After returning from Huaquan Mountain, my father started to be busy.He adjusted his working hours to night, stayed in the hospital all night, and worked tirelessly during the day to keep busy with his mother's funeral.
Grandma and grandpa were very sad. Mom was their only child, but she was still calm when she accepted the news of her death. She told her father and I to visit them often during festivals.
In my impression, they always ignore their mother's depression, and at most they just call each other and chat.
But when I had a headache and fever, I quickly remembered my father.
Dad arranged for them to have a diagnosis and treatment, and they didn't even say thank you.
I don’t like my grandma and grandpa, but my father glared at me and told me to shut up, telling me to swallow these words.
Fortunately, my grandparents were very considerate of my father and asked me to tell me that they might even breathe a sigh of relief.
In their opinion, mother is undoubtedly a burden to father.
Now that my mother is gone, dad can think more about himself.
I agree with my grandparents very much, but my father's reaction was just a smile.
He exhausted himself every day and used his busyness to deal with the pain of losing his wife.
As for me, after losing my mother, I cried every day, my eyes almost fell out, but at this time I could clearly feel my physiological changes.
The most obvious thing is that when I have menstruation, I feel so painful that I want to die.
At the age of eleven, the school once taught us about adolescence.
That was our first time that men and women were divided into classes, and I was deeply impressed.
Many girls are both expecting and worried, but I am quite disappointed.
Although I felt various changes in my body, increasing my height, growing body hair, and bulging my breasts, these had no effect on my life.
Even at the age of twelve, I have studied various styles and brands of sanitary napkins at most in supermarkets.
It’s very fixed when it starts and ends, and I even save on recording time and counting the days.
Now it's different.
I became irritable, irritable, impatient, and would get angry or cry if I had a little bit of trouble.
The visit time of Red Friends has also become elusive, with a long and short duration.
The hot summer in August was unbearable and I almost stopped going out and spent more time at home than ever.
Maybe all of these can be explained by losing your mother just now, but there is no reason why hormones are also out of control like a derailed train.
I was half lying on the bed, next to me with a laptop, and a movie I downloaded from the Internet was placed in the screen.
The male protagonist inside was naked, revealing his strong arms and chest.
He walked around the room, his jeans hanging down to his hips, and his hair on his belly stretched toward his crotch.
I was excited and stared at his every move without blinking.
In the past two months, I have read countless pornographic films, which are like poisoning, and I can't stop.
I long for male attention, more than anything else.
It's awful, especially when a man lives under the same roof as me.
Very perverted, but I just wanted to use my fingers to stroke his black hair, kiss his plump lips, and imagine that he had a strong desire for me like a lover.
I almost put the male protagonist in all the pornographic films into my father. The shame in my heart could not stop my fantasy, but instead made my skin hot and itchy, and my legs would tightly clamp my falling vagina.
These are experiences I have never had before.
I grabbed the water bottle and took two big sips.
Even though my thoughts were released, I kept trying to maintain my original appearance with my father.
If you can handle family affairs by yourself, don’t bother your father, purchase, clean, and receive condolence visitors.
My father worked even harder. In addition to work, he would take me with him wherever he went, especially the funeral arrangements related to his mother. He would let me give advice and contribute.
On the surface, we are still close father and daughter, but in terms of attitude towards me, his tense nerves have not relaxed at all.
I have no doubt about this, but both of them deliberately ignore it.
In recent days, I can only see my dad at breakfast.When he came back from the hospital after the night shift, we would talk about mom and Wei Feng, but most of the time we just had a meal quietly.
After our trip to Huaquan Mountain, we can never go back.
I clicked on another video, and the picture was buffered for a moment. Then a beautiful woman in her twenties opened the clinic door and saw the man in a white coat on her seat. She smiled charmingly: Hey, doctor!
The man in the white coat glanced at the woman's bulging body, and replied lustfully: Hello, Ah, where is he uncomfortable?
The beautiful woman put down her handbag, walked straight to the man, then squatted between the man's legs, and said in a coquettish way: It's uncomfortable everywhere, especially... She gave the doctor a look, you know, her body... itchy.
