Chapter 142 When he talks about it, is it as enjoyable as it is for me?

Zhou Yanchuan met Wen Jiu's questioning gaze, and the contempt in his eyes seemed to say: Wasn't it you who was looking at my hand just now?

Without thinking, she retorted with what he had said before: "We've already taken each other's hands, what's wrong with me checking on you?"

Zhou Yanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then I need to remind Miss Wen that we have broken up."

"..."

The two seemed to have switched roles. Wen Jiu couldn't argue with him, so she whispered, "Take out your phone, and I'll transfer the money to you."

"I didn't bring it," he said matter-of-factly.

Her mind went blank for a few seconds, then she asked, "How can I return it to you?"

"Return it when you get home."

"Zhou Yanchuan, I have to go to work later."

The implication is that there's no time.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanchuan's expression suddenly turned cold: "You'll have time with him?"

The sarcasm in his words was unmistakable, and Wen Jiu instantly realized he was referring to He Shixu. She wanted to explain, but just then Lu Nian's phone rang.

Upon seeing the caller ID, Lu Nian broke out in a cold sweat. What a coincidence that he was calling at this time.

His fingers trembled as he tried to hang up, but hesitated, finally steeling himself to speak: "Boss, Miss Qin is calling, probably to ask you something again. Should we answer?"

"I won't answer."

The phone stopped ringing, and the air in the carriage felt even more stifling.

Wen Jiu instantly snapped out of her daze, swallowing back the words of explanation that were on the tip of her tongue, and calmly said to Lu Nian in front of her, "Open the door."

The boy glanced at her, then looked at Zhou Yanchuan standing to the side.

“Return to Yujing,” he said calmly.

"Zhou Yanchuan!"

When he heard those three words, Zhou Yanchuan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he turned around to look.

Their eyes met, and Wen Jiu's eyes showed shock as well as suppressed grievance. Her nose and the corners of her eyes were red, whether from the cold or from her distress, it was hard to tell.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Just then, I heard the girl say, "I want to get off the bus."

Lu Nian glanced at the rearview mirror. Seeing the two men looking tense, he didn't dare to breathe. He obediently started the car and tried to minimize his presence.

I silently prayed that the boss would raise the barrier quickly.

This situation was extremely difficult for him to endure.

Wen Jiu didn't expect Zhou Yanchuan to be the same as before after five years, but she never imagined that he would be so unreasonable and domineering.

Her heart ached and her eyes stung.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't answer her question, but instead abruptly asked, "Have you two talked about it?"

Wen Jiu paused for two seconds, then realized who he was talking about, her eyes stinging.

He had never asked her such a question before.

Moreover, he himself has a girlfriend, yet he still interrogates her.

"We talked, so what?" Wen Jiu asked defiantly.

The moment she uttered those words, her waist was suddenly gripped, and the barrier in front of her rose up.

Wen Jiu stared into those dark, deep pupils, her mind momentarily blank.

Before she could react, Zhou Yanchuan leaned in and kissed her forcefully and irresistibly.

The moment their lips touched, both of them inevitably felt a tingling, electric-like sensation throughout their bodies.

Their bodies were the first to acknowledge their desire for each other; those days of skin-to-skin contact had long since become a part of their memories.

For a fleeting second, Wen Jiu felt a lump in her throat and longed to throw herself into his arms.

But she couldn't.

She hesitated for only a moment before reason returned, and she began to struggle.

But the hand around her waist held her tightly, her slender body pressed against his chest, and the force with which he kissed her lips was as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

Every time she thought she was about to escape, Zhou Yanchuan would cling to her even tighter.

Wen Jiu initially had the strength to resist, but later her limbs went weak uncontrollably.

He knew her too well, not only her personality but also her body.

Zhou Yanchuan held her lower lip in his mouth, biting it with his teeth and licking it with his tongue, asking in a low, indistinct voice, "Does he enjoy talking as much as I do?"

Wen Jiu frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his tongue slipped inside his lips and once again forcefully entangled with hers.

The hand around her waist gradually increased its pressure, kneading her flesh forcefully as if to ravage her.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she opened her mouth to bite him, but his hand suddenly moved up a few inches from her waist.

Wen Jiu's body suddenly trembled.

As Zhou Yanchuan listened to the soft moans escaping from the girl's lips in his arms, he felt a blissful sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

The kiss lasted a long time, so long that Wen Jiu was short of breath and her tongue hurt. The moment they separated, she raised her hand.

But she stopped when she met his eyes.

Her eyes were red with anger, but the raised hand hesitated to fall.

Zhou Yanchuan looked down at her, without any intention of avoiding her gaze.

Even when he saw her raised hand pause in mid-air, a look of unwavering certainty flashed in his eyes.

It seemed they had anticipated that she wouldn't be willing to part with it.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was quiet, the two breathing against each other, as if they were having a silent standoff.

Wen Jiu's hand trembled but she didn't drop it; her eyes were red but she didn't shed a tear.

She looked at the person in front of her, her eyes broken yet stubborn, and spoke each word slowly and deliberately in the silence:

“Talk to him—”

"More enjoyable than yours."

There was a two-second silence after those words were spoken.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't speak, his dark eyes lowered as he looked at the face of the person in front of him.

Her fair skin was flushed, and her eyes were misty; it was clear at a glance that she had just done something.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he laughed in exasperation. How dare someone argue with him at a time like this?

"Yeah?"