Chapter 49 My lover will stay with me until I'm pregnant, okay? ...

The sound of the shower dripping around them broke into a misty spray, completely soaking the enchanting atmosphere. The heat and moisture mingled, rising between the two of them, each breath carrying a moist and fiery warmth.

Ning Jiu realized he was serious and couldn't believe that someone like Qiao Bolin would say such a thing.

"You wouldn't do that, I have a boyfriend now..."

"I don't mind."

His words were like a bolt from the blue, and what was most terrifying was that his actions told her that he wasn't just talking.

The hands that had been supporting her waist suddenly moved downwards, their long, distinct fingers landing on her bare, delicate skin, bringing with them a chill that was hard to describe. The next moment, the hem of her skirt was torn apart, the precious fabric making a soft crackling sound between her fingers. Ning Jiu's heart tightened, and she almost stopped breathing.

“Joe Bolin…” she gritted her teeth and reminded him again, “I have a boyfriend and you’re still like this, you’re the other woman.”

third party.

This word seems to have absolutely no connection to the man in front of me.

Even though he was soaked by the shower, the person in front of me was not at all disheveled. The water flowed down the fabric and clung to his white shirt, outlining his waist and chest, which were even more muscular than they had been five years ago.

His wet hair clung to his forehead and between his deep brow bones, breaking away from his usual aloofness and adding a touch of unruliness that made it hard to look away.

"third party......"

As Qiao Bolin pondered the word she uttered, to Ning Jiu's surprise, he felt no remorse or shame whatsoever. If there was any, it was only a hint of amusement in the calm tone of his voice, as if she were bestowing upon him a title of praise.

"A lover?"

Even when the polite man uttered those two words, it was as natural as mentioning a technical term in a conference report. His fair fingers, which were usually used to flip through documents, deftly parted the skirt he had torn to shreds, exploring the hottest part of his skin.

"I don't mind."

She has a boyfriend now. He doesn't mind.

He wouldn't mind being her lover.

With the glass, damp with water droplets, pressed against her back, Ning Jiu had no way out. His knee pressed against her smooth, shapely thigh, slightly squeezing and indenting it. The touch of his index finger, exploring deeper, was not gentle. The calloused caress deliberately brushed past the place she craved most, stirring up a burning itch like a smoldering fire amidst the astringent pain.

She tilted her long neck back, her eyes unfocused as she gazed at the showerhead spraying freely between them. She bit her lip, trying her best not to make a sound, but the alluring flush at the corners of her eyes betrayed her.

"Say it out, baby." But the person in front of her had ulterior motives, teasingly sucking on her earlobe while encouraging her, "I love hearing your voice at this moment."

They were hugging and kissing just now, and Ning Jiu's phone was left at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom at some point. The phone is ringing now, most likely Su Ming is calling because he found Ning Jiu missing and is worried.

The woman with snow-white skin was pressed against the shower glass covered in water droplets. The sound of the showerhead drowned out the repeated ringing of the telephone. Whether it was because of the touch on her sensitive area or the effect of the telephone ringing, Ning Jiu's beautiful back tensed up even more. The fingers that were moving over her smooth skin quickly noticed her abnormality. Qiao Bolin reached out his other hand and began to slowly and methodically untie his already wet tie.

"Is your body reacting so strongly because you don't want him to hear you, or do you want him to hear you?"

Ning Jiu couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as his well-defined fingers were moistened and swirled around, feeling his rewarding kiss land on the corner of his mouth.

"I'll take the phone and let him listen to what we're doing, okay?"

The moment those words were spoken, Ning Jiu suddenly looked up, her disbelief barely visible in the steaming mist. She felt his movements without the slightest pause, his fingers intertwining with hers, which was adorned with an engagement ring.

She recalled her first impression of him when she met him in high school, and felt that he was a stranger to her now.

"So pitiful, it looks like she's about to cry."

Qiao Bolin gently wiped away the tears that spilled from the corners of his eyes, but his movements did not stop. His skin touched the warm water droplets without any cover, and Ning Jiu trembled uncontrollably.

"Don't you want him involved?"

"You weren't like this before..."

She felt the force that seemed to be branded into her very bones, and her throat became almost hoarse.

More than being overheard by Su Ming, she was concerned about how Qiao Bolin had ended up like this.

But the latter clearly misunderstood.

“Everyone has two sides.” Long, slender fingers penetrated deeper, arousing the body even more. “How do you know that the person I am now isn’t the real me?”

“Oh, right,” his dark, tousled hair was wet on his forehead, his high, straight nose brushing against his soft skin, inch by inch down, “You said that you never cared about me, that you only treated me as a dog to pass the time when you were bored in high school, of course you wouldn’t care what the real me was like.”

She didn't want him anymore; he was never in her eyes; she only loved herself.

As Qiao Bolin gazed at her flushed and dazed eyes, which were swollen with pleasure, he told himself this.

She's a complete fraud.

He hated her to death.

To make her understand how much he hated her, he was willing to recklessly pour all his hatred, desire, and the last remaining bit of love into her, so that even someone as cold-blooded and ruthless as her could feel even a fraction of the pain he had experienced.

Joel Berlin is using her own words to belittle himself.

The tingling sensation overwhelmed her, causing her vision to blur. Ning Jiu felt as if she were about to evaporate, like a water droplet stuck to glass. Amidst the mist, his lean body pressed against her with just the right amount of force. She groaned as she was bumped, but his warm palm touched the back of her head.

"Why are you so obedient to others, but so cruel to me?"

His thin skin bulged with gnarled veins, and his palm first protected her head from hitting the glass behind her, then slowly slid down to the back of her neck.

"Ning Jiu, I'm not hard to win over at all." A passionate kiss landed on her trembling skin, exchanging warmth. "If you look back at me, I'm yours."

