Chapter 43 Night Talk "It's time to buy new underwear."

"Of course I did. I didn't think about you and why I ended up here."

Jiang Zong's answer was so straightforward, and his gaze was so straightforward, staring at her straight, which made her cheeks flush and she felt embarrassed.

She turned her face away, a few strands of hair gathered around her snow-white swan neck. Jiang Zong's Adam's apple moved, and he put his hands on her swan neck. He heard her whisper, "What are you going to bring me?"

Qiao Ruoying asked this to change the subject.

Jiang Zong also handed her the gift box. When she opened it, she saw that it was a bottle of La Prairie Caviar Eye Cream.

She recognized it because Zeng Fan kept saying "lapairie is a luxury eye cream" in the office every day.

"I used to have dark circles under my eyes, but after applying this, I was able to reduce them effectively."

Jiang Zong also looked at her.

He didn't come to stay overnight with her these days, so she didn't have to stay up late. Her skin returned to its former translucent and delicate state. The skin on the sides of her face seemed transparent, with blood vessels clearly visible, and there was no trace of dark circles.

Qiao Ruoying held the glass body of the eye cream in her hand; it felt heavy.

It seemed that Jiang Zong also gave her gifts, all of which he had carefully researched. He would give her what she really needed or lacked.

But she still grumbled, "Relying on eye cream to reduce dark circles is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

"Why don't you stop bothering me at night? I'll go to bed early and won't have dark circles under my eyes."

Jiang Zong also smiled, his fingers moved to her earlobe and pinched it gently.

"Yingying, refusing to sleep with me just to avoid dark circles under your eyes is like throwing the baby out with the bathwater."

"However," he changed the subject. "We can discuss the frequency and duration of the discussion tonight."

Sounds like there's room for negotiation?

Qiao Ruoying's eyes suddenly sparkled as if filled with mountain dew, and she nodded repeatedly.

An hour later.

Qiao Ruoying changed into her pajamas, half-leaned on the bed, and sent messages to Qiao Ruoqi on her mobile phone, continuing to comfort her sister.

She heard Jiang Zongye's footsteps and saw the man wrapped in a bath towel walking towards the bed. He was tall and handsome, and the lines of his profile were particularly three-dimensional in the dim light. Water droplets rolled down his tight abdominal muscles.

She moved to the side of the bed, making a lot of space for him.

Jiang Zong also dried his hair, turned his back to her and changed the bath towel into a nightgown. His back was covered with a thin layer of muscle, which contracted and stretched, each time bringing out full hormones.

The towering figure, as tall as a mountain, was soon covered by a black bathrobe.

Jiang Zong also lifted the quilt and half leaned on the headboard. He tilted his head to see her slender, white hands unscrewing the lid of the eye cream, taking out a little snow-white paste from it and applying it under her eyes.

"Come, I'll help you apply it."

Jiang Zongye said this, half-bending his knees on either side of her, the two of them facing each other.

The light from the small chandelier beside the bed was like a lemon-yellow cone, which also enclosed them.

Both of them had just finished taking a shower, their skin was delicate and soft. They looked at each other face to face at close range, and were both stunned.

Jiang Zongye's eyes traced her face.

His Yingying is so beautiful, so pretty, even after taking a bath she is still so beautiful, so beautiful that she looks good with light or heavy makeup.

Qiao Ruoying thought to herself, the big boss is so handsome, even more handsome than the idol male stars on TV.

He is so handsome, but why doesn’t he behave like a human being sometimes?

"Didn't you say you would help me apply it?" She turned her face away shyly, speaking softly, her voice as sweet as honey.

Jiang Zong also took the eye cream from her hand, put his knuckles into the cream, scooped out a piece, and applied it under her eyes.

Qiao Ruoying felt her eyelids suddenly become "heavy".

Jiang Zong also applied facial cream to her, but how could it be like applying it on her face? Even if she had money, she wouldn't use facial cream like that.

"I accidentally put too much on." He whispered, spreading the cream evenly on her face, and continued to look at her beautiful face. Because of her bath, her face was red and white, and particularly bright.

She raised her long eyelashes and scolded him: "You are so clumsy."

Jiang Zong was usually so smart and capable, and she finally found a point that made her laugh at him.

"Use the extra on your face. Well, there's too much on your face."

She spoke softly, and suddenly fell silent as if she was frozen in place.

Because, when Jiang Zong was pushing the cream off her face, his elbow touched the soft part under her collar.

The first time, it was accidental, but the next time, he did it on purpose...

There was a hazy look in the girl Lizhi's eyes, like a spring rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

Why does this person want to take advantage of her even when applying eye cream to her?

