Chapter 43 If I could fall in love with someone, it would definitely be you
Even if it's past midnight when he gets home, and even if G-Dragon has to get up early the next day, there's still things he needs to do. Since he won't be able to see her for nearly three months, G-Dragon would have wanted to stay up all night if he didn't really have the ability.
Everyone knows what it is about, and Jingrong naturally understands it too.
As soon as she entered the house, Jing Rong told Quan Zhilong to get her pajamas as usual, and she went straight into the bathroom in the bedroom to turn on the water. Quan Zhilong obediently found both of their pajamas, closed the bathroom door, and hugged Jing Rong's waist from behind, holding Jing Rong's earlobe with his lips ambiguously.
Jing Rong still felt that she shouldn't be so understanding. There was no fun between lovers without some playful flirting—this was what Zhang Zhiyao had taught her. Jing Rong thought Zhang Zhiyao had a lot of practical experience and that she could listen. So, she struggled a little to break free from Quan Zhilong's embrace, faced him, and solemnly reminded him, "Stop messing around. You have to get up early tomorrow."
"So you should be more considerate of me." Quan Zhilong stepped forward and hugged Jingrong again. The face-to-face hug still made it easy to kiss her earlobe. Quan Zhilong sucked and licked it carefully, occasionally whispering softly, "Don't make me too tired, okay, Jingrong baby."
Jing Rong didn't say anything, so Quan Zhilong licked her and asked her again, repeating it several times. Jing Rong really couldn't pretend not to hear, so she reached out and pushed him away, looked at him with a smile, and said word by word: "How could I bear to let you get tired, dear." Quan Zhilong's eyes lit up, thinking that his girlfriend understood his hint and was ready to take over the hard work, but after Jing Rong finished speaking, she walked around him, reached out to touch the door handle, and reminded her: "The water temperature is just right. I dropped some essential oil in it. You soak in it before getting up..." As he said that, Jing Rong was about to open the door, but suddenly his waist was circled, and then his hand was also held. Quan Zhilong patiently pried open Jing Rong's fingers holding the door handle one by one, and then held them tightly in his palm. He turned Jing Rong around with the clasped hands. Jing Rong's back was already against the door, and she wanted Quan Zhilong to hold her tightly, and their bodies were infinitely close.
He couldn't help but think of the last time in the bathroom. It was too intense. Jingrong never used the bathroom in the master bedroom again because he always couldn't help but have such associations.
G-Dragon, too, recalled his last time. It was a beautiful memory, almost his most devoted and enjoyable experience—even his first night hadn't been as memorable and yearning. Often, his sexual encounters with women weren't about a deep connection or emotional connection, but simply a way to satisfy a physiological need. The experience lacked a certain charm, especially after releasing his feelings, when a sudden sense of emptiness washed over him, a feeling that felt untraceable. His first time with Jingrong, however, he'd felt incredibly satisfied afterward. The experience was a mutually enjoyable experience, a stark contrast to the simple act of venting. G-Dragon finally understood why "love" and "desire" were always linked together. They were truly inseparable. Whenever he'd experienced sex with someone he had feelings for, it felt like all his previous experiences had been in vain. Having sex with someone he didn't have feelings for was, in a word, like chewing wax.
Therefore, Quan Zhilong, who was so eager for that thing, naturally would not give up because of Jingrong's rejection. He hugged Jingrong's waist tightly, lowered his voice to sound a bit hoarse and sexy, and whispered softly: "Jingrong baby, I'm leaving tomorrow..."
"I know, that's why I let you have a good rest." Jing Rong managed to maintain a calm tone.
"We won't be able to see each other for the next two or three months..."
Jingrong paused, hummed softly, and his mood turned to loss in a second. Quan Zhilong continued: "I will miss you very much..."
Jing Rong quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "Sweet talk is useless. The best way to miss me is to avoid provoking girls."