For a fleeting moment, as her mind cleared from the pleasure, Ning Jiu loosened her grip on her lip: "Qiao Bolin, you're not wearing a mask..." "I know," he replied softly, "until you get pregnant, okay?" This madman. She yelled at him hoarsely, "Do you know what you're doing?" His movements stopped. Just when Ning Jiu thought Qiao Bolin was going to back away, the man moved even closer to her. Her eyes stung with pain, and she bit his shoulder in a fit of rage. He let her vent all her dissatisfaction and resentment on him.

“Remember, five years ago I was able to keep us from being found by the outside world, and I can do it again now.” His body was clearly hot, but his eyes were calm, so calm that it sent chills down your spine. “I suddenly feel a little regretful. If I had washed you clean time and time again five years ago, would we have been together for a very long time by now?”

"We will have a lovely little child, who will lock me up and lock you up, we will never be apart—"

Ning Jiu interrupted him: "All I know is that if you don't wear it, I will never forgive you." The air fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a faint noise came from outside the door. The top-floor suite was well soundproofed, so the noise at this level was probably coming closer to the door. It was likely that Su Ming had become suspicious because he couldn't get through to her on the phone and had come here to cause trouble.

Ning Jiu heard the noise, but his face remained expressionless. In his heart, he was already restless and could hardly contain himself. His chest rose and fell slightly. At such a close distance, he could certainly feel it.

Qiao Bolin looked at her for a long, long time.

He suddenly laughed.

“Between us,” his voice was so soft it was almost drowned out by the sound of the water, “there’s no longer any question of who forgives whom.”

Qiao Bolin ultimately didn't fully penetrate her. However, Ning Jiu was still tormented by him for quite some time. Her skin, which was already delicate, had turned red after an hour or two, making the small mole on the inside look particularly pitiful.

In her drowsy state, she felt a fine, ticklish sensation. The man's slightly stiff hair brushed against her, and the sound of him sipping water sent a subtle shiver down her spine. Her small, reddish mole was suddenly kissed. Ning Jiu tried to turn over, but he stopped her. The next moment, her soft palm touched something hot, instantly waking her from her sleepiness.

“I helped you solve your problem,” he said, holding her hand. “In return, shouldn’t you do something for me?”

That solved a huge problem.

This trouble was entirely his fault.

Ning Jiu recalled that when Su Ming was standing at the door preparing to knock, Lian Zhuoxun suddenly came to stop him, saying that she had just asked him to buy plane tickets and that he was on his way to the airport. He even confidently produced the so-called chat logs.

Joe Bolin is a truly terrifying person.

They even made thorough preparations for such a situation.

It was already past midnight. Ning Jiu's hands and legs ached and she couldn't muster any strength. She struggled to open her eyes and saw that Qiao Bolin had just finished showering and was casually wearing a gray-black nightgown, exuding a relaxed tension after relieving himself.

The neckline of her pajamas was loose, vaguely revealing the lines of her firm chest and abdomen, with a few scratch marks left by her struggle.

Seeing her lying on the bed staring at him, the man paused, sat leisurely on the edge of the bed, and asked politely.

"Would you like me to help you one more time?"

"......"

Ning Jiu followed his gaze to the slightly bulging pajamas, and couldn't understand why he seemed to have inexhaustible energy. She almost complained from the bottom of her heart.

"How can I get horny even when I'm taking a shower?"

A seemingly innocuous remark, even tinged with a hint of sensuality due to the hoarseness from shouting.

Ning Jiu sensed something was wrong as soon as she spoke, a warmth slowly spreading across her cheeks. Qiao Bolin turned his head away, his expression unreadable. He picked up her phone from the bedside table and tried to unlock it using her fingerprint. Ning Jiu sensed something was amiss and looked at him warily.

What do you want to do?

"What a lover should do."

Joel Brown's voice is not much different from five years ago; it is still clear and pleasant to listen to. If there is any difference, it is that he has gained a more mature and magnetic quality.

The two weren't very close. Ning Jiu turned her head slightly and saw him skillfully open her WeChat, open the chat box with Su Ming, start editing a message explaining his reason, and click send.

......

That's really a competent job.

She and Su Ming chatted a moderate amount of time on weekdays, mostly about the summit. Fortunately, Qiao Bolin didn't spend too much time looking through their chat history. After sending the text message, he returned to the main interface and entered another string of numbers.

Ning Jiu realized what he was planning to do.

"I don't want to add you on WeChat—"

"No need to add anything."

The man chuckled softly, his voice low and unreadable, revealing neither sarcasm nor any other emotion.

"You blocked me, just unblock me."

After all these years, he hasn't even changed his phone number?

What happened last night still feels like a dream. Ning Jiu can't understand it. Just two days ago, she firmly said that she would never see him again, so how could she be in his room in a daze just one day later? They almost did it...

This can't go on any longer.

Ning Jiu did not stop him. After the summit ended and she returned to Shanghai, she looked at the profile picture that the man had pinned to the top of her phone. After hesitating for a while, she still couldn't resist clicking on his Moments to take a look.

During high school, Qiao Bolin almost never posted on his WeChat Moments, and five years later, he still does. His Moments are only visible for six months at a time, and apart from a few photos of airports or meetings, he posts nothing else.

His WeChat background is a photo of him playing with his dog. Although you can't see his face, you can vaguely imagine his handsome and well-defined features from his fair finger bones. Xiao Bai seems to be very comfortable being teased by him, with his eyes slightly squinted. The two of them get along harmoniously.

Ning Jiu's gaze lingered on Xiao Bai for a moment, then she closed her eyes slightly. When she opened them again, there was no longer a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

Without hesitation, she blocked his WeChat account again.

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Author's Note: Let this kid go crazy for a few more chapters! [yellow heart]