(7 Fresh Coins) Chapter 11 (Part 2) Your Temperature
Si Qiang rubbed against the soft blanket for a while, unable to bear it any longer, but his lower body grew harder and hotter, making him feel like he was on fire all over, and he really couldn't take it anymore.
He finally couldn't resist unzipping his pants, freeing his throbbing member, and stroking it a few times, trying to relieve the urge that was about to explode.
"Ah... um..." A seductive moan escaped from his pink lips. His sweaty hair clung to his face, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was flushed, making him look exceptionally erotic and alluring.
Panting, Si Qiang gripped his lower body and began to move up and down rapidly. Recalling the events of last night, he pressed down on the man, deeply penetrating that maddeningly tight little hole, thrusting and pounding forcefully. The wet and slippery inner walls clung tightly to him, driving him more and more frantic with each thrust. In the end, his mind was almost completely blank, only knowing to desperately thrust his hips, unable to extricate himself from the ultimate pleasure of possessing that person.
I want you so much... I want you so much... Please... love me... Qi...
She cried out that person's name in her heart, her body and mind trembling with fear. Si Qiang vigorously rubbed her throbbing desire, her movements becoming increasingly rapid, and her aroused genitals began to secrete clear love fluid, gradually wetting her entire palm.
She wanted to enter his body, to thrust hard, to make him climax repeatedly like last night, until he could no longer ejaculate and could only cry and beg for mercy like a woman. She wanted to completely possess him, to make him see nothing but her.
Overly intense sexual fantasies made Si Qiang pant and growl like a wild beast, desperately chasing after the ultimate climax that could make one forget everything.
In a daze, Si Qiang unconsciously lowered her eyes. In her blurred vision, desire appeared so nakedly ugly and filthy.
As if struck by lightning, he shuddered, released his grip as if electrocuted, and stared blankly at the transparent liquid in his palm.
A profound emptiness welled up within him. What was he doing? He gave a cold laugh, reached down, and grabbed the urge to release, squeezing it tightly. In an instant, a sharp pain shot through him; he gritted his teeth, and a gush of hot, white fluid erupted from his mouth.
There was no satisfaction from the climax, only endless self-loathing and mockery. Si Qiang raised her hand and wiped all the filth onto the blanket, then threw the blanket off the bed and rolled over onto the large bed where only the mattress remained.
He banished himself to this desolate silence, emptying his mind of all thoughts. "Don't think about it," he told himself. "At least tonight, let him rest—he was truly exhausted."
For Xu Qi, who had been tossed and turned all night, sitting up straight on the plane was an almost impossible task. He lay helplessly on his side, closing his eyes and pretending not to see his younger brother's gaze.
His current state made it almost obvious what had happened; he had been prepared ever since he called his subordinates to pick him up that afternoon. It was impossible to hide it from Xu Yi. As he boarded the plane, Xu Yi's expression became very subtle. His words seemed normal, but they sounded deliberately calculated.
The thought of his younger brother finding out about this made him feel utterly ashamed. What was even more infuriating was that he felt no hatred whatsoever for the culprit. Today, he forced himself to walk back to that bedroom to get his clothes. Seeing the messy bed, he almost reflexively blushed from head to toe, quickly ripping off the sheets and stuffing them into the trash can. But when he saw the person's tie clip that had fallen out, he couldn't help but pick it up and carefully put it in his pocket like a precious treasure.
Only now did he remember that Merlin had once taken his tie clip? He'd acted like a teenager, doing something so effeminate! Damn it! He reached into his pocket and grasped the object. The cold metallic texture startled him, but he instinctively tightened his grip.
He muttered to himself, holding his forehead, thinking to himself that he was becoming more and more useless as he got older.
Xu Yi sat beside him, seemingly leisurely sipping his coffee, but his eyes were fixed on his brother, whose back was turned to him. His heart was filled with mixed emotions. He knew immediately that Xu Qi and Qiangwei had definitely done what he predicted, and the process must have been quite intense. He should have been relieved, but judging from Xu Qi's attitude, there seemed to be no progress in their relationship—Xu Qi's act of leaving without Si Qiang's knowledge clearly revealed their problems. This made him both angry and anxious, yet helpless. How could anyone else intervene in such an awkward situation? It would only make things worse.
He sighed inwardly. This one was half-dead, and the other one was definitely no better off. He knew Si Qiang's personality; she was even more stubborn and prone to getting stuck on things. He wondered how far she had gone in self-torture this time.
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