Jiang Zong was also used to being a "rogue" and had no shame. He lowered his head and pecked her collarbone, "How about applying it here?"

This place doesn't get any sunlight and won't develop spots, so why apply it here?

She was angry and was about to move his big hand away to stop him from causing trouble, when she suddenly heard his hoarse voice:

"Yingying, you're different here than before."

It’s different…

She was stunned for two seconds before she realized that he was referring to...

Recently, she really felt that this place was swollen and her underwear couldn't even hold the little rabbit.

No wonder she always feels that her underwear is so tight lately.

"It's time to buy new underwear, Yingying." Jiang Zongye said in a hoarse voice, holding her armpits with his arms and laying her flat on the sheets. He was still lying down, but he used his limbs to distribute the weight so as not to put his weight on her.

“…” Qiao Ruoying was embarrassed.

Why is there a second "development"? Could it be Jiang Zongye...

Sure enough, Jiang Zong also had the same idea.

The physiological urge in his voice couldn't be concealed, and he said hoarsely, "My efforts paid off, huh?"

“…”

It's fine to just think about this in your mind, why say it out loud?

Qiao Ruoying was embarrassed, and she clenched her slender white fingers into a fist to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist and kissed her fist on his lips. He then said seriously:

"Yingying wants to buy new underwear."

He was telling the truth, she was indeed going to buy a new one.

"I'll buy it myself." Qiao Ruoying said softly.

"We have to buy them together. I want to see them too. Buy something nice and wear it for me to see."

“…”

Under his attack, Qiao Ruoying's face almost turned red like a ripe shrimp.

Why is the old man talking more and more dirty talk, and he also wants to buy intimate clothes with her...

Then she looked at him again: his sculpted brow bones, his high nose, his sharp, thin lips, his expression calm, even a bit restrained and abstinent. But the contrast between his words and those of abstinence made the impact on her even greater.

He also asked her to wear it for him to see.

She won’t wear it!

"Yingying, we're going to raise little rabbits together from now on."

Jiang Zong also rubbed her neck with the tip of his nose, then lifted a corner of the thin blanket and took a look at the tender tofu in his palm.

It's so delicate, and it's already red. If she wears inappropriate underwear, won't it get even redder when rubbed? Just thinking about the precious thing he cherishes being rubbed red, he can't accept it. He said in a hoarse voice:

"I need to buy the right ones this time and change all the fabrics to silk. If that doesn't work, I'll have them custom-made, okay?"

Custom-made underwear?

Qiao Ruoying was embarrassed for a moment. Actually, she was not that delicate. There was no need for her to have silk underwear custom-made.

However, maybe Jiang Zong also wants her to wear something sexier and more romantic?

Humph, don’t think she doesn’t know about this old man who is secretly plotting something bad!

The night was quiet, and a lingering, soft fragrance of a young girl kept drifting into his tall nose. He hugged her like this again, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

It was just because he had promised not to bother her tonight, so she was extremely restrained and endured it.

After all, sustainable development is still a matter of concern, and he also has to consider her feelings.

After finally spreading the cream evenly on her face, Jiang Zong turned over and lay on his back on the sheets, looking at the ceiling and calming his breathing.

Qiao Ruoying also looked at the ceiling.

The soft feeling seeped into the cracks between her bones and spread throughout her limbs, making her feel it instantly.

The girl kicked the quilt with her snow-white toes, and it felt like ants were crawling into her heart, making her feel itchy.

"Yingying," Jiang Zongye's voice was hoarse. "Do you like being with me...?"

“…”

He asked so directly that Qiao Ruoying thought he was trying to "seduce" her into saying something embarrassing, and she bit her lip in embarrassment.

However, only his serious voice echoed in the small room.

"Yingying, tell me your true feelings. Tell me where we're not compatible and make some adjustments, okay?"

Jiang Zong also enjoyed and liked doing this with her. He also sincerely hoped that she could enjoy and like it. He wanted to serve her and explore the most primitive yet purest happiness in the world with her.

Is this what he said today, is it okay tonight?

Unexpectedly, he also respected and cared about her feelings in this regard.

The topic was serious but also a little bit nonsensical, and the air in the small room was filled with a hint of ambiguity.

She ignored her shyness and spoke her true thoughts: "It goes on too long every time. Can't it be ended earlier?"

Sure enough, this little girl still thinks the single time is too long.

Jiang Zongye's mind suddenly flashed back to the last moment, her delicate and frail figure, begging for mercy in a gentle manner, her eyes shimmering red, her cries like a cat's meow...

"Okay, I'll try to finish within an hour and a half from now on."

