Chapter 31 Chapter 31 He heard his brother was in heat...
There was steam rising from the milk on the bedside table. Xing Kui was leaning against the black quilt, and there was a leg belonging to Jiang Yuming kneeling between her legs outside the bed.
His white jade-like index finger pressed against her lips. Jiang Yuming lowered his gorgeous eyes, looked at her with a smile, and his gaze caressed her cheek inch by inch.
"You." As soon as she opened her mouth, her lips moved up and down across his soft index finger. Xing Kui's cheeks felt hot, but she suppressed her shame and continued, "Can you be serious? Didn't you say you would help me put on the quilt?"
Just because your new home doesn't have surveillance doesn't mean you're going to get horny! Dr. Jiang gave her a four-piece suit as a moving gift, and he flirted with her as soon as they reached the bedroom, even before he put on the covers. How could he have so much energy after a long day of work?
As if he really enjoyed seeing her shy look, Jiang Yuming's crimson lips curled up slowly: "So a nice quilt can make you indecent?"
"Jiang Yuming!"
The hot breath rushed out of his mouth and splashed on his fingers, causing Jiang Yuming's pupils to slightly dilate. He pressed his index finger on Xing Kui's lips harder and said, "You scream so beautifully, scream again."
He was so happy that Xing Kui pursed her lips, her ears were as red as rouge that had fallen into the water, and she refused to say a word unless he moved his hand away.
"You refused to agree to me again. Last time I came to you, we couldn't kiss each other." Jiang Yuming withdrew his hand. As Xing Kui breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly pulled her off the quilt and into his arms. He raised one of his fingers in front of her. Because it had touched her lips before, the finger surface was covered with a layer of moist mist.
He lowered his head, stretched out his red tongue, which was longer than others, and rolled it up.
Xing Kui was sure that something must have exploded in her brain at this moment: "Who, who asked you to lick it!"
"Xing Kui." Jiang Yuming looked at her with his beautiful eyes. "These are my fingers and my tongue. If you don't even allow me to do this, I'll be heartbroken."
Xing Kui was extremely embarrassed, her heart was beating fast, she covered her face with her hands, her mind was full of Jiang Yuming's licking just now, his long and soft tongue, rolling Adam's apple, his eyes staring at her, sexy and seductive.
"Do you want to put on the blanket?" The hot breath startled the hairs in her ears. Jiang Yuming put one hand on her waist and leaned close to her ear, "How can I put on the blanket when my face is covered?"
"You go ahead and put it on." Xing Kui kicked him, "I need to calm down."
The red lips that stopped beside the red earlobe curved slightly, then moved closer and gently touched her earlobe: "Okay."
Xing Kui, covering her face, couldn't calm down at all. The scene of Jiang Yuming licking his fingers was like a short video on Douyin, playing over and over in her mind. He wanted to make love to her, but he didn't want to have a fake marriage with her. She really wanted to hit him.
The cotton cloth rustled as it moved. Xing Kui opened her fingers and peeked through the gap. The sheets, quilt covers, and pillowcases were all in a fresh style that she would like, with a bean green background and a sunflower pattern with green leaves and yellow petals. Jiang Yuming was quite good at choosing.
He was also very good at putting on the quilt. Every time she put on the quilt, she would be out of breath, but Jiang Yuming was very calm, probably because he was strong, had long arms and fingers...
Thinking of that scene again, Xing Kui was extremely shy. She lowered her head and covered her face tightly. Heat approached from behind. Jiang Yuming hugged her from behind and said, "Now that you're done, can you give me a kiss as a reward?"
He was like a goblin, busy all the way and then returning to his purpose of seducing his master.
"Isn't it okay? You're single and I'm single too, so we can enjoy each other's physical pleasures. There's no surveillance here, so of course I'm willing to film you if you want."
Li Chengchuan lived on the right, and Zhou Jing lived across the street on the right. Jiang Yuming, their good brother, knelt behind their coveted fiancée, hugged her, and his eyes and breath were full of excitement.
"Record it. It's just right. When Zhou Jing kisses you so hard that it hurts, you can watch our video. I make you feel much more comfortable than he does, right?"
Mom, he's crazy!
"But you probably won't let Zhou Jing kiss you again, right? Do you want to change your target?"
"How did you know?" Xing Kui dropped her hand covering her face in surprise and turned to look at Jiang Yuming, who seemed to have everything under control. "I didn't tell you."
Jiang Yuming chuckled as his hot palm touched her face. "That's an easy guess. You'll move out of Zhou Jing's house within a day. It's hard for me to guess wrong."
“…” Is it really that easy to guess? He must be too smart!
