Jiang Yining: [And you don't have to be afraid. When that time comes, you won't have time to think about whether it hurts or not.]

Zhang Qiao said: [I am a little nervous, what should I do?]

She didn't feel this nervous when she took the initiative to flirt with Song Xingjin before.

Jiang Yining replied: [I think Song Xingjin might be even more nervous than you.]

Not long ago, Song Xingjin didn't know what she said to He Chi, but He Chi kept pestering her to see her phone.

I guess he wanted to provoke Song Xingjin.

Men are sometimes really childish, and Jiang Yining is too lazy to talk to him.

After talking with Jiang Yining, Zhang Qiao heard Song Xingjin asking her to wash her hands and prepare for dinner.

At the dinner table, Zhang Qiao pointed to the table in the living room.

Song Xingjin glanced at him calmly, still remaining uncharacteristically calm.

Zhang Qiao looked at his reaction and found that Song Xingjin was not more nervous than her as Jiang Yining said.

Song Xingjin slowly peeled the shrimp for her and placed it in her bowl. "Try it. I didn't put too much chili in it."

Zhang Qiao picked up the chopsticks and tasted the food. Although Song Xingjin's cooking skills were not as good as Jiang Yining's, they were already very good.

She couldn't help but give Song Xingjin a thumbs up, "Song Xingjin, you're good at it, it's delicious."

Song Xingjin said in a dark tone, "Oh, I thought I couldn't do it."

"cough......"

Zhang Qiao almost choked. She took the cup of water handed to her by Song Xingjin and drank a sip to calm herself down.

After dinner, she wanted to wash the dishes, and Song Xingjin held her hand and said, "I'll do it."

He stared at her, his dark eyes churning with different emotions, and said meaningfully, "Go to the bedroom bathroom to take a shower first. There are clean bathrobes."

Zhang Qiao managed to say "oh" calmly, but her face flushed uncontrollably.

Seeing her obviously flustered steps, Song Xingjin curled his lips slightly.

He thought she was straightforward and bold and would not be shy so easily.

When Zhang Qiao was blow-drying her hair, Song Xingjin knocked on the door and came in. He took the hair dryer from her hand and helped her blow-dry her hair.

Ten minutes later, Song Xingjin put away the hair dryer and stood in front of the mirror. He circled the people in front of him.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her ear and the side of her neck, causing ripples wherever he touched.

Zhang Qiao's breathing became increasingly disordered. She turned around and kissed Song Xingjin, listening to his increasingly heavy breathing.

Song Xingjin picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed and pressed her down.

Her bathrobe was easy to take off. In order to reduce her nervousness, Song Xingjin only turned on a warm yellow bedside lamp.

Neither of them had any experience and could only follow their body's instincts.

Zhang Qiao hugged his neck to respond, and a slightly salty taste spread in her mouth, which were beads of sweat dripping from Song Xingjin's forehead.

Song Xingjin was patient enough. Seeing her frowning in impatience, he slowed down his movements, lowered his head and kissed her, distracting her until she could fully accept him.

After the passion, both of them were sweating profusely.

Zhang Qiao leaned on Song Xingjin's chest, and they both breathed slowly together.

Song Xingjin played with her long hair and asked her, "Can we do it again?"

The man's voice was low and sexy, with a hint of lust still lingering.

Before she could answer, Song Xingjin lowered his head and kissed her again.

Zhang Qiao was completely irrational because of him. She bit her lip and said to him, "Song Xingjin, you must have been a seductive fox in your previous life."

Song Xingjin seemed to laugh, "I have to prove it, so as not to be told 'no'."

He emphasized these two words, and Zhang Qiao regretted it deeply. Men really hold grudges in this regard. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)