I curled my lips and it turned out that adults act like this. Just pinch my throat and change 'me' to 'other'.
Now, take off your clothes and lie on the bed, I want to check your... body... the most private place.The male protagonist in the film said while lifting his muscular arms and wiping his hair on his forehead.
His biceps were bulging and his abs were trembling.
The beautiful woman took off all her legs in a few seconds. The doctor touched and pinched the woman's body, and stayed on her breasts for a particularly long time. Until she touched her private parts, she said with a lewd smile: Your pussy is slutty and needs the penis to relieve itching.
As he said that, he unbuttoned his pants and his erect cock popped out instantly.
The beautiful woman's eyes lit up and she said happily: Wow... The doctor's dick is so hard... Well... it's still so big... You must help others to relieve itching and treat diseases...
My whole body is buzzing, I am about to explode.
Turning off the computer, I went into the bathroom.
I still recalled the situation I saw in the porn film just now. Sometimes the doctor was kneading the woman's breasts, sometimes the woman was holding the doctor's penis, and sometimes the close-up of the penis coming in and out under the woman.
I followed my example, put one hand on my chest and held my soft and towering breasts, constantly playing with my nipples.
The other hand covered her private parts and stroked her violently, and her two fingers bent slightly into her vagina, but she couldn't figure it out after touching her for a long time.
The stuffy and small space makes me breathless.
Not to mention that it is fun, it is not even a minimum comfort.
I really wonder why the book says that masturbation is most suitable for taking a shower. I have also read a lot of pornographic films, but it is not the case at all.
I turned the water temperature down, and it was impossible to masturbate, so I could only take a shower to calm myself down.
But the bathroom was still too stuffy, so I wrapped a bath towel and couldn't wait to walk out of the bathroom.
I was lazy and didn't bother wiping it, so I went to the sofa in the living room to dry naturally.
At this time, the sound of the door unlocking sounded.
My father is back, and I am lying on the sofa without moving.
If I didn't speak, he wouldn't have noticed that I was lying in the living room.
My father came in through the gate and walked straight towards his room. Unexpectedly, he stopped when he passed by my room.
Maybe I didn't see me, so I walked to the kitchen or balcony, which are places I often stay.
It turned out that the first thing my father did when he came back was to look for me. I grinned silently and felt very happy.
Ranran, put on your clothes, Dad's voice came from not far away, it was very small.
I opened my eyes and found him standing on the other side of the living room.
My father was a little embarrassed and his eyes flew over my chest as he turned his head away.
Only then did I realize that the bath towel was wrinkled and moved, revealing a large area of skin under my neck and two white breasts.
I just said I was covering it up, but then I pouted my lips, imitating the woman I just saw in the porn movie, and complained in a coquettish voice: Is it so hot!
Dad frowned and I deliberately stuck out my tongue and licked it.I don't know what's wrong with myself, and I'm desperate to drive him crazy, just like he's driving me crazy.
My father's chin was tense, and he looked away and said: Go to the supermarket downstairs to buy some milk. I finished drinking it at home yesterday, and I forgot when I came back just now.
I supported my elbows and supported my upper body. My period just ended and my breasts were still rising. I was very happy that my size was one size larger than usual.
My father's eyes fell on my breasts again, and then he turned around quickly, and my heart trembled.
Go back to your room and buy it after getting dressed.He yelled at me and went back to his room.
Even though I knew my father couldn't see it, I rolled my eyes at him and then went back to the room to change my clothes.
I was talking about going out with my wallet, but I was thinking of making pranks. I opened the door but didn't go out, but pushed it and closed it.
He quietly walked back to his father's room without a sound, ready to scare him.
When I was a child, my father often played this trick to tease me before going to work, and asked if I would study and do my homework at my desk honestly.
Dad sat by the bed and pushed his pants to his muscular thighs.
I was stunned, watching him with his eyes closed and his head raised, supporting him on the bed with one hand and holding the thick erection in the other hand, stroking up and down.