"Let me think about it. Perhaps your relationship with Zhou Jing has entered a new stage. There's a hurdle ahead, but one of you is unwilling to take it."
“…”All correct.
"Xing Kui, I don't suggest you give up now. Since you're about to succeed—" Jiang Yuming lifted her face, his dangerous eyes filled with aggression, like a venomous snake coaxing a child, "Try harder, okay?"
But...was it her, not Zhou Jing, who couldn't make it? Wasn't Jiang Yuming aware of this?
The phone beside her leg lit up, and Xing Kui glanced at it out of the corner of her eye: "Zhou Jing said he was outside the door!"
At the entrance, Xing Kui grabbed the lukewarm milk, drank it all in one gulp, took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and was stunned.
Zhou Jing was wearing grey pajamas. Perhaps he had just showered; his slender body smelled of shower gel. He was holding a light yellow hair dryer. Why was he coming to her house in his pajamas so late at night?!
"Kui Kui." Zhou Jing's eyes were filled with tenderness as he handed her a hair dryer. "You just moved, and there are many necessities you haven't bought yet. I bought a hair dryer so you can use it when washing your hair tonight."
A hair dryer, very practical! Xing Kui took it, but she was too guilty to meet Zhou Jing's gaze. Just now, Jiang Yuming refused to hide and pressed her to say that his kissing skills were better than Zhou Jing's. She didn't even know how she said it. She only remembered that after she finished speaking, she felt like her mind was floating on the ceiling.
My face is also hot.
"Your face is very red." Zhou Jing walked into the house and closed the door. Just as Xing Kui was about to speak, he glanced at the cup in her hand and asked, "Is the milk you just drank too hot?"
Xing Kui nodded in agreement: "Yes."
"That's good." Zhou Jing's expression was gentle. He took a step forward, and his bony fingers gripped the cup, his warm knuckles overlapping hers. He looked straight at her. "I thought you were hiding someone at home. After all, when Li Chengchuan came to visit before, you hid me and pretended to drink milk like this."
Lawyer Zhou was sweating profusely. Xing Kui's scalp was numb. She felt that her mind, which was already floating on the ceiling, had floated out of this house. She could only smile awkwardly: "It happened a long time ago."
The sound insulation of the new house is not better than Zhou Jing's house. If the two of them make any noise here, Jiang Yuming in the bedroom will definitely hear it. Xing Kui wants to drive Zhou Jing away, but Zhou Jing's IQ is no less than Jiang Yuming's. She can't show it too obviously and has to keep him company and talk.
"Can I see your bedroom?"
"What?"
Zhou Jing had already set off, and Xing Kui limped after him in panic, "Slow down! Slow down! My legs are not as long as yours!"
The person walking in front stopped, Zhou Jing turned around and said with concern: "I'm not walking fast, is your leg hurting again? I can carry you."
"No, it's just..." Xing Kui approached him and tugged at the corner of his pajamas anxiously, "I, I was just about to take a shower before you came, so... my underwear and other things were on the bed right now."
His fingertips pulled wrinkles out of the cotton pajamas, and Zhou Jing's ears turned light red. He coughed against his lips and turned his face away uncomfortably.
Xing Kui was embarrassed, but at least he had survived this ordeal.
"Don't worry, it's just a piece of clothing after all. If you're embarrassed, I won't look at the bed."
Zhou Jing opened the door with his backhand.
Xing Kui was shocked, but could no longer stop it.
The door opened, and there was no one inside. Zhou Jing's eyes avoided the bed and scanned the room. If there was really no one inside, he would have thought...
"What are you doing in my room?" Xing Kui grabbed Zhou Jing's attention and peeked into the room. Fortunately, Jiang Yuming must have heard the noise and hid in advance. The only place in the bedroom where someone could hide was the wardrobe near the door.
"I just wanted to see if you were missing anything so I could buy it for you." Zhou Jing looked over. "I heard from Li Chengchuan that you're running a self-media platform. Zhou Li has been asking me for your contact information. Maybe you could add her on WeChat. She could help you. Even though she's not famous, she's still a star after all."
Xing Kui's eyes lit up: "Thank you very much, but I only told Li Chengchuan a little bit, and he actually told you. You two brothers have a really good relationship."
No, Li Chengchuan told Zhou Jing that he thought Zhou Li could help Xing Kui to create his own media, so he asked Zhou Jing for his opinion.
There was no need to explain all these twists and turns to Xing Kui. There was no reason for him to help his rival.
"I'll go to your old house tomorrow to help you move. I'll video call you then. Please tell me what you want to take away." Zhou Jing paced a few steps and walked towards the closet. "I wonder if you need hangers."