Quan Zhilong buried his head in her smooth and delicate neck and lingered on it for a few kisses before he whispered, "Then do you want to mark me with Jingrong's mark?"
"How do you fight?"
Quan Zhilong retracted his hand, swiftly ripped open his thin sweater, unbuttoned his shirt, and soon his upper body was naked in front of Jingrong. Quan Zhilong said very frankly: "You can fight me any way you want, it's up to you."
Jing Rong pushed Quan Zhilong away and took a step back. For the first time, she looked at the tattoos on Quan Zhilong's body so seriously. After a while, she suddenly asked, "Do you love me a little bit?"
G-Dragon was stunned. He never thought that Jing Rong would ask such a question, because her restraint and principled impression over the past few days has been deeply imprinted in G-Dragon's cognition. Jing Rong is self-aware. She is used to pretending to be ignorant even though she knows the truth. Unlike before, not only did she not know her position clearly, but she also wanted to get to the bottom of things. If the result was not what she wanted, she would start to make trouble. So this question was completely not Jing Rong's style. G-Dragon didn't know she would ask, and he didn't prepare an answer at all.
Even though G-Dragon can also speak sweet words and has no moral integrity when trying to coax people, Jing Rong asked in such a serious manner that G-Dragon had only two answers: yes or no, but both answers were too absolute.
For G-Dragon, the concept of falling in love with someone is something he has no idea. When he was young, he thought he had truly loved. He waited for that girl in the rain, but ended up seeing her walking hand in hand with the person she liked. He finally realized that his so-called sincerity might be garbage that the other party disdained. So he thought there would be nothing more heartbreaking in his life than that. However, it was not the case. Everything that happened after that made him feel more painful than that, such as his debut not being recognized, the plagiarism incident that was criticized by others, and the drug abuse incident that almost ruined the entire Big Bang. Each one was more painful than the so-called true love. Perhaps his life is like the sun. Career, family and friendship are enough. It doesn’t matter whether he has love or not, so it doesn’t matter whether he loves or not.
A heart that had been sealed for years, now asking if it was in love with someone, how could it possibly have an answer? Perhaps it had already forgotten how to love someone. G-Dragon didn't want to lie to Jingrong because those eyes were too bright. He knew whether he was telling the truth or not; those eyes could tell the difference. Even if he lied, she would still believe it. Furthermore, G-Dragon was proud, and he was too proud to lie on this issue.
But shaking his head doesn't seem right. Besides love, there can be other feelings, such as liking her very much, caring about her, missing her, being angry with her, and being reluctant to part with her. These emotions are already rare for him. If this is an open-ended question, G-Dragon can say a lot. She is different to him. She is the only special case he has ever had and the only woman he has thought of spending the rest of his life with... However, now it is a question of choosing between two options. He can only choose this one, but there is no answer for him here. He can only choose to remain silent.
Quan Zhilong felt that he had been in a dilemma for a long time, but in fact, it was only a few seconds in Jingrong's eyes. During these few seconds, she clearly saw the struggle in his eyes, which was enough for her. Jingrong pointed to a place on Quan Zhilong's chest and said softly: "When you are moved by me and feel that you have fallen in love with me, tattoo Xue Jingrong on this place, okay?"
Quan Zhilong was stunned again. He didn't expect that she was the one who broke the silence in the awkward situation. He asked in a difficult tone, "...Why?"
"That's the mark I want, one of a kind in the world, and I hope it can never be erased."
"What I want to know is... why did you ask that question, but then spoke again without waiting for my answer?"
"Your answer is already obvious." Jing Rong raised his hand and gently stroked Quan Zhilong's furrowed brows, saying with a little heartache, "Don't be like this, I just don't want you to be in a dilemma."
Quan Zhilong hugged Jingrong tightly and buried his head in her neck again, smelling the fresh and pleasant scent of her perfume. After a while, he whispered: "If I could fall in love with someone, that person would definitely be you!"