This is the latest and most popular thing I have ever seen. Compared with Dad's, those pornographic films are not worth mentioning at all.
Dad clenched his erection hard, and his throat moaned happily.When my name came out of his mouth, I was so scared that I was stiff all over, thinking that he had discovered the voyeurism.
Then, a thick and sticky semen shot out from the top of the thick and long erection. I watched my dad stroking a huge erection in the squirt, and streams of semen drifted through beautiful arcs and landed on the oak floor.
I didn't wake up until he stood up while cursing, turned around and hid behind the curtains in the corridor window, praying not to be discovered by my father.
Fortunately, my father just walked into the bathroom, and the sound of running water in the shower came from inside.
I quickly took the opportunity to run to the door, carefully pulled the door lock and pushed it open, then inserted the key into the door lock, twisted the lock and closed the door, and released the key bit by bit to lock the door.
After doing all this, my forehead was full of sweat. Peeping at my father's masturbation made me feel that I was very obscene and dirty, but I was powerless.
I was like I was addicted, and my father's ejaculation scene was played back in my mind over and over again.
This situation has finally eased as high school admissions finally came to an ease, and boarding schools only allow students to go home on weekends.Dad and I didn’t say it, but everyone seemed to be relieved and couldn’t wait to welcome a new chapter in my life.
I don’t know if the school is trying to give us freshmen a warning, but the first thing in the new semester is that everyone is dragged to the military camp for two weeks of closed training.
This is our first time living a group life and everyone is excited.
Although I had military training in junior high school, I learned some basic movements at that time.
This time it was different. The instructors were so fierce that everyone complained after just one day of practice.
There is no wind in the hot weather, and although it is September, the sun is still hot and vicious.
We can be dried up even if we are sunburned, let alone training.
A simple movement cannot be practiced for several hours, and the instructor was so anxious that he cursed.
We also suffered. We were like meat skewers on the training ground. We turned left and right as the instructor's command. After baking the front and the back, we were really good to eat.
Few people in the class can endure such hardships. Not to mention girls, even boys start to complain.
But the instructor is awesome. Not to mention being lazy, he will be scolded if he says one more word, and then he will be scolded.
We really have no backbone. Although we scolded our father and mother countless times, we still had to bow our heads and give in to the strict devil instructors.
Not only that, no matter how lazy or perfunctory we are, we can be scolded by the instructors as if we were injected with blood, and yelled heart-wrenchingly on the training ground.
During the night break, everyone called home and cried to the parents, complaining about how bad the instructor was.
I also sent a message to my father, but the response I received was very dull.
My father went to Military Medical University, and in his opinion, this little bit of hardship is nothing.
The two weeks of military training were finally over, and I couldn't wait to go home.
I have never left home in my life. I have never thought about the quality of the family, nor have I realized the importance of warm winter and cool summer, let alone the bed is a hundred times more comfortable than the hard boards in the military camp.
After entering the house, the room was quiet.Calculate the time point, dad should still be in the hospital.I lifted my luggage and prepared to take off my clothes and take a shower, but my father suddenly appeared at the door.
Come back?He looked me up and down, with a smile on his lips.
Do you still know me?I felt angry and my tone couldn't help but rush.
Not only did I lose weight in two weeks, but I was even dark like coal balls, and it must be ugly.
What stupid things to say?Dad said angrily: Is it just a military training? My Wei family’s child will not be able to endure such hardship.
Well, who can’t wear a high hat? You obviously don’t have time to spend on me, so don’t say it’s nice.I snorted, took off my shoes, and spread my hair out again.
During the military training for two weeks, my father never took the initiative to contact me.
The cart pulled us from the barracks to the school, and a large number of parents at the door were waiting there early to pick up their children.
As for my father, it is of course more important than seeing me earlier!
Am I waiting for you to come back at home?Dad pointed at himself, waved at me, and said: Get rid of it, I'll take you out for dinner tonight.
Oh, that's about the same.Although I still wanted to blame him, I couldn't help but grin.
