. He bent his elbows slightly, lifted her up, and said with a smile: "Auntie Xue, hold on tight!"

Lin Lang raised his arms slightly and lifted her up steadily. Zhuang Jingxue cried out softly and subconsciously hugged Lin Lang's neck with her arms.

Her warm breath brushed past Lin Lang's ears, and the ends of her hair rubbed against his neck, causing a slight itch, as if the whole world became light and long because of this lifting action.

"Alang, I was only carried on such broad shoulders by my father when I was little. Hanging on your back like this, I feel like I've returned to my childhood. I'm so happy!"

"Auntie Xue, maybe your spiritual world is too empty, so these very simple and warm interactions can make you feel satisfied and happy." Lin Lang also felt warm because of Zhuang Jingxue's body temperature.

"Alang, thank you for not looking down on me for being a cheap woman and being willing to play with me and make me happy."

"Don't say that, Aunt Xue. I have long regarded you as a family member in my heart. Even if you are a contrasting girl and act slutty and bitchy behind my back, it doesn't matter as long as it is not known to outsiders."

"Alang, I feel so ashamed when I hear you use the word slutty and bitchy to describe me. Am I the one who is bitchy, or is it your mother's 35-year-old best friend who is bitchy?" Zhuang Jingxue's face turned red.

Lin Lang strolled back and forth in the private room with Zhuang Jingxue on his back, and couldn't help but laugh and teased: "Do I even need to ask? Of course you are the cheap one."

Zhuang Jingxue blushed and asked with a throbbing heart: "Why? How am I inferior to her?"

Lin Lang smiled evilly and said, "Why? Don't you know it in your heart? Tell me again, what other shameless things have you done?"

Zhuang Jingxue bit her red lips and mustered up the courage to say, "I sneaked into your room in Zhou's house, smelled the scent of your pillow, and stole a pair of socks you wore and hid them in my pillow. When I sleep with your stinky socks as my pillow, I feel very fragrant."

“Uh…” Lin Lang was shocked again after hearing this, and asked in astonishment: “Aunt Xue, what is this weird behavior of yours?”

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Jingxue smiled shyly and said drunkenly: "I felt that the socks you wore still had a masculine smell, so I stole a pair of your stinky socks. I didn't expect that hiding them in my pillow and sleeping with them on could help me calm down and sleep."

Lin Lang laughed and said, "I am convinced too, Aunt Xue, you have once again refreshed my perception of you."

Zhuang Jingxue said embarrassedly: "Hate it, put me down quickly."

After hearing this, Lin Lang steadily put Zhuang Jingxue down from his back. Turning around, he looked at the drunken Zhuang Jingxue with a scorching gaze, which made her feel embarrassed.

"Alang, why are you looking at me like that?" Zhuang Jingxue felt uncomfortable with Lin Lang's direct gaze.

"Auntie Xue, I almost don't recognize you anymore. After getting to know the real you, I can smell the vixen scent on you."

Zhuang Jingxue blushed immediately after hearing this. She grabbed Lin Lang's shoulders with both hands and asked him to turn around and face her. "You little bastard, you are becoming more and more disrespectful. Turn your back first. I won't let you look back. You are not allowed to turn your head and peek."

After Lin Lang turned his back, he asked curiously, "Aunt Xue, what are you going to do?"

Zhuang Jingxue bit her red lips, quickly took off the flesh-colored stockings on her legs, and said with a drunken smirk, "Okay, you can turn around now, brat."

As soon as Lin Lang turned around, Zhuang Jingxue stuffed her flesh-colored stockings into Lin Lang's hands, smiled seductively and said, "I stole a pair of your stinky socks, and now I'm giving you a pair of my own fragrant stockings, so we're even now."

"Uh..." Lin Lang was holding Zhuang Jingxue's soft stockings in his hand, and suddenly became confused.