Chapter 62 Tryst
Director Gu asked from the side, "Where's Inspector Liang?"
He Sang thought that Liang Jishen would go back to the hotel first, or go to the theater to wait for him to get off work.
He actually went to a social dinner first.
Not even a phone call.
She sighed, "I don't know him."
"Don't know him?" Director Gu was stunned. What was going on?
Liang Jishen was calm, knowing she was jealous. A doting smile flashed in his eyes. "You call me Inspector Liang, so it's normal that she doesn't recognize me. By the time she knew me, I was no longer Inspector Liang."
Director Gu suddenly realized, "You should say hello, too. The little girl has a really bad temper."
The man responded nonchalantly, "Spoiled."
Mrs. Qiu also agreed, "Which young and beautiful girl nowadays doesn't have a bad temper?"
Mr. Qiu is very humorous and witty. "Even people who are not young can still have bad tempers, like my wife."
"Do you think I have a bad temper? Whether we women are 20 or 60, it's your job as men to pamper us."
"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Qiu immediately admitted his mistake, making everyone present laugh.
Liang Jishen turned the goblet and looked at He Sang in the chaos. She was wearing no makeup at the moment, but instead had an indescribable charm that overflowed from her bones. Hidden beneath the purity was the charm that only he had deeply experienced.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, stubbed it out, and nodded to Mr. and Mrs. Qiu. "I'll excuse myself first."
He Sang took a small step towards the pillar on the right. The man walked slowly, and when they passed each other, his suit accidentally rubbed her arm, making her feel itchy. In the world where some spring colors finally began to grow, it stirred up a pool of spring water.
As soon as the man left, He Sang received a text message from Cheng Xun, "Ms. He, the corridor."
She pursed her lips and deleted the text message.
"Director Gu, my bag is in the South District. I'll go get it."
"The waiter will get it. Have some more. That plate of chestnut cake with jujube paste is good. Have you tried it?"
He Sang's phone started vibrating again. She glanced at it and saw that it was Liang Jishen's number.
She turned off the light on the screen and said, "There are valuables in the bag. I'll check it in person." She explained the reason to Mr. and Mrs. Qiu before standing up and leaving.
Cheng Xun met her at the entrance of the corridor, "Mr. Liang is in the bathroom inside."
"restroom?"
The moment He Sang hesitated, Cheng Xun retreated first.
Ladies came out in groups of three or four carrying backpacks, and wives and nannies holding their children took turns going in. Men smoked together on the balcony of the bathroom, and the echoes of their laughter were loud. He Sang walked in while looking for him.
The women's cubicle was separate from the restroom. The cubicle was crowded, but the restroom was deserted. There was a row of independent changing rooms in the corner opposite. He Sang knocked on each door one by one, but received no response until she opened the last one. Just as she was about to go in, the door suddenly opened and an arm grabbed her.
She bumped into a broad and solid chest, and a fresh and rich breath entered her nose. He Sang was too familiar with it. She didn't even need to look up, she was sure it was Liang Jishen.
The man leaned heavily against the wall and exhaled deeply.
He was not a young boy who had never tasted sex before. He was already familiar with beauty and sex and was calm about it. He would never lose control. But he missed her so much that there was a fire burning in his lower abdomen. The more he restrained himself, the more it seethed.
"Angry?"
The hot air sprayed on He Sang's neck, and she shivered.
"Old Qiu went to the station to pick me up, so I didn't have time to go around to the hotel to see you."
Her voice was hoarse, "I'm not angry."
Liang Jishen lifted her skirt and thrust his middle finger inside. He Sang was terrified. "I don't want to be here..." She pushed him away. "There's someone here."
The barely perceptible aroma of wine in her mouth was covered by her body scent. Liang Jishen leaned in and sniffed, "Did you take a shower?"
He Sang nodded.
After not seeing it for a few days, it became well-behaved and soft, like a little stray cat, clinging to its owner, putting away its sharp claws and stubborn wildness, and looking adorable with its watery eyes.
Liang Jishen gathered her long hair and pulled it all back, revealing a soft and tender face with rosy cheeks. It was hard to tell whether she was shy or afraid. Her beautiful skin was almost poreless. "Did you know I was coming today?"
He Sang shook his head again.
He chuckled and kissed the thin vein at the end of her eye, "Are you happy that I came here?"
She twisted her fingers around the cuffs of her sweater. "I was sweating from yoga this morning, and I was so sticky I took a shower. What's it got to do with you?"
The man guided her hand to his waist. His abdominal muscles were taut, clearly protruding from one area. His lines were lean and concave, and the mermaid line slanted and extended into his abdominal groove. He was not an overly chubby guy. Liang Jishen had just the right amount of muscle. One more would be too greasy, and one less would not be masculine enough.
He Sang felt herself being sucked, his flexible tongue moving around her neck, sucking and sweeping across it, until it hurt her, then he spit it out, paused for a second, and sucked it back into her mouth, teasing her until her muscles and bones became weak and her feet kept slipping.
Her buttocks pressed against Liang Jishen's trousers, leaving an irregular pool of water. The man glanced at her and laughed, "When did it happen?"
He Sang reached out to wipe it, but it seemed to have seeped into his trousers and could not be wiped off at all.
"Miss me so much?" The man bit her earlobe from time to time. "Did you have a reaction when you saw me outside?"
He Sang was trapped in the kiss he had suppressed for too long. Beyond the crack in the door was the mirror of the public washroom, stained with mist, like a filter, blurring both her and the man. Liang Jishen was dressed in a suit, and she was a disorganized mess, one righteous and the other wicked, one muscular and the other slender. The extreme visual impact on the mirror was both intoxicating and moving.
At first she didn't understand why the handsome young man and the rich woman, as well as Su Su from the drama theater and the second male lead, had all had trysts in the bathroom. This place was crowded and not safe.
He Sang now experienced and understood it.
It's urgent, thrilling, and like floating in the clouds, with the atmosphere of being exposed at any time and escaping disaster. It's simply thrilling.
She lay limply in Liang Jishen's arms, her panting sounds so provocative that they made his waist tingle and his cerebral cortex feel like it was being electrocuted.
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