I was very moved that my father could free up this little and wait for me at home.He was also angry that he was obviously very concerned about why he looked cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
I pushed him away and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
As soon as the lock sounded, I leaned against the door and sighed, and my heart slowly returned to normal rhythm.
After returning from Huaquan Mountain, I discovered a rule.
As long as I act a little closer, my father will face me very seriously, as if I am not his daughter, but a staff member.
And if I alienate him, once the two of them show signs of neglect, he will become the kind father who loves his daughter.
Our father-daughter relationship cannot be controlled by whom.
Is this his expectation of father and daughter getting along?Why change?Mom is gone?Or have I grown up?Or both.
I took off my clothes and looked at my naked body in the mirror in a daze.
The black hair between the crotch covers the delicate and hidden private parts and can't see anything.
My eyes moved up and I reached out to weigh my pretty well-developed breasts.
Although the size is still not big, as long as I am diligent in massage, I am not afraid of becoming too big at this age.
Immediately sixteen, I should talk about marriage and having children two hundred years ago.
After taking a shower, I wrapped my hair with a towel, then changed into a light-colored pajama wrapped from head to toe, and walked to my father's study with aloe vera gel. I pushed the door open and walked in without knocking.
What's wrong?Dad was sitting at the desk, holding a pen in his hand.
I slowly floated in and closed the door with my backhand.
He stuffed the aloe paste into his hand, then pulled the chair and sat next to him, saying: Doctor Wei, please help the patient. It hurts when he was taking a shower just now, and his skin must be sunburned.
My father was holding the aloe paste and didn't move. I turned my back to him, pulled my pajamas gently, and the collar slid down from my shoulders, revealing my neck and back.
I turned my head and looked behind me, and said with innocence and grievance: Look, Doctor Wei, I have all peeled off a layer of skin. Isn’t they lying to you?
My father still didn't say anything, and I looked up and just met him.He sighed, and finally compromised: OK.
I turned my head and smirked with my lips, my eyes filled with pride and joy.'Other's move is really right, it's not in vain to watch the pornographic movies.
Dad first took off his collar, wiped the dripping water on his back, and then applied some aloe paste.
The moment the cold lotion touched my skin, I couldn't help but feel aroused.
Then his warm fingers gently wandered on the back of his neck. The thin calluses on his fingertips scraped the delicate skin. The stimulation of ice and heat intertwined, and a hint of joy came from a hint of numbness.
Wei Maorong, I plucked up the courage to call him by his name, wanted to test it further, and asked coquettishly: Do you feel sorry for seeing that someone is so miserable?
Don't call my name.Dad's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was stern but he couldn't hide his hoarseness.
OK, take your time step by step, don't be too greedy.I was not affected by his harsh refusal at all. I came back again in the tone I just said, Dad, don’t you feel sorry for me when I see someone is so miserable?
What's wrong with this? If you endure some hardship can sharpen your will and make your body stronger. I wish you could come to military training like this every year.Although your skin is a little tanned, you look healthier and more energetic!Dad talked about the benefits of military training and did not forget to quickly pull up the clothes slid on both sides of his shoulders to cover them.
So, do you like what I look like now?I was happy as soon as I heard this, turned to face my father, opened my clothes, carefully covering the upper edge of my breasts, and asked clingingly: There is also the front, you can help me wipe it.
Dad looked at me meaningfully, but he didn't want to bother me.
I simply closed my eyes, raised my chin, and sat there stubbornly.
After a while, a cool feeling came again. I opened my eyes and found that my father lowered his head, rubbed it meticulously, and did not move at all.
Go and blow your hair and change your clothes, let's go out for a meal.After dad finished wiping, he urged.
I suddenly hooked my father's neck and pulled him in front of me, then straddled him, forcing the two of them to look at each other.I was so close that I could see my appearance in my dad's pupils.
I haven't seen you for two weeks, I miss you very much.I didn't call him dad, but just talked nakedly, and then couldn't help but stick it forward and kissed him on the lips.
Before my father could push me away, I jumped out of him, put it in front of him with aloe paste, and said: Thank you, Doctor Wei!
