Chapter 54 Addiction-Inducing: Abdominal and pectoral muscles were covered in melted fluid. ...
After saying that, Qiao Bolin looked away and returned to the private room as if nothing had happened.
Zheng Xiaohan had just stood up to talk to Qiao Bolin when she looked up and saw that he had already gone back. She could only bite the bullet and sit back down, giving an awkward smile under Gu Yan's gaze.
“I just saw Mr. Qiao glance this way and thought he saw you,” she added. “You’ve always said you and Mr. Qiao are very close, so why didn’t you go and toast him or something?”
After hearing Zheng Xiaohan's words, everyone's eyes turned to her, and Gu Yan's smile froze, neither here nor there.
Just then, Chu Jingnian casually walked over, drawing everyone's attention.
"Mr. Qiao just said that there are people he knows at this table, and he and the boss agreed that this table would be on his behalf."
Wow! Yan-ge, you're amazing!
"Brother Yan, when did you become so close to President Qiao? Could you introduce us to him?"
"......"
Gu Yan was initially bewildered by the praise, but when he realized that even Zheng Xiaohan was looking at him with more admiration, he stopped caring about whether it was reasonable and simply enjoyed it without a care in the world.
The atmosphere was heated up because of the little incident, and Gu Yan and Zheng Xiaohan naturally became the focus of the gathering, so no one paid attention to Ning Jiu, who was not very familiar with them to begin with.
She put away her phone and headed towards the restaurant exit, but just as she turned the corner, a waiter subtly stopped her and gave her a polite smile.
"Miss Ning, the private room has been prepared for you and Mr. Qiao. Please come in."
Besides the door that Qiao Bolin had come out of earlier, the private room also had a more secluded back door. Ning Jiu followed the waiter to the back door, and suddenly remembered something. She took out a ring from her bag and put it on the middle finger of her right hand.
Since she had a frank talk with Su Ming last time, the ring he gave her was naturally returned to its rightful owner. However, in order to prevent Qiao Bolin from doing anything reckless, Ning Jiu still had someone customize a very similar one based on the original ring. She figured Qiao Bolin wouldn't look at it closely, so this trick should work on him.
When I got to the back door, it was quickly closed as soon as I pushed it open.
With a soft "click," the latch was fastened.
The noise outside was shut out, and the private room became much darker in an instant. Ning Jiu took a step forward as a reflex, but as soon as she approached the huge wooden table in the center, she suddenly seemed to remember something, her back stiffened, and her face turned completely red.
"What are you thinking about, Miss Ning?"
A teasing male voice came from the corner of the private room. Ning Jiu blinked her long, fine eyelashes and looked up at the long table. She then realized that there was no human body feast that Qiao Bolin had mentioned. On both sides were exquisite tableware and small porcelain dishes. In addition to the usual sushi and sashimi, the dishes also included tamagoyaki and wagashi, all arranged according to her favorite tastes.
Once her nerves relaxed, she remembered that she couldn't show weakness in front of Qiao Bolin, so she tightened her grip on the strap of her bag.
"Come and see for yourself if you're really that perverted."
The last two words were almost uttered through gritted teeth, but instead of the viciousness she had envisioned, they carried a hint of reproach.
The handmade paper lanterns shaped like cherry blossoms cast a dim glow. Jobel approached from the corner, his high nose bridge dividing the light into two shades of light and dark.
“The 'body banquet' is the highest level of treatment in Japanese cuisine,” he said in a serious tone, as if he were explaining common knowledge to her. His long, slender, and fair fingers subtly hooked her little finger upwards