Chapter 73 I Can’t Get Enough of It
When He Sang turned around, the man's strong body impacted her vision. The belt of his nightgown hung on the ground, completely open. Liang Jishen bent his knees and half-squatted, his waist and abdomen were strong and majestic, and the barriers of his muscles were bulging.
It had been a few days since they last did it, and the air was filled with his desire and need.
He was heroic and full of confidence, intimidating He Sang.
One of her feet was hanging high, and the other intact foot was moving in the bathtub. Her legs were inadvertently spread apart, and the thick white foam and rosy skin entered Liang Jishen's eyes without any concealment.
"I'll rub it myself." He Sang grabbed the towel and said, "Turn off the light."
The man's eyes were like those of a wolf, wild and lustful. "Can you see clearly with the lights off?"
"I groped and rubbed—"
The towel wasn't warm enough, so Liang Jishen took it back and said, "Don't get your feet wet. Sit tight."
He rubbed with great force, and the water was slippery, so He Sang slid back and forth uncontrollably, clinging to his shoulders tightly to maintain his balance.
The pain in his shoulder blade stimulated Liang Jishen, and anger rose in his eyes. At first, he rubbed it with a towel. He didn't know when the towel fell into the water, and he rubbed it with his hands.
He Sang blocked the upper part but couldn't block the lower part, but she swung her arms with a wide range of motion. Under the blazing white light, her chest was her chest and her hips were her hips. Without the restraint of underwear, they were stretched and trembling.
"You rub it so hard that it hurts..."
Liang Jishen supported himself on the edge of the bathtub with both hands and leaned forward. His powerful breath seemed like a column, spraying forcefully into her cochlea. The man looked at her with a sense of conquest, and calmly laid a net to capture her, his little prey, alive.
He stroked He Sang's cheek with his palm-sized hand, which was moist and misty, and wrapped her with his five fingers.
"You take care of me every time I have a headache, and I will help you relieve the pain too?"
He Sang's earlobes were very sensitive and couldn't stand the heat, so they shrank into a ball unbearably. "Does it hurt now?"
"My head doesn't hurt, but somewhere else hurts."
The bathroom was in chaos. She shook her head, "I'm injured."
"You take a break, I'll do it."
He Sang refused and shook his head like a rattle.
Liang Jishen has always had a strong sexual desire. Most men gradually restrain themselves after the age of thirty, but he was quite restrained and self-disciplined in his twenties. As he got older, he became more and more addicted to it. He Sang's youthfulness, completeness, soft dancing skills, and excellent endurance made him never tired of it.
He hugged He Sang helplessly and said, "You have no conscience. Do you care about my pain?"
He Sang was so aroused that half of his body was numb and his eyes were blurry. "I'm not a doctor. Where does it hurt? Go and take medicine..."
The man put his hand into the bathtub, and the water splashed and gurgled. A large amount of steam made everything empty, the lights were empty, and his face was empty. He Sangru was floating in the clouds, with her head raised high. The man took the opportunity to kiss her neck.
When they were entangled in the kiss, she suddenly pushed him away, her face turning pale.
Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down and my feet were shaking.
"Did it hit you?"
Liang Jishen was mainly teasing her, thinking that she had just recovered from surgery and was rather delicate. He was also going to abstain from sex, but when He Sang started crying, he immediately stopped.
......
In the evening, Liang Jishen was working in the reception room. He Sang was leaning on a clothesline as a crutch and washed a plate of fruit. When he brought it out, he just looked up.
She bent over and held the aluminum pole, which was more than one meter long, under her armpits. Her slender figure was only slightly thicker than the pole. The only difference was that the pole was straight, while she had curves.
The man chuckled, "Nice shape."
He Sang put down the fruit plate and said, "You won't wash it for me."
He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. The degree was not high, but they were for eye protection. In the past few years, Liang Jishen had been working overtime to review and propose proposals. It was common for him to work in the early morning. He even got up in a daze to go to the company, and his eyesight was not so good as before.