If the full score is 10, I will give my performance eight points.
Grandma and grandpa were very sad. Mom was their only child, but she was still calm when she accepted the news of her death. She told her father and I to visit them often during festivals.
In my impression, they always ignore their mother's depression, and at most they just call each other and chat.
But when I had a headache and fever, I quickly remembered my father.
Dad arranged for them to have a diagnosis and treatment, and they didn't even say thank you.
I don’t like my grandma and grandpa, but my father glared at me and told me to shut up, telling me to swallow these words.
Fortunately, my grandparents were very considerate of my father and asked me to tell me that they might even breathe a sigh of relief.
In their opinion, mother is undoubtedly a burden to father.
Now that my mother is gone, dad can think more about himself.
I agree with my grandparents very much, but my father's reaction was just a smile.
He exhausted himself every day and used his busyness to deal with the pain of losing his wife.
As for me, after losing my mother, I cried every day, my eyes almost fell out, but at this time I could clearly feel my physiological changes.
The most obvious thing is that when I have menstruation, I feel so painful that I want to die.
At the age of eleven, the school once taught us about adolescence.
That was our first time that men and women were divided into classes, and I was deeply impressed.
Many girls are both expecting and worried, but I am quite disappointed.
Although I felt various changes in my body, increasing my height, growing body hair, and bulging my breasts, these had no effect on my life.
Even at the age of twelve, I have studied various styles and brands of sanitary napkins at most in supermarkets.
It’s very fixed when it starts and ends, and I even save on recording time and counting the days.
Now it's different.
I became irritable, irritable, impatient, and would get angry or cry if I had a little bit of trouble.
The visit time of Red Friends has also become elusive, with a long and short duration.
The hot summer in August was unbearable and I almost stopped going out and spent more time at home than ever.
Maybe all of these can be explained by losing your mother just now, but there is no reason why hormones are also out of control like a derailed train.
I was half lying on the bed, next to me with a laptop, and a movie I downloaded from the Internet was placed in the screen.
The male protagonist inside was naked, revealing his strong arms and chest.
He walked around the room, his jeans hanging down to his hips, and his hair on his belly stretched toward his crotch.
I was excited and stared at his every move without blinking.
In the past two months, I have read countless pornographic films, which are like poisoning, and I can't stop.
I long for male attention, more than anything else.
It's awful, especially when a man lives under the same roof as me.
Very perverted, but I just wanted to use my fingers to stroke his black hair, kiss his plump lips, and imagine that he had a strong desire for me like a lover.
I almost put the male protagonist in all the pornographic films into my father. The shame in my heart could not stop my fantasy, but instead made my skin hot and itchy, and my legs would tightly clamp my falling vagina.
These are experiences I have never had before.
I grabbed the water bottle and took two big sips.
Even though my thoughts were released, I kept trying to maintain my original appearance with my father.
If you can handle family affairs by yourself, don’t bother your father, purchase, clean, and receive condolence visitors.
My father worked even harder. In addition to work, he would take me with him wherever he went, especially the funeral arrangements related to his mother. He would let me give advice and contribute.
On the surface, we are still close father and daughter, but in terms of attitude towards me, his tense nerves have not relaxed at all.
I have no doubt about this, but both of them deliberately ignore it.
In recent days, I can only see my dad at breakfast.When he came back from the hospital after the night shift, we would talk about mom and Wei Feng, but most of the time we just had a meal quietly.
After our trip to Huaquan Mountain, we can never go back.
I clicked on another video, and the picture was buffered for a moment. Then a beautiful woman in her twenties opened the clinic door and saw the man in a white coat on her seat. She smiled charmingly: Hey, doctor!
The man in the white coat glanced at the woman's bulging body, and replied lustfully: Hello, Ah, where is he uncomfortable?
The beautiful woman put down her handbag, walked straight to the man, then squatted between the man's legs, and said in a coquettish way: It's uncomfortable everywhere, especially... She gave the doctor a look, you know, her body... itchy.
