0041 His Territory

Shortly after Qu Zhong posted this official announcement on her WeChat Moments, the number of likes and comments skyrocketed.

The last time she received so many likes and comments was three years ago when she posted her newly acquired lawyer's license on her WeChat Moments.

At that time, everyone wished her a bright future.

This time, all sorts of miscellaneous comments appeared:

Wow! Congratulations on finding a partner!

—Attorney Qu is enjoying success in both her career and love life! [Sprinkling flowers] [Sprinkling flowers]

—This looks familiar. Is this the duty room of the District C Procuratorate?

—That seems to be it. No wonder Qu Zhong always gets coffee and food whenever it's her turn to be on duty; turns out she has connections. Who's jealous? Oh, it's me.

...

Qu Zhong sat at her workstation, a smile in her eyes, scrolling through the comments one by one. She saw the latest comment from Lin Qianqian: What's going on? Tell the truth, keep it short and sweet, don't make me beg you.

She sent a shy emoji to the "Heavy Weight" group chat, and in fact, that was exactly the expression on her face at that moment.

Lin Qianqian popped up: Which one?

Feng Jing followed suit: those who confess will be leniently imprisoned for life, while those who resist will be severely punished and allowed to go home for the New Year.

Qu Zhong couldn't understand the logic behind her statement: Huh? Does she want me to confess or not?

The two shouted in unison: "Speak quickly!"

Qu Zhong suppressed a laugh and typed: Well... I'm no longer single, and he's officially a boyfriend/girlfriend.

She didn't know why, but she impulsively posted this message on her WeChat Moments.

Now that I've calmed down and thought about it, who cares? Love is just a momentary impulse, a fleeting moment.

Moreover, as Zhai said, she has already posted on her WeChat Moments, announcing that she is no longer single. This public announcement is sufficient to assert her authority against any well-intentioned third party.

Qu Zhong couldn't concentrate on work all afternoon. Li Li and Xu Yanru took turns gossiping and teasing her at her workstation, and she was overwhelmed with their chatter.

At six o'clock sharp, Zhai sent her a message saying that he had arrived at the parking lot downstairs.

Qu Zhong quickly tidied up, went downstairs and found him, sitting in the passenger seat—a position that would have unique significance from this day forward.

Zhai asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Qu Zhong was slightly taken aback: "I don't know." Then she asked him in return, "What's good to eat?"

Zhai touched the back of her neck and copied her answer: "I don't know."

They were all bewildered and looked at each other in confusion.

Zhai hesitated for a moment before saying, "Would you like to come to my house?"

"Huh?" Qu Zhong confirmed that she hadn't misheard, turned her head, raised her voice, and asked seriously, "Well, you're really something, bringing someone home right after we've established a relationship. You're something else."

Seeing her blank expression, Zhai, having been deceived before, assumed she was thinking in that direction and quickly tried to prove his innocence: "No... I meant, come to my house for dinner."

Qu Zhong glanced at him and slowly scoffed, "Hmph, you can't have any other intentions, I'm on my period."

"..."

Zhai lives in a new residential complex in the city center, on a high floor. As the car drove into the gate, Qu Zhong glanced out the window and saw that the surrounding roads were clear and the environment was nice. Most importantly, it was very quiet; driving along, she could hardly hear any noise.

Qu Zhong, feeling envious, then remembered to ask, "Do you live alone?"

Zhai is from Shanghai. Qu Zhong was worried that he lived with his parents and wondered if he would have to meet his parents on the very first day of their relationship.

Fortunately, Zhai answered, "Of course."

What a neat and efficient "of course".

What did he want to explain to her? Was he hiding a mistress? What was this person thinking? Qu Zhong simply said "Oh" and stopped talking.

As soon as she entered the house, Zhai took off a pair of new slippers for her in the entryway.

Yes, it was opened, like a private letter that had never been opened before her arrival.

This detail made Qu Zhong chuckle to himself, but he quickly suppressed it for fear of being caught.

When people arrive in an unfamiliar environment, their first reaction is to observe, and Qu Zhong is no exception.

She glanced around briefly. Zhai's living room had an extremely simple decorating style, without excessive colors or exaggerated elements. But every corner was very clean, making the not-so-large space look like it had a wide-angle effect.

Zhai poured her a glass of water and told her to sit wherever she liked, then turned and walked into the kitchen.

His actions were swift and seamless, as if he were demonstrating to her what he had said in the car not long ago: that he had invited her to his home for a meal and that he had no ulterior motives.

Qu Zhong couldn't bear to sit idly in the living room alone, so she quickly followed the sound into the kitchen. She saw Zhai Shi chopping vegetables with his head down, the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board like marbles falling onto a plate, inexplicably filling her ears.

She couldn't help but lean closer and exclaimed in disbelief, "You can actually cook?"

Zhai glanced up at her and laughed, because she made a basic survival skill sound like a special skill.

He continued working, while Qu Zhong kept pestering him, asking, "What can you do?"

Zhai replied: "I know a little bit about everything."

Do you know how to cook Shanghainese cuisine?

"What do you want to eat?"

Qu Zhong immediately named several famous Shanghai dishes she knew: "Plum spare ribs, crystal shrimp, eight-treasure duck, and braised catfish."

Zhai answered without hesitation, "No."

"You don't know anything?" Qu Zhong poked his forearm twice, pouting to express her dissatisfaction. "Then how can you say you know a little bit about everything? You're really talking big."

