Just then, a slight rustling sound came from beside my ear.
It's the sound of clothing rubbing against a genuine leather seat.
Bang, bang, bang
Zhou Jingxing's heart pounded faster and faster. His fingers gripped the steering wheel more tightly, turning a sickly pale white. A soft, warm little hand grasped his wrist, and then she sat on his lap.
Because of her posture, the originally long skirt hem rode up a bit, revealing her fair and smooth thighs.
Yuan Jiang wrapped her arms around Zhou Jingxing's neck, rested her delicate chin on his shoulder, and gently brushed her warm breath, which smelled of alcohol, against his earlobe.
The undeniably soft flesh on her chest was pressed tightly against his chest, rising and falling with their rapid breathing.
Zhou Jingxing's forehead veins bulged, and his throat became even drier: "Yuan Jiang."
"Call me wife." Yuan Jiang blew a warm breath into his ear.
A sweet, delicate voice, accompanied by warm breath, sprayed into Zhou Jingxing's ear. He suddenly felt a jolt, as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body jolted uncontrollably.
His dark, gloomy eyes were somewhat unfocused and lost in thought. His wife...
"Husband, why didn't you call me?" Yuan Jiang's charming voice rang in his ear.
Soft and sticky, it seemed like a reproach, or perhaps a complaint.
"I..." Zhou Jingxing's heart skipped a beat, and he felt an overwhelming excitement trembling through his body.
The girl before him easily aroused the desire he had hidden deep within him.
Yuan Jiang chuckled softly, her small hand quietly sliding down to touch a button on the side of the driver's seat.
A soft "click" sounded.
Zhou Jingxing felt the back of the seat beneath him begin to tilt backward, and without warning, he lay down, with an ethereal young girl on top of him.
"Honey, please say it, please kiss me," she tempted.
With a "boom," Zhou Jingxing's mind went blank, and all the scenes in front of him became blurry at this moment, except for the girl's wicked and mischievous face, which was clear and bright.
His voice was suppressed: "Wife, please, kiss me."
Screw brothers!
"My husband is so good, I'll reward you~" Yuan Jiang smiled coquettishly, pulled open Zhou Jingxing's clothes, and lowered her head to kiss his lips.
Another small hand quietly fell, secretly lifting a corner of the lace.
Zhou Jingxing felt that everything was going on so absurdly yet blissfully, his breath filled with a seductive fragrance, and he swallowed unconsciously.
All that could be heard were the soft moans and seductive groans of a young girl.
He thought he was so happy he was about to die.
Outside the car window, all was quiet.
Inside the car, chaos and allure prevailed.
......
An hour later, Yuan Jiang smiled and placed the pink lace into Zhou Jingxing's hand, kissing him on the cheek: "Honey, I'm going back to the dorm now."
"Isn't there a curfew?" Zhou Jingxing asked in a hoarse voice.
"That's not something my husband should care about. Goodbye." Yuan Jiang climbed over Zhou Jingxing.
Zhou Jingxing's muddled consciousness returned to normal at this moment. He suddenly grabbed her small hand, his eyes still bloodshot: "Why don't you break up?"
"Because it's fun~" Yuan Jiang smiled, broke free from Zhou Jingxing's hand, and turned to leave.
Scumbag woman!
A heartless woman who doesn't recognize people after she's done her work!
Zhou Jingxing clutched the still-warm lace tightly in his hand, his eyes dangerous and enigmatic.
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