"Do you eat strawberries?"
She pinched one, and the man stared at the document, tilted his head slightly, and opened his mouth.
He Sang fed it to his mouth, "I forgot, you don't eat sweets."
Liang Jishen smiled and turned to the next document.
——The budget for Metro Line 7 project is 370 million yuan.
She bit into a strawberry and asked, "It costs more than 300 million to build a line."
The man said calmly, "Early stage."
“300 million is only half?”
"Line 7 is a ring line around the city. It has a large expansion area and requires more investment than Lines 1, 2 and 3." Liang Jishen put his left arm behind her, exerted force, embraced her, and kissed the top of her head.
Only the reading light was on in the hall, a circle of orange-white light strips, the dark brown curtains were half-closed and half-exposed, and outside the high-rise building were wisps of neon lights.
Ambiguous and warm.
"The province gave the project to China Overseas because you work for the group. You'll get a large commission after the subway is built, right?"
Liang Jishen signed his name and affixed the official seal. "The provincial enterprise isn't making any money, so I don't get any commission." He pouted He Sang's chin, his fair complexion radiating beauty. "Are you worried that I can't support you?"
"I don't need you to support me."
"Really?" He wiped the strawberry stain from the corner of her lips, "Let's settle the score."
He Sang pursed his lips and said, "I will pay you back."
When she said this, there was a sense of farewell with a fearless attitude and a clean break.
Liang Jishen's grip suddenly tightened, as if he wanted to strangle her to pieces.
"Are you still talking nonsense?"
He Sang clenched his teeth and said nothing.
"If you keep being stubborn," the man said with a serious expression, "I'm not tired of you. You can't leave."
He closed the folder, threw it on the table, and got up from the sofa. "Go back to your room and sleep."
He Sang sat there in a daze for a long time.
I can't leave until I'm tired.
She didn't mind Liang Jishen's domineering and authoritarian nature, and she understood his situation and tolerated the fact that his feelings were not justified. What He Sang cared about was his definition of himself.
Between being tired and not being tired, between abandoning and not abandoning.
She didn't seem to have any control at all.
It was Liang Jishen who manipulated her stay or departure and this relationship.
......
When I checked out the next day, I saw a burgundy car parked in front of the hotel. It was a very stylish car, a modified Mercedes-Benz series, which could be driven by both men and women.
Liang Jishen was driving and He Sang was sitting in the passenger seat.
No one spoke along the way.
When they reached the gate of the residential complex, he turned off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt. He Sang spoke first, "It's farther from here to the theater than Lishui Mansion."
"I'll drive the car for you." Liang Jishen said concisely and pushed the door open.
He Sang also got off the car. The community's gilded nameplate was carved on a rockery. Surrounded by hospitals, stations, supermarkets and fire departments, it was located in the most prosperous South City District. Facial recognition was used for entering and exiting the iron gate, and the security facilities were very good.
The man put a lot of thought into it.
The apartment he bought is on the 19th floor of Building A. There are three buildings in total, A, B, and C. Each building has a ceiling of 25 floors. Each household above the 18th floor has an open-air garden. Cheng Xun installed an elliptical glass roof, which allows the stars to appear big and bright at night and provides shade during the day.
The second floor is a large bedroom with clothes from all four seasons hanging in the closet, none of which have tags cut off. Some of the spring and summer clothes are high-end custom-made pieces that have not yet been put on the market and have only appeared on catwalks and official website magazines.
The actresses in the theater are all connoisseurs. If He Sang wears it to work, they will definitely find out who is behind the scenes.
“It’s very expensive.”
Liang Jishen was smoking at the stairs. "Another IOU? You've already owed me over two hundred years of wages."
"I don't want to write an IOU—" He Sang jumped in front of him on one leg, "Just return the goods."
She was jumping up and down, and her breasts were almost popping out of her round-neck T-shirt. He thought of a beautiful and vivid description: as fast as a rabbit.
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