Zhai stopped what he was doing and looked over helplessly: "Qu Zhong, is it possible that my profession is a prosecutor, not a chef?"

"..."

Although Qu Zhongbao claimed that Zhai was completely unfamiliar with the dishes, the final product he served certainly lived up to the description of "knowing a little bit about it."

Qu Zhong wouldn't admit it was delicious, but her act of finishing her plate completely betrayed her true opinion.

According to their agreement, Qu Zhong was only visiting his home for dinner, and the host was supposed to take her home after the meal.

After they finished eating, Zhai kept speaking slowly and evasively, rambling on about random things, showing no intention of letting her go.

A few hours later, the two of them were lying face to face on the same bed.

The room was as dark as a jungle, with only a warm-colored bedside lamp on. The brightness was insufficient for illumination, but it was enough to create a romantic atmosphere.

Taking advantage of the light, Zhai stared intently at the person beside him, Qu Zhong, who was completely bare-faced after removing her makeup.

Without makeup, she resembled a mimosa plant, closing her leaves at the slightest touch. She possessed a straightforward fragility, making her seem very delicate and easy to pet.

"Qu Zhong." Zhai couldn't help but call her name. His deep voice seemed to be coated with maple syrup, becoming sweet and sticky.

"What's wrong?" Qu Zhong was quite uncomfortable with him acting like this.

Unexpectedly, even more uncomfortable things were yet to come. He said:

I want to kiss you.

"Is it okay?"

"..."

From their first meeting until now, they've been completely honest with each other countless times, trying every little trick in the book. Now that they're officially dating, he's suddenly become so polite and reserved. It's really strange, isn't it?

Qu Zhong remained silent, leaving her no choice but to speak. To say yes would make her seem desperate. To say no wasn't entirely impossible...

Honestly, a single question made her face look like a February flower that had been frostbitten.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhai Shi took her silence as consent and pressed his lips against hers without hesitation.

At first, he only gently sucked on her lips, kissing her with great restraint. Until he accidentally touched the tip of her tongue, the strong desire surging within him made him lose patience, and his warm tongue began to penetrate deep into her mouth.

Like two burglars, they intertwined, their saliva mingling with each breath, working in perfect unison to commit a crime.

The object of the crime is the sincerity between each other tonight.

They kissed for an unknown amount of time before they had to separate due to lack of oxygen. When their foreheads touched, Qu Zhong sensed a change in Zhai Shi and flicked his chin with her thumb and forefinger, grinning mischievously, "You're hard."

As if she had caught him red-handed, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Still saying you didn't mean anything by it? Huh?"

Does she not know what he's like in bed? Why are you pretending to be such a gentleman? Who are you trying to fool?

"I..." Zhai was speechless, overwhelmed by his uncontrollable physical reaction. Perhaps at this point, anything he said would sound like a weak excuse.

His penis was getting bigger and bigger, and it was so swollen it was very uncomfortable.

Zhai lowered his head, his nose touching the tip of her ear, and pleaded impatiently, "Help me."

Qu Zhong chuckled softly, moved his hand down, and slipped it inside, precisely locating his penis.

Its size and firmness were both impressive. She raised her wrist, gripped it tightly, and began to stroke it up and down.

Her hands were soft and boneless, tender and smooth. Before she could even touch them a few times, Zhai began to pant uncontrollably.

He was clearly enjoying himself. His body gradually relaxed, and his hand unconsciously slipped under Qu Zhong's shirt to knead her breasts. Because of her period, her breasts were swollen and larger than usual, and they felt incredibly good to the touch.

His hands gradually lost their grip, and Qu Zhong was kneaded until she let out broken moans, which alternated with the man's panting, overlapping and harmonizing with each other.

After rubbing continuously for a while, Zhai's penis grew hotter and hotter, and it became increasingly swollen, as if all the blood in his body was flowing to that spot. Qu Zhong could even feel it trembling slightly in her palm from time to time, humbly like a small beast kneeling at her feet, begging her to work harder to satisfy its master.

In her confusion and infatuation, Qu Zhong took a step back, trying to meet his gaze, but failed.

She stopped what she was doing and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you closing your eyes?"

"Hmm..." Zhai's breathing was erratic, and he uttered the words with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "Imagine..."

Imagine him fully penetrating her vagina, gripping her waist, thrusting into her with wide, sweeping strokes. Thrust after thrust, reaching her deepest, most sensitive spot, making her moan wildly.

It was the same as every time before, yet different from every time before.

Because at this very moment, he is in his home, in his bed, on his own turf, possessing her completely under a brand new identity.

Thinking this, he opened one hand and pressed Qu Zhong's hand back into place. He pulled her forward and backward, continuing the previous action, leaving no room for refusal: "Don't stop..."

Qu Zhong's face flushed even more, and as he wished, he began this repetitive depiction once more. During this time, Zhai's hot breath sprayed all over her cheeks, behind her ears, and on her neck, making her feel hot all over.

She couldn't help but speed up her masturbation.

Gradually, Zhai's breathing became faster and faster, and the penis in Qu Zhong's hand throbbed more and more noticeably. His face was flushed with intoxication, as were his ears.

Suddenly, a surge of intense pleasure washed over him. He opened his eyes, grabbed Qu Zhong's head, and kissed him fiercely.

At the same time, he ejaculated into her palm without reservation.

One stream after another of scalding white fluid.