I curled my lips and it turned out that adults act like this. Just pinch my throat and change 'me' to 'other'.
Now, take off your clothes and lie on the bed, I want to check your... body... the most private place.The male protagonist in the film said while lifting his muscular arms and wiping his hair on his forehead.
His biceps were bulging and his abs were trembling.
The beautiful woman took off all her legs in a few seconds. The doctor touched and pinched the woman's body, and stayed on her breasts for a particularly long time. Until she touched her private parts, she said with a lewd smile: Your pussy is slutty and needs the penis to relieve itching.
As he said that, he unbuttoned his pants and his erect cock popped out instantly.
The beautiful woman's eyes lit up and she said happily: Wow... The doctor's dick is so hard... Well... it's still so big... You must help others to relieve itching and treat diseases...
My whole body is buzzing, I am about to explode.
Turning off the computer, I went into the bathroom.
I still recalled the situation I saw in the porn film just now. Sometimes the doctor was kneading the woman's breasts, sometimes the woman was holding the doctor's penis, and sometimes the close-up of the penis coming in and out under the woman.
I followed my example, put one hand on my chest and held my soft and towering breasts, constantly playing with my nipples.
The other hand covered her private parts and stroked her violently, and her two fingers bent slightly into her vagina, but she couldn't figure it out after touching her for a long time.
The stuffy and small space makes me breathless.
Not to mention that it is fun, it is not even a minimum comfort.
I really wonder why the book says that masturbation is most suitable for taking a shower. I have also read a lot of pornographic films, but it is not the case at all.
I turned the water temperature down, and it was impossible to masturbate, so I could only take a shower to calm myself down.
But the bathroom was still too stuffy, so I wrapped a bath towel and couldn't wait to walk out of the bathroom.
I was lazy and didn't bother wiping it, so I went to the sofa in the living room to dry naturally.
At this time, the sound of the door unlocking sounded.
My father is back, and I am lying on the sofa without moving.
If I didn't speak, he wouldn't have noticed that I was lying in the living room.
My father came in through the gate and walked straight towards his room. Unexpectedly, he stopped when he passed by my room.
Maybe I didn't see me, so I walked to the kitchen or balcony, which are places I often stay.
It turned out that the first thing my father did when he came back was to look for me. I grinned silently and felt very happy.
Ranran, put on your clothes, Dad's voice came from not far away, it was very small.
I opened my eyes and found him standing on the other side of the living room.
My father was a little embarrassed and his eyes flew over my chest as he turned his head away.
Only then did I realize that the bath towel was wrinkled and moved, revealing a large area of skin under my neck and two white breasts.
I just said I was covering it up, but then I pouted my lips, imitating the woman I just saw in the porn movie, and complained in a coquettish voice: Is it so hot!
Dad frowned and I deliberately stuck out my tongue and licked it.I don't know what's wrong with myself, and I'm desperate to drive him crazy, just like he's driving me crazy.
My father's chin was tense, and he looked away and said: Go to the supermarket downstairs to buy some milk. I finished drinking it at home yesterday, and I forgot when I came back just now.
I supported my elbows and supported my upper body. My period just ended and my breasts were still rising. I was very happy that my size was one size larger than usual.
My father's eyes fell on my breasts again, and then he turned around quickly, and my heart trembled.
Go back to your room and buy it after getting dressed.He yelled at me and went back to his room.
Even though I knew my father couldn't see it, I rolled my eyes at him and then went back to the room to change my clothes.
I was talking about going out with my wallet, but I was thinking of making pranks. I opened the door but didn't go out, but pushed it and closed it.
He quietly walked back to his father's room without a sound, ready to scare him.
When I was a child, my father often played this trick to tease me before going to work, and asked if I would study and do my homework at my desk honestly.
Dad sat by the bed and pushed his pants to his muscular thighs.
I was stunned, watching him with his eyes closed and his head raised, supporting him on the bed with one hand and holding the thick erection in the other hand, stroking up and down.
This is the latest and most popular thing I have ever seen. Compared with Dad's, those pornographic films are not worth mentioning at all.