"I know." Jing Rong raised his lips and smiled confidently, "I won't give you the chance to love someone else."
As is customary in romance novels, after such a string of sentimental words, it's time to do something passionate. This was no exception for Jingrong and Quan Zhilong. They didn't know when their lips touched, but once they did, it was like **, a raging fire burning both of them, as if the other was their lifeline. No one could leave the other, not even for a second, as they kissed deeply and entangled. During this time, Quan Zhilong took off all of Jingrong's clothes, and their lips didn't separate for a moment, as if they had become one. When they hugged Jingrong and sat in the bathtub, their lips finally parted. Quan Zhilong sat down below, put Jingrong on his lap, and chuckled, "Jingrong baby, I have something important to do tomorrow. You said you'd be considerate of me."
Jing Rong's whole body went limp, and she had to hold onto Quan Zhilong's shoulders with both hands to prevent herself from slipping into the water. When she heard this, she didn't even have the energy to roll her eyes, because as soon as Quan Zhilong held her waist and sat down, an uninvited guest broke into the already wet passage with the warm water.
As soon as G-Dragon finished teasing Jingrong with his mouth, he immediately followed with his body, but Jingrong's place was too tight, and this was the first time for him to do this position, so he was a little nervous. Therefore, G-Dragon was stuck before he even got halfway in, unable to go up or down. Helplessly, G-Dragon suppressed his desire, and put one hand around Jingrong's waist and rubbed it gently, which was her sensitive part. The other hand actually reached out to the place of junction, and Jingrong felt the dense bush being moved. The blood in her body immediately rushed to her head, and her face turned red, comparable to a cooked shrimp.
"Honey..." Jing Rong tried to pull the hand that was making trouble under her out, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless. Not only was it ineffective, but Quan Zhilong also lowered his head and sucked the delicate red fruit in front of her. Jing Rong's whole body stiffened, and she felt like she had been electrocuted. Her whole body was numb and her reason was almost a mess. She could only let Quan Zhilong do whatever he wanted.
After kissing for a while, feeling that Jingrong's body had completely relaxed, Quan Zhilong began to try to move his lower body, but it was still so tight. However, the comfortable feeling made him unable to control himself and cried out: "Oh, Jingrong baby, you are so tight, so comfortable..."
Jing Rong gritted her teeth when she heard the voice, picked up Quan Zhilong's face and lowered her head to kiss him deeply. Quan Zhilong kissed her passionately for a moment, then suddenly tilted his head and said, "Baby, I know about passion, but at least let me go all in first before you get passionate, okay? You're half stuck in me like this and still seducing me passionately, I'm really embarrassed..." As he spoke, while Jing Rong was not paying much attention to what was underneath, Quan Zhilong quietly used his hands to pry open Jing Rong's legs, then with a force, he pushed deep in, accompanied by Jing Rong's almost voiceless moan, "Don't... dear..."
It's no use saying anything at this time. G-Dragon can't listen, and Jing Rong doesn't know what he is saying. The two of them move with the same rhythm and frequency, performing the most primitive exercise and the pleasure that almost reaches heaven.
Jing Rong was on top the whole time, but what G-Dragon meant by "don't let him get too tired" didn't mean to conserve his energy for the next day's itinerary, but to save some for him to have another shot later. Jing Rong didn't know this at the time, thinking that she must leave some good memories before parting, otherwise she was really worried that this guy would be seduced away by an Sakura girl before she completed her conquest - as she had said before, G-Dragon couldn't be a love guru, Jing Rong even felt that he couldn't even be loyal, so she never believed in him.
Jingrong only believes in himself.
Jing Rong really tried her best this time. She was the one who took the lead in the riding position in the bathtub, and she also had to cooperate with the man in other actions that he occasionally thought of on a whim. But that was not the key. The key was that the man could last without any effort. Damn it. Jing Rong was sweating profusely on top. Looking at the leisurely posture of the man under her and his occasional actions of urging her to hurry up, she wanted to flip the table. If he didn't come out, she really couldn't hold on any longer. Damn it!
