Chapter 42, so sexy!

At first, Meng Yanxi leaned against the door, her large hand pulling Jin Zhao into her arms. But from some point onward, the man who claimed he was leaving didn't leave; instead, he kept coming closer to her room.

From the door to the sofa.

Later, Meng Yanxi sat on the sofa, and Jin Zhao sat in his lap. His hands were around her waist, and she had her arms wrapped around his neck.

Jin Zhao learns things relatively quickly, not to mention Meng Yanxi, who has been the best learner since childhood and is most adept at learning on her own.

Outside the balcony are mountains, and the wind blows in gusts, making the grass, trees, and vines on the mountains rustle loudly in the night.

It was heavy; the wind and vines entwined themselves relentlessly.

Jin Zhao's first kiss turned into a pool of water.

It felt like her bones had been removed. Later, when Meng Yanxi stopped and breathed heavily in her ear, she nestled softly in his arms, her eyes as if washed with water, staring blankly at the intertwined shadows of the trees outside the window.

It felt so real, yet so unreal. She didn't know how to describe it; she just wanted to hug this man tightly.

The two embraced tightly.

It was almost midnight when Meng Yanxi left.

He didn't even know what he was doing.

He knew she had an early class the next morning, yet he stayed here for so long. And all he did after staying here all this time was give her a kiss.

As he left, his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, lingering for a moment on her small single bed.

The bed sheets and duvet covers are light colors, and they look very soft, warm, and comfortable.

Jin Zhao initially didn't know what he was looking at. He followed his gaze and saw nothing unusual, so he looked into his eyes.

The pale bed sheets made his eyes appear even more terrifyingly deep.

Jin Zhao's face flushed red.

Meng Yanxi was always rational, and even when her true nature was occasionally revealed, she quickly regained her composure. Realizing that he had acted unconsciously, Meng Lang immediately turned his gaze away.

Incandescent bulbs are straightforward and bright, and the people under the light are so beautiful that they touch the heart.

Her fair face turned pink, and a few stray strands of hair fell loosely from her temples. Her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses, and her eyes were filled with tears.

He gazed at her, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously.

He coughed lightly, offering a somewhat sanctimonious yet somewhat childish excuse: "There was a mosquito up there just now."

Jin Zhao was startled.

He immediately said, "It flew away again."

The man stood still for a few seconds, then said, "How about I go buy you mosquito repellent liquid?"

Jin Zhao pointed to the socket in the corner.

An electric mosquito repellent was plugged in there, and a red light was silently burning in the corner, as if mocking someone.

Meng Yanxi: "..."

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Jin Zhao nodded.

Although I was a little reluctant to leave, it was indeed too late.

She walked him to the door, and the man stopped and turned back to say, "I'll bring your bag to you tomorrow."

Jin Zhao subconsciously wanted to say there was no rush, but then realized that she wasn't actually not in a hurry.

She didn't dare let him know that she was already eager to see him again.

And they haven't even separated yet.

She lowered her eyelashes and softly hummed in agreement.

When are you free tomorrow?

"I have class early tomorrow morning, and in the afternoon... um!"

He couldn't even wait for her to finish speaking before he leaned down and kissed her.

This time, one stood inside the door, and the other outside. She looked up, and he bent down. The moon could be seen in the courtyard, and its bright light fell on his sharply defined shoulders.

His hair was a little messy.

He didn't dare touch her again, gripping the door frame with restraint. The veins on the back of his hand bulged from the force.

He bit her lips with his teeth, as if it wasn't enough, his breath quick and heavy.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance down the corridor.

In the stillness of the night, even the slightest sound is amplified.

I don't know which teacher was returning home late, but with tired steps, they were about to turn the corner of the corridor and I could see them as soon as I looked up.

I saw them kissing through the door, a kiss that was both passionate and innocent.

Jin Zhao's heart was pounding in his throat, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.

The footsteps grew closer, and just as Jin Zhao was about to pull him inside, the man finally let go of her.

"I'll come find you tomorrow afternoon," he said hoarsely, pressing his head against hers.

His dark eyes seemed capable of swallowing her whole.

Jin Zhao's mind was still foggy at this moment, and he nodded absentmindedly.

Meng Yanxi let her in and closed the door for her before the teacher, who was returning late, turned the corner of the corridor.

*

It was already past midnight when I left the school.

Meng Yanxi drove with a smile that never faded. It wasn't until quite a while later that he realized he was going the wrong way.

That's the opposite.

President Meng, who had never made such a basic mistake in his life, laughed self-deprecatingly.

He shook his head and resignedly turned around at the intersection ahead.

At this time of day, the city center is no longer busy and congested. Streetlights illuminate the roadside trees, and the Maybach drives proudly in the middle of the road.

At 12:27 AM, the big capitalist was wide awake. His long finger tapped the steering wheel, and on a whim, Meng Yanxi returned the call to her assistant, Zhuang Yu.

An hour ago, Zhuang Yu messaged him, saying that Jin Zhao's bag had been received and asking if he wanted it delivered now.

But at that time, he had no mind to care about Zhuang Yu.

All he wanted to do was to pay attention to Jin Zhao and treat her well.

He touched his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and the corners of his mouth immediately curved upwards again.

"President Meng."

Zhuang Yu is an outstanding assistant. At this hour, there is no trace of sleepiness in his voice, only his love for his work and loyalty to his boss.

Meng Yanxi: Are you home?

"Yes, I'm at home." The shrewd assistant was just as shrewd; without Meng Yanxi saying a word, she already knew her boss's intention. "I'm leaving now and will be there in 25 minutes."

"No need, you get your things ready, I'll come over."

The soft glow of the phone screen illuminated Meng Yanxi's chin, making his handsome face look refreshed and radiant.

That lazy capitalist became diligent after kissing a girl.

But Zhuang Yu, who earns a six-figure monthly salary, is showing disrespect to the RMB by making Meng Yanxi make this trip herself.

"No, Mr. Meng."

Zhuang Yu jumped out of bed, grabbed his coat and threw it on, saying as he walked out, "Give me 15 minutes."

There are few people on the road now, so speeding a little shouldn't be a big problem.

"Need not."

Meng Yanxi glanced at the rearview mirror, the lens reflecting the flirtatious smile in his peach blossom eyes. As if afraid others wouldn't know how happy he was at that moment, he chuckled boastfully, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'm happy to."

Zhuang Yu: "Okay, Mr. Meng."

It's one thing for big capitalists to be willing to run errands, but the workers still have their own sense of responsibility, especially the high-level workers who earn six figures a month. They would arrive downstairs early with Jin Zhao's bag to wait. Seeing Meng Yanxi's car arrive, Zhuang Yu quickly stepped forward.

Just as Jin Zhao said, it is indeed a canvas bag with a hand-painted pattern, vibrant colors, and a touch of playfulness.

Meng Yanxi took it in his hand, looked at it, and placed it on the passenger seat. When he looked up, Zhuang Yu was still standing by the roadside, looking like he was about to see him off.

Meng Yanxi: "You go up first."

After Zhuang Yu went upstairs, Meng Yanxi stopped downstairs for a while and suddenly picked up her phone.

The canvas bag had no zipper. Inside was a practice outfit and a red dance skirt. The key was at the bottom, and the chiffon dance skirt was on top, with a glimpse of the sheer, crimson fabric peeking out.

Initially, Meng Yanxi just wanted to send Jin Zhao a picture to let her know that she had received the item.

I glanced at the time, then held back.

It's already past 1 a.m., and she'll be at 8 a.m. tomorrow.

But he was full of energy and felt he had to do something. He paused for a moment, then clicked on his WeChat Moments.

Meng Yanxi rarely posts on WeChat Moments, maybe once or twice a year, and in years when he's particularly aloof, he might not post at all. Others have a raw, unpolished life, but their WeChat Moments are meticulously curated. He has a lavishly decorated life, but his WeChat Moments are filled with images of him living a simple, unpretentious existence.

But tonight, the big capitalist was taking pictures of the canvas bag on the passenger seat from every angle.

Some photos had the lights on, some had the lights off; some had the flash on, some didn't; some showed their skirts a little bit, some showed them a little more... I took dozens of photos and spent ages picking through them, but none of them really felt quite right.

Meng Yanxi's gaze fell on her hands.

Some people seem to really like his hands, staring at them intently all the time.

Meng Yanxi cunningly placed her right hand on top.

...

Meng Yanxi overestimated Jin Zhao.

I don't know how he could have assumed that she would be able to sleep well because she had an early morning commute tomorrow. The truth is, Jin Zhao was lying in bed, experiencing an unusual bout of insomnia.

Even though he had been gone for over an hour, her heart was still pounding. She tossed and turned on her small bed in her dorm room, sometimes thinking about the lingering, deep kiss on the sofa, and sometimes about the kiss he gave her through the door before he left, a kiss that seemed to want to devour her whole.

She forced herself to think about something else, like her general English class tomorrow morning. But perhaps because general English is so devoid of technical content, her mind wandered after three seconds, and she couldn't help but recall the look in his eyes as he stared at her bed before he left.

It must be because she's too impure; her body instantly burned up.

Quickly take out your phone and scroll through it to calm yourself down, otherwise you won't be able to sleep all night.

At 2:27 a.m., Jin Zhao opened WeChat.

The top post on her WeChat Moments was from the man she longed for day and night, and it was posted half an hour ago.

There was no text, only a photo.

In the dimly lit passenger compartment, a hand-painted canvas bag sat on the front passenger seat. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, a corner of the fabric was faintly visible, and the man's right hand rested on it as if by accident.

Jin Zhao recognized Meng Yanxi's hand at a glance.

His hands were special, like his eyes, the most beautiful she had ever seen in all her years. They had pale, cool skin, long fingers with sharp, prominent knuckles, and sensual veins bulging on the back of his hands.

Every time she sees those hands, her heart races.

Especially at this moment.

The lighting was dim, and the dark leather seats exuded a masculine aura. In the passenger seat, a corner of her skirt peeked out, the sheer fabric revealing a hint of crimson, and a man's large, sensual hand rested on it.

It was just a picture, just a piece of fabric, yet it made her breath quicken and her heart burn.

At this hour, Si Tian and Luo Heng were still awake. They bumped into Meng Yanxi on her WeChat Moments and started chatting.

Si Tian: [? Brother Yan, your account got hacked?]

Luo Heng: [What kind of weird selfie is this? Are you holding a piece of cloth in your hand?]

Si Tian replied to Luo Heng: 【Are you Iron Man, bro? That's not cloth! That's clearly a skirt, a girl's skirt!】

Luo Heng replied to Si Tian: 【Holy crap! So sexy?】

Luo Heng: [Brother Yan, is what she said true?]

At the very bottom, Meng Yanxi replied—

Ah, my girlfriend's skirt.

His girlfriend, Jin Zhao, lay on the bed, with blood visibly spreading across her cheeks.

She pulled the blanket up to cover her face, then pulled it down again after a while and turned on her phone.

With her eyes moist and bright, she gently gave Meng Yanxi's post on WeChat Moments a thumbs up.