Being begged by her like this, Jiang Zong also felt pity for her and gently kissed her on the forehead.

"If a single session is too long, we won't do it three times a night anymore."

Qiao Ruoying was delighted when she heard this, but she didn't expect Jiang Zong to have another sentence:

"Just try to spread it out over the day, okay?"

“…”

Well, it turns out that the old man never treats himself badly in this regard.

However, she actually wanted to.

After a few words, Qiao Ruoying thought the conversation was over and closed her eyes to sleep, but Jiang Zongye held her in his arms, letting her rest her cheek in the depression formed by his shoulder, with his chin resting on the top of her head.

The two were very close, and she could hear his deep voice above her head.

"So what does Yingying like each time we meet?"

“…”

She almost wanted to cover her face.

Why did he even ask this? She was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to hit him.

It seemed like Jiang Zong just deserved a beating tonight.

"We need to communicate. If Yingying doesn't tell me, how can I know which one you liked best, and how can I make sure you like the rest as well?"

His voice was lazy, slow, even with a bit of intonation, and it was convincing.

Qiao Ruoying felt that she was gradually being convinced by him.

After all, isn't the purpose of doing this kind of thing to make yourself happy?

We need to communicate with each other, point out the points that satisfy each other, and improve the shortcomings, so that we can improve our technology and experience time and time again.

To her, Jiang Zongye sometimes went too far...

"Sometimes... you seem to be all in my stomach." As she spoke, her soft hand stopped at the center of her ribs. She trembled unconsciously when she recalled the feeling of being pierced.

The girl in my arms was trembling slightly.

Jiang Zongye's eyes were dim, and his plump, spindle-shaped Adam's apple was outlined by the lemon-yellow light, rolling up and down.

Hot sweat dripped from his forehead.

Yingying, she herself didn't know that she was very attractive. She said such words with such an innocent look and pitifully, which was simply a blatant seduction to him.

He endured himself, and even his voice became a few degrees hoarser.

"Then be gentler from now on, huh?"

“…”

Qiao Ruoying thought about it and felt that this was not her original intention.

"No need. Just do whatever you want."

In fact, there were several times when she felt something she had never felt before when he was being unrestrained...

"So, among the ones we had before, which one did you like best?"

Qiao Ruoying recalled.

In fact, when she thinks about it carefully, there was never a time when she was particularly dissatisfied, and Jiang Zong never failed to satisfy her. He would only give her enough pleasure, so much that it was full and overflowing.

What impressed her most were those nights of extreme physical and psychological experience...for example, the one at the Bulgari Hotel and the one in the group lounge.

It made her afraid, yet unable to stop.

"Well... that time at the Bulgari Hotel." She whispered in his arms, her breath as sweet as orchid, and the sweet and soft breath she exhaled lightly brushed across his neck, bringing waves of itch.

He moved a little further away, putting some distance between them.

Jiang Zong also recalled.

That time at the Bulgari Hotel, he knew she was still a little white rabbit, obedient and inexperienced, so he was extra gentle and waited until she felt something before he put her...

"Yingying likes gentle ones?" He pecked her ear. "Do you like long foreplay?"

She nodded hesitantly. Actually, she also liked directness. Afraid he'd misunderstand her, she explained, "I like that kind of thing in the office, too."

Jiang Zong also laughed softly, his laughter was as low as the bubbles bursting in a can of Coke, and the low and crisp sound of the bubbles spread out, deep and crisp.

He finally understood that even though she was crying so hard, she was actually enjoying it deep down.

Thinking of this, he actually felt a little excited, as if he was blown by a spring breeze, and every pore in his body was clamoring.

At this moment, he heard the rustling of the thin quilt. Qiao Ruoying bit her lip, her face flushed, as if stained by the morning glow, her face hazy and intoxicated. Jiang Zong also grasped her wrist and pressed against her again, his voice extremely low and hoarse.

"Yingying, do you want to..."

“…”

Qiao Ruoying was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to bury herself. Or maybe she just couldn't stand it. Why was she just chatting...

"It's so late now." She said weakly.

If it took more than an hour, including the time they both needed to take a shower and clean themselves, she was afraid that there wouldn't be enough time.

"It's okay, I'll help you." Jiang Zong also gave a dry kiss to the inside of her wrist, and without saying anything, he lifted her pea green quilt.

Qiao Ruoying understood what he meant by "help" and wanted to stop him out of embarrassment.

The man's low and hoarse voice was like long fingers slowly plucking the strings of a cello, resonating pleasantly in the cello cavity.

"Yingying, let go, don't cover it."

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The author has something to say: Chiang Kai-shek must be very happy tonight. [Sunglasses][Sunglasses]