Jing Rong's movements were getting slower and slower, but he bit his lip and refused to ask for help. After watching the good show for most of the night, Quan Zhilong finally couldn't bear to see Jing Rong continue to "work hard". To be honest, if his girlfriend was good at this, then she probably wouldn't care whether she wanted him or not. Thinking of this, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but think of a joke he had seen before. The standard of a good man was a pile driver in bed and an ATM under the bed. Although he had enough money, his girlfriend didn't need it, so he was no longer a good man. If he was not good in bed, he might not even be considered a man.
Thinking of this, Quan Zhilong decisively held Jingrong's waist and pushed upwards. Jingrong gasped and complained intermittently: "Finally... finally... I'm willing to move..."
Quan Zhilong chuckled: "Who told you to be perfunctory to me after you satisfied yourself, baby?"
Jing Rong didn't even have the energy to stare. He leaned over and hugged Quan Zhilong's neck, resting his head on his shoulder and letting him move up and down. His body trembled, and his long hair hung down, moving with the movements of his body. It didn't look messy at all, but rather had an indescribable beauty.
Quan Zhilong's hand passed through her hair, and then stroked her smooth back. At the last moment, he whispered in her ear: "I suddenly feel that black hair is the most beautiful hair color in the world."
These words were undoubtedly meant for Jingrong, and they were truly romantic. Jingrong's parents were both university professors, a family steeped in scholarship. Although they didn't care about many things, the Jing family still had some strong principles. For example, they allowed everyone to have a bald head, but they didn't allow anyone to dye their hair. Jingrong was a master of this. She had sported long, straight black hair from childhood, and in high school she was known as "the girl with the elegant long hair." When she first became the bohemian Xue Jingrong, her hair style, which rivaled the unconventional "Shamatte" style, made her want to bang her head against the wall. "With this look, how dare you say someone doesn't love her?" Jingrong didn't know that the original owner had chosen to follow Quan Zhilong's unconventional tastes. She never compromised her daily life for others. After two days of enduring it, she felt she could no longer tolerate it and finally went to the hair salon. The clear soup noodle hairstyle she created almost stunned her friends. Sadly, it was just a new hairstyle, and Quan Zhilong couldn't even remember what Xue Jingrong looked like before.
If Xue Jingrong was still conscious, I wonder if he would regret risking his life for this man, and finally losing his life. Jingrong, who did nothing but say one thing in front of him and another behind his back, was able to easily move his heart. If he was still alive, maybe the original owner would take sleeping pills again.
After saying that, G-Dragon wanted to see his girlfriend's reaction, but he pushed her head that was buried in his shoulder for a few times, but there was no response. Knowing that she was too tired to sleep, G-Dragon couldn't help sighing that it was a rare opportunity for him to say sweet words, but it was like talking to a deaf person. He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. In the end, he could only dry Jingrong's body, put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. After putting Jingrong on the bed, G-Dragon put on her pajamas first, then put on his own clothes, and then sat back on the bed to help Jingrong dry the wet ends of her hair with a hair dryer. He had no time to sigh that this was the first time he served someone like this, but the person being served was sleeping soundly. After doing this series of things, G-Dragon was also very tired. He went to bed and hugged Jingrong. Almost a few minutes after turning off the lights, he fell into a deep sleep.
Quan Zhilong thought he would be woken up by the alarm the next day, but it turned out not to be the case. He woke up dozens of minutes before the alarm went off. The reason he woke up with a start was that he dreamed that he was a crow, and the meat that had been hanging in his beak for months was suddenly tricked away by a fox. In anger, he opened his eyes and found that his arms were empty. Quan Zhilong sat up. The bedroom door was ajar, so he could hear the sounds from the living room. It seemed that Jingrong was talking to someone, and then there was the sound of thanks, and then the door was closed. After a while, Jingrong returned to the bedroom. Seeing Quan Zhilong sitting up, he walked towards the bed and asked, "Why are you awake?"