Dad clenched his erection hard, and his throat moaned happily.When my name came out of his mouth, I was so scared that I was stiff all over, thinking that he had discovered the voyeurism.
Then, a thick and sticky semen shot out from the top of the thick and long erection. I watched my dad stroking a huge erection in the squirt, and streams of semen drifted through beautiful arcs and landed on the oak floor.
I didn't wake up until he stood up while cursing, turned around and hid behind the curtains in the corridor window, praying not to be discovered by my father.
Fortunately, my father just walked into the bathroom, and the sound of running water in the shower came from inside.
I quickly took the opportunity to run to the door, carefully pulled the door lock and pushed it open, then inserted the key into the door lock, twisted the lock and closed the door, and released the key bit by bit to lock the door.
After doing all this, my forehead was full of sweat. Peeping at my father's masturbation made me feel that I was very obscene and dirty, but I was powerless.
I was like I was addicted, and my father's ejaculation scene was played back in my mind over and over again.
This situation has finally eased as high school admissions finally came to an ease, and boarding schools only allow students to go home on weekends.Dad and I didn’t say it, but everyone seemed to be relieved and couldn’t wait to welcome a new chapter in my life.
I don’t know if the school is trying to give us freshmen a warning, but the first thing in the new semester is that everyone is dragged to the military camp for two weeks of closed training.
This is our first time living a group life and everyone is excited.
Although I had military training in junior high school, I learned some basic movements at that time.
This time it was different. The instructors were so fierce that everyone complained after just one day of practice.
There is no wind in the hot weather, and although it is September, the sun is still hot and vicious.
We can be dried up even if we are sunburned, let alone training.
A simple movement cannot be practiced for several hours, and the instructor was so anxious that he cursed.
We also suffered. We were like meat skewers on the training ground. We turned left and right as the instructor's command. After baking the front and the back, we were really good to eat.
Few people in the class can endure such hardships. Not to mention girls, even boys start to complain.
But the instructor is awesome. Not to mention being lazy, he will be scolded if he says one more word, and then he will be scolded.
We really have no backbone. Although we scolded our father and mother countless times, we still had to bow our heads and give in to the strict devil instructors.
Not only that, no matter how lazy or perfunctory we are, we can be scolded by the instructors as if we were injected with blood, and yelled heart-wrenchingly on the training ground.
During the night break, everyone called home and cried to the parents, complaining about how bad the instructor was.
I also sent a message to my father, but the response I received was very dull.
My father went to Military Medical University, and in his opinion, this little bit of hardship is nothing.
The two weeks of military training were finally over, and I couldn't wait to go home.
I have never left home in my life. I have never thought about the quality of the family, nor have I realized the importance of warm winter and cool summer, let alone the bed is a hundred times more comfortable than the hard boards in the military camp.
After entering the house, the room was quiet.Calculate the time point, dad should still be in the hospital.I lifted my luggage and prepared to take off my clothes and take a shower, but my father suddenly appeared at the door.
Come back?He looked me up and down, with a smile on his lips.
Do you still know me?I felt angry and my tone couldn't help but rush.
Not only did I lose weight in two weeks, but I was even dark like coal balls, and it must be ugly.
What stupid things to say?Dad said angrily: Is it just a military training? My Wei family’s child will not be able to endure such hardship.
Well, who can’t wear a high hat? You obviously don’t have time to spend on me, so don’t say it’s nice.I snorted, took off my shoes, and spread my hair out again.
During the military training for two weeks, my father never took the initiative to contact me.
The cart pulled us from the barracks to the school, and a large number of parents at the door were waiting there early to pick up their children.
As for my father, it is of course more important than seeing me earlier!
Am I waiting for you to come back at home?Dad pointed at himself, waved at me, and said: Get rid of it, I'll take you out for dinner tonight.
Oh, that's about the same.Although I still wanted to blame him, I couldn't help but grin.
I was very moved that my father could free up this little and wait for me at home.He was also angry that he was obviously very concerned about why he looked cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
I pushed him away and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
As soon as the lock sounded, I leaned against the door and sighed, and my heart slowly returned to normal rhythm.
