Afternoon.
Zhong Family.
After accidentally peeking at Zhong Lizhen's diary, Dong Xuebin did not even dare stay in the Master Bedroom. Afraid Professor Zhong might discover him, he closed the door back to its original position when he left, leaving everything in the Master Bedroom exactly as it had been. Only then did he stand steadily in the living room, wiping sweat from his forehead and glancing at the Small Bedroom door. Professor Zhong had always seemed to him like a very traditional woman, the especially rigid sort. But who would have thought that the Professor Zhong in her diary was also, well... that kind of person? Still, it was not strange when he thought about it. She was around forty and seemed never to have dated anyone. Having needs was perfectly normal. Besides, she did such stiff work involving data and research every day, always the same routine. Her mental and psychological pressure must have been considerable. She had to find some physical outlet.
He understood.
That was perfectly normal.
Dong Xuebin coughed a few times. Not only did he understand, but he was somewhat unable to contain his excitement. His mind kept imagining Professor Zhong's expression when she did that herself.
Would she cry out?
What position did she use?
The more he thought about it, the more erotic it became, until Dong Xuebin could barely stand it.
Taking a deep breath, Dong Xuebin immediately went to the bathroom and splashed his face hard with cold water. Only then did he calm down a little. Nothing was dangerous until you started dwelling on it. Damn, this was killing him!
No!
He needed to find something to do and distract himself quickly!
Dong Xuebin looked at the washing machine reflected in the mirror, then turned around and opened its