"I'll just find out you're not here."
"Oh, someone just delivered a package." Jing Rong lifted the quilt and sat down, explaining, "There's still more than an hour left, let's sleep a little longer."
"I can't seem to sleep." Quan Zhilong reached out and hugged Jingrong into his arms. Jingrong sat on his lap, stretched out his arms to hook his neck, kissed the corner of his mouth, and asked: "Are you really not going to sleep anymore?"
G-Dragon nodded, but his hand had already slipped into Jingrong's pajamas, gently stroking his smooth and delicate skin. Jingrong paused and found that he didn't seem to intend to do anything else except stroking back and forth, so he leaned his head on his chest, closest to his heart, and sighed softly: "You'll be leaving in two hours." The sound of the word "ah" was dragged out very long, giving a feeling of sighing three times.
Quan Zhilong lowered his head and kissed Jingrong's forehead, and whispered: "Although the president has restricted my actions, as long as there is a chance, I will fight for it back."
"That's too much work. You should just focus on the concert."
"But what should I do if I miss you?" Quan Zhilong buried his head in her hair, and there was obvious sadness in his baby voice. The separation had not yet come, but he had already tasted the pain of missing you.
"What do you say we should do?" Jing Rong murmured unconsciously. It seemed like it was the first time he saw her so powerless. Quan Zhilong's heart tightened slightly and he hugged her tightly. He was a little moved and didn't care about what Jing Rong would say about not rinsing his mouth. He raised his head and kissed Jing Rong's lips deeply.
Men like to be wild before they get up in the morning. Quan Zhilong is a typical man. No matter how passionate he was last night, it can't affect his current sexual interest. He started to lose control while kissing, and all kinds of accidental discharges were made, and then they had sex in the true sense. He had sex before leaving, and then he got up and washed up. He had some time to catch up. Quan Zhilong had to catch an early flight. As soon as he arrived in Japan, he had to participate in the recording of a certain program, so he got up very early. Jingrong didn't have to get up so early. After finishing, he sat on the bed and watched Quan Zhilong busying around. After the chaos, Quan Zhilong finally stood in front of Jingrong refreshed, dressed properly, and looked down at Jingrong for a moment. Quan Zhilong reached out and hugged her: "Baby, I'm leaving. Do you have anything to say?"
Jing Rong shook his head, saw the look in the man's eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Take good care of yourself."
"What else?" He already felt a little aggrieved.
Jing Rong chuckled: "I will miss you!" As she spoke, she broke free from Quan Zhilong's embrace, threw back the quilt, got out of bed, left the bedroom and went to the living room. Quan Zhilong followed closely behind her. Jing Rong bent down and picked up the white USB drive from the coffee table in front of the sofa, placing it in Quan Zhilong's palm: "Hold it well. If you lose it, don't come back."
So important? Quan Zhilong raised an eyebrow: "What is this?"
"A magic pill. Open it and read it when you miss me."
Jingrong spoke so mysteriously that Quan Zhilong became even more curious: "What is it, baby?" Jingrong stopped talking, hooked his neck and kissed him, then pushed him out, "You should leave, otherwise it will be too late."
Quan Zhilong put his arm around her waist and said aggrievedly, "I don't even want to leave, but you insist on kicking me out."
"You're taking advantage of me. If you don't leave now, I'll close the door and you won't be able to leave." Jing Rong threatened. Quan Zhilong was the most susceptible to this. He hugged her and kissed her a few more times, and finally left the door reluctantly.
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By the way, the author is not having a good day today. I had my period in the morning and caught a cold in the evening. I used a large pack of tissues and my nose is about to break. Now I feel dizzy and uncomfortable. My friends, please take care of your body and don’t learn from the idiot author who deliberately dropped the ball before the New Year. He was like this last year too.
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