Bang! Zhou Jing stretched out his hand, and in a split second, Xing Kui stepped between him and the wardrobe, her back colliding with the door. "No problem, I have some hangers at my old house. Just bring them over."
Zhou Jing looked towards the wardrobe, and Xing Kui straightened his face with both hands. "Don't look at my wardrobe. It's still messy and hasn't been tidied yet!"
His two arms narrowed Zhou Jing's field of vision. He opened his mouth under Xing Kui's blushing gaze and said, "Actually, I wanted to see if this closet is suitable for hiding someone. Next time Li Chengchuan comes over, I can hide."
Xing Kui held her breath, extremely nervous.
Jiang Yuming, who was hiding in the closet, had the answer to this question. Standing in the almost airtight darkness, his gorgeous eyes and brows were gloomy. He wanted to say: The closet is very big, it's very convenient to hide.
And there is no sound insulation at all, which makes it easy to eavesdrop.
"Can I kiss you?"
Look, he heard someone rutting.
Just kiss me, my technique is not as good as his anyway. After I kissed him, he laughed at me in the closet.
In front of Xing Kui, Zhou Jing had a gentle expression. He did not force the kiss on her, but stared at her and asked for her opinion in a gentlemanly manner.
"I owe you this, Kuikui. I didn't use enough force before. Give me a chance to make it up to you."
He said it seriously and with a focused expression. Actually, well, those twenty or so kisses in the past were quite exciting. If he could reduce the frequency and do it occasionally, it would be very exciting.
Xing Kui thought of Jiang Yuming's advice a few minutes ago. Dr. Jiang meant that success was just around the corner, and he advised her to persevere.
Zhou Jing wants to get into her heart. Can she try to let Zhou Jing in?
She didn't know, and she felt a little confused.
Fake marriage should not be elevated to the spiritual level.
Zhou Jing wants more than just a kiss. Xing Kui once used skin craving as a starting point to win over Zhou Jing, and now Zhou Jing is pursuing her in return with skin touch. What he ultimately wants is a real marriage.
That's a different story.
"Can you kiss well?" Xing Kui asked hesitantly. "Can you do it well?" She understood that Zhou Jing wanted to make an incision on her body, but could he get in without her bleeding?
Zhou Jing stroked her face, his movements gentle and restrained, as if to comfort her, and there was tenderness in his deep eyes.
He lowered his head.
Xing Kui didn’t know, she really didn’t know.
Zhou Jing gave her the impression of being a nice person, but when she was a child she also thought that an uncle who took care of his sick wife was very nice. Later she found out that the uncle had cheated on his wife during her illness and even took in a mistress shortly after his wife passed away.
When she was a child, she also thought her father was a very good person. Later, when Xing's mother showed her a photo of an aunt and asked her who was prettier, the aunt or herself, she suddenly realized what an irrecyclable garbage her so-called honest father was.
Real marriage is something Xing Kui fears.
A long needle was handed to Xing Kui, the same one Zhou Li had taken earlier.
"If I don't do well, you punish me."
Zhou Jing put his arm around her waist and pressed his lips against hers. He had not allowed her to respond before, but today he gave her enough space to respond.
"Kui Kui, move a little."
"Will this hurt?"
"Would you like to be gentler here?"
The gentle inquiring words bit her lips and teeth, and also stirred a tingling sensation in her earlobes. Xing Kui clenched the long, sharp needle in her hand, and her ears turned red enough to bleed. Without her words, Zhou Jing did not take the initiative to deepen the pain. It was like taking a feather, and he only brushed the tip against his heart, scratching it back and forth, but not letting it go.
Neither up nor down is the most attractive.
"Be harder." Xing Kui couldn't help but hook her tongue around his, causing him to let out a soft hiss and an uncontrollable gasp.
"Do you want to press harder here too?" Zhou Jing's palm pressed heavily on the groove of her spine, hot as red-hot charcoal sparking sparks.
Xing Kui was shy and whispered "hmm". The kiss was long, heavier here and lighter there. One of them was learning by controlling the strength, while the other was guiding by being shy.
After kissing for who knows how long, their eyes met while panting, and both of them smiled uncontrollably.
Jiang Yuming in the closet couldn't laugh.
Jiang Yuming stood behind Xing Kui, separated by a black wooden board two centimeters thick, with the corners of his crimson lips pursed and twitching.
Outside the wardrobe, Zhou Jing held Xing Kui's head again, pressed her against the wardrobe and kissed her lips, and the wardrobe door creaked.
His slender fingers pressed his hair, and his dark eyes glanced at the wardrobe.
He knew that there was someone hiding inside.
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