Chapter 318: A Rookie Meets a Martial Arts Master

Song Cun shook his head vigorously without hesitation, "I trust my intuition. You won't, Brother Liang. I can feel that you are good to me."

Her black and white eyes stared at him without blinking, and the light in her eyes was indescribably clear and pure. Liang Zhouheng heard it and cursed in his heart.

He had never seen a girl as naive and gullible as her. It would be great if she and Jiang Yuan were not best friends.

He looked away and pressed her into his arms again, rubbing the back of her head again and again, his lips touching her earlobe, and asked softly, "Are you willing to date me and be my girlfriend?"

She moved her head and reacted strongly. Before she could respond, he warned her in a deep voice, "Don't be impatient. Think about this question before you answer."

Song Cun was stunned for a moment, and his lips moved, "Brother Liang, I am willing..."

Before she could finish her words, Liang Zhouheng interrupted her again, "You can go out and ask around first, check me out online. I don't have a good reputation, I'm involved in a lot of scandals, and I have a lot of dark history. I'm experienced in love, and I've dated more girls than you've ever met a man. Every relationship started and ended quickly. Although I have a good temper, I generally have limited patience with girls and don't like them to cling to me too much. My mother said that I don't deserve a wife and children in this life..."

"I do."

Song Cun interrupted him with a firm response.

This answer was within his expectations. After all, if he wanted a girl to fall in love with him, he would always succeed.

But at this moment, his face did not look good.

"Are you sure?"

Song Cun nodded vigorously, but nodding was not enough. As if to show her loyalty, she took the initiative to stretch out her arms and tentatively hugged his waist.

Liang Zhouheng's body stiffened, he gritted his teeth, turned her face up and kissed her again.

Song Cun stood on tiptoe, tilted his neck, and offered himself up to him so that he wouldn't have to exert any effort.

Liang Zhouheng's heart was filled with anger, and his breathing immediately became rapid.

He hadn't kissed a girl like this for a long time. The girl's lips were incredibly soft, and she had a faint scent of milk on her body. When he moved a little, she became extremely sensitive. He tried his best to control his strength, and it made his scalp tight and numb.

He was an excellent kisser, and the difference between her and him was like the difference between a kindergarten kid and a college graduate.

He had only used half of his strength when she could no longer resist. Tiny "humming" sounds kept coming out of her throat, like a refusal, but also like a request for help, like a kitten's claws scratching at his deepest part, tickling the fire in his body until it almost burst out.

Song Cun's legs had already gone weak, like a rookie who encountered a martial arts master in the deep mountains and forests for the first time. He was confused and could only leave everything to fate.

Liang Zhouheng almost couldn't control himself.

Up to this point, everything was within his expectations. He just had to be a little more ruthless.

It's just that he always feels soft-hearted when he shouldn't.

At a certain moment, his body tensed, and he suddenly moved away from her lips, then let her go. His action was so sudden that her misty eyes were slightly startled. She heard his hoarse voice reach her ears: "If you kiss me again, something bad will happen. Lie down and sleep. I'm going back first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out without even waiting for her to recover.

Soon, there was a crisp sound of a door closing outside the living room. The heat on Song Cun's body had not yet dissipated, so she ran to the window. In a moment, the tall figure walked out of the building and opened the door of a car. Soon, the "rumbling" sound of the engine was heard downstairs.

Song Cun watched the shadow of the car slowly disappear in the dark night, and he felt like he was dreaming.