After returning from Huaquan Mountain, I discovered a rule.
As long as I act a little closer, my father will face me very seriously, as if I am not his daughter, but a staff member.
And if I alienate him, once the two of them show signs of neglect, he will become the kind father who loves his daughter.
Our father-daughter relationship cannot be controlled by whom.
Is this his expectation of father and daughter getting along?Why change?Mom is gone?Or have I grown up?Or both.
I took off my clothes and looked at my naked body in the mirror in a daze.
The black hair between the crotch covers the delicate and hidden private parts and can't see anything.
My eyes moved up and I reached out to weigh my pretty well-developed breasts.
Although the size is still not big, as long as I am diligent in massage, I am not afraid of becoming too big at this age.
Immediately sixteen, I should talk about marriage and having children two hundred years ago.
After taking a shower, I wrapped my hair with a towel, then changed into a light-colored pajama wrapped from head to toe, and walked to my father's study with aloe vera gel. I pushed the door open and walked in without knocking.
What's wrong?Dad was sitting at the desk, holding a pen in his hand.
I slowly floated in and closed the door with my backhand.
He stuffed the aloe paste into his hand, then pulled the chair and sat next to him, saying: Doctor Wei, please help the patient. It hurts when he was taking a shower just now, and his skin must be sunburned.
My father was holding the aloe paste and didn't move. I turned my back to him, pulled my pajamas gently, and the collar slid down from my shoulders, revealing my neck and back.
I turned my head and looked behind me, and said with innocence and grievance: Look, Doctor Wei, I have all peeled off a layer of skin. Isn’t they lying to you?
My father still didn't say anything, and I looked up and just met him.He sighed, and finally compromised: OK.
I turned my head and smirked with my lips, my eyes filled with pride and joy.'Other's move is really right, it's not in vain to watch the pornographic movies.
Dad first took off his collar, wiped the dripping water on his back, and then applied some aloe paste.
The moment the cold lotion touched my skin, I couldn't help but feel aroused.
Then his warm fingers gently wandered on the back of his neck. The thin calluses on his fingertips scraped the delicate skin. The stimulation of ice and heat intertwined, and a hint of joy came from a hint of numbness.
Wei Maorong, I plucked up the courage to call him by his name, wanted to test it further, and asked coquettishly: Do you feel sorry for seeing that someone is so miserable?
Don't call my name.Dad's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was stern but he couldn't hide his hoarseness.
OK, take your time step by step, don't be too greedy.I was not affected by his harsh refusal at all. I came back again in the tone I just said, Dad, don’t you feel sorry for me when I see someone is so miserable?
What's wrong with this? If you endure some hardship can sharpen your will and make your body stronger. I wish you could come to military training like this every year.Although your skin is a little tanned, you look healthier and more energetic!Dad talked about the benefits of military training and did not forget to quickly pull up the clothes slid on both sides of his shoulders to cover them.
So, do you like what I look like now?I was happy as soon as I heard this, turned to face my father, opened my clothes, carefully covering the upper edge of my breasts, and asked clingingly: There is also the front, you can help me wipe it.
Dad looked at me meaningfully, but he didn't want to bother me.
I simply closed my eyes, raised my chin, and sat there stubbornly.
After a while, a cool feeling came again. I opened my eyes and found that my father lowered his head, rubbed it meticulously, and did not move at all.
Go and blow your hair and change your clothes, let's go out for a meal.After dad finished wiping, he urged.
I suddenly hooked my father's neck and pulled him in front of me, then straddled him, forcing the two of them to look at each other.I was so close that I could see my appearance in my dad's pupils.
I haven't seen you for two weeks, I miss you very much.I didn't call him dad, but just talked nakedly, and then couldn't help but stick it forward and kissed him on the lips.
Before my father could push me away, I jumped out of him, put it in front of him with aloe paste, and said: Thank you, Doctor Wei!
If the full score is 10, I will give my performance eight points.
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