Chapter 63 Flood
He Sang was so emotional this time that he seemed to have been fished out of the water. Liang Jishen's trousers and shirt sleeves were wet.
It will flood at the first touch.
The man lowered his head and bit her chin, his breath almost scalding her. Her chest rose slightly, and a layer of fine white goose bumps appeared on her skin. During the rapid rise and fall, Liang Jishen unbuttoned the bra on her back, and she was completely unaware.
He Sang's breasts are beautiful, upturned and charming, whiter than snow, bright and just right without looking clumsy.
She didn't like wearing a bra at home. Liang Jishen remembered that she heard Li Zhen say that she should liberate her nature and be an unrestrained woman. Regardless of whether it made sense or not, he actually liked her not wearing one. Sometimes, when she got off work late at night, the floor lamp in the living room was dimly lit, and she lay on the sofa with her long hair hanging down, her pajamas torn askew, revealing her pointed collarbone and pink sweat stains. That was her most charming moment.
Liang Jishen took off his suit and refused to eat or drink, and started to torment her.
He Sang was hungry and sleepy, and in a daze he called him a beast.
No one has ever called him a beast, he really isn't one.
Liang Jishen's level of abstinence is comparable to that of Liang Jing, a recognized gentleman.
So the more He Sang scolded her, the more curious he became, and the more he lost control of her, insisting on hearing what other words she could curse out.
"Pretending not to know me in the pavilion?"
"What did you call me?"
"Mr. Liang, right?" He pulled out his belt, the zipper making a crisp sound. "What should you call me?"
Liang Jishen was too close, and the cramped space seemed to have been drained of oxygen, leaving only a tiny bit in his mouth and in his strong, hot body.
"Deputy Secretary Liang..."
He laughed angrily, attacking her centimeter by centimeter, grinding her, "Really? Shout again."
Five meters away was a terrace. Men and women passed by the glass and subconsciously glanced at this window. They seemed to have discovered it, but passed by before they could see it clearly.
Opposite the terrace is a bright and clean restaurant with unobstructed views. Guests lean over from time to time to look around. The bathroom and the terrace are on the same line, so He Sang has nowhere to hide.
She bent over, frightened and wanting to cry, but unable to. "Brother Shen! Brother Shen..." she shouted loudly, feeling anxious and unbearable.
Liang Jishen hugged her and walked out of the cubicle, squeezing against the glass of the terrace, and he also pressed on.
It was right to separate them for a few days.
He Sang's sensitivity and cleverness satisfied his desire for conquest, and even the bad taste that all men have.
"A lot of people are passing by." The man pressed his waist and abdomen against her, and his lips against hers. "They are looking here, looking at you."
The glass was icy cold, but his chest muscles were burning hot. He Sang was so panicked that his whole body was trembling.
Her top was intact, but her trousers were messy. The brick wall under the glass just covered her waist. If Liang Jishen used a little more force and pushed her up, she would be exposed.
A family of three walked past the window. The woman was holding the man's arm and looking at He Sang suspiciously. Liang Jishen covered half of her face with his hand, and she was sobbing.
At that time, footsteps were heard outside, approaching the bathroom door. Liang Jishen held her hips, took two steps at a time, returned to the cubicle, and locked the door.
At the washbasin across the door, the two ladies were putting on makeup and didn't hear the noise behind the door. "Mrs. Qiu is in the West District."
"I saw it, but I ignored her."
"Are you enemies?"
"She relies on her husband to monopolize the silk supply in the north, and now she has climbed up the Liang family in Beijing. It's not enough for her to show off."
"Who is from the Liang family?"
"The Third Young Master, he's the most popular one right now."
"He's so popular, so involved in politics and business, why would he associate with the Qiu family?"
"Maybe he needs help from the Qiu family, and the Qiu family is eager for it, so they hit it off."
He Sang pursed his lips tightly to suppress his moans.
"The Qiu family is going to gain power, and our business will become more difficult."
"What could the Third Young Master possibly ask Old Qiu for..."
The second half of the sentence stops abruptly.
"Mrs. Qiu, what a coincidence, are you coming to dinner too?"
"Luckily I came to eat, otherwise I wouldn't have known why our Qiu family was so hated."
It was Mrs. Qiu's voice.
He Sang was scared and grabbed Liang Jishen's hand. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were blurred. She was as seductive as she could be.
It is so beautiful.
Liang Jishen felt as if the sky was splitting and the earth was collapsing, and his movements unconsciously accelerated.
"Don't want it anymore?"
He hissed softly.
He Sang had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he looked like he was about to cry, which was so pitiful that it touched the man's heart.
There are flashes of swords and sabers outside, and surging heat waves inside.
"Mrs. Qiu is too worried. Why should we hate you? We envy you. We envy the Qiu family's prominence and that you have a good husband."
They finished the scene and hurried out.
Liang Jishen was leaning against the wall, but he used too much strength and his elbow hit the door with a bang. Mrs. Qiu turned her head instantly and stared at the closed door.
"Who's in there?"
He Sang's eyes widened, he was at a loss.
The man gestured for silence and taught her one sentence at a time.
She took a deep breath and said, "Mrs. Qiu, it's me."
Mrs. Qiu was stunned.
"Xiao He, aren't you going to get your bag?"
He Sang's mind was blank as she stared at the man infatuatedly. Liang Jishen was in the mood to tease her again. He held her lips with his and moved them a little bit. He Sang's entire attention was focused here, on the touch he brought her.
"I handed it over to my colleague. I'm sorting out the underwear."
Panting.
Delicate.
Mrs. Qiu is an old hand. She married Mr. Qiu for the second time and is very experienced in the lovemaking between men and women. He Sang's gentle tone clearly shows that she has been touched by a man before.
I haven't recovered yet.
"Xiao He, I'll wait for you to come back together?"
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