He took a deep breath and hugged her tightly again, "Jiang Ci, eat me up."
Eat me into your belly and take me away from here.
Jiang porcelain, Jiang porcelain, Jiang porcelain.
The thought of parting tomorrow filled Zhou Mingli with a longing that he wished she would devour him.
Jiang Ci detected a hint of pleading in his voice.
Jiang Ci's heart was touched.
What Jiang Ci couldn't deny was that the combined weight of everyone else wasn't enough to shake her decision.
There is one and only one variable.
She opened her mouth and, through his white shirt, bit his full chest muscle.
Zhou Mingli let out a low groan, but instead of pushing her away, he pressed her head even tighter against his body.
The damp shirt clung to his body, revealing glimpses of his flesh.
His voice was low and coaxing, "Mmm...bit harder."
Jiang Ci unbuttoned his shirt and placed her hand on his hardened abs.
Zhou Mingli's eyes were a little red as he offered himself to her.
"I can't bear to part with you." Jiang Ci let him hug her tightly, rested her chin on his shoulder, closed her eyes and admitted, "Zhou Mingli, the person I can't bear to part with the most is you."
Zhou Mingli trembled slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and the dark blue shadows could not hide the crimson hue and his deep obsession with Jiang porcelain.
He suddenly picked up Jiang Ci, and in the blink of an eye, he rolled over, and the two of them fell onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
A passionate, burning, urgent, and irresistible kiss fell like sparks.
The back of my tongue felt sour from the churning, and the sensation deepened with each passing moment.
Jiang Ci couldn't refute it; they were the most compatible beings for each other, both in body and soul.
"...Don't leave any marks on your neck."
She frowned slightly, and Zhou Mingli knew that it wasn't pain that was causing her discomfort.
Zhou Mingli's voice was hoarse, "I know that you will be taking a direct flight to New York City with your colleagues and the Foreign Minister tomorrow afternoon."
I won't kiss your neck.
Zhou Mingli bent down.
Jiang Ci raised her hand to cover her mouth. Zhou Yang, Zhou Miao, and Huang Zheyue were still in the room next door; perhaps they hadn't gone to sleep yet.
Only a few scattered sounds escaped from between his fingers; to Zhou Mingli, that was the most effective aphrodisiac in the world.
She is trembling.
"It seems you are quite satisfied with my care."
Zhou Mingli took off his soaked shirt, grabbed a towel from the side, and wiped his face.
"Jiang Ci, tell me." He half-pulled Jiang Ci up, placed a pillow behind her back, and looked at her in his calm eyes. "What do you want now?"
Jiang Ci's only support was the arm around his neck, and their faces were extremely close.
She kissed Zhou Mingli on the lips, her breathing erratic and her movements erratic.
"I want you."
Slightly out of breath, she said without the slightest hesitation, "Zhou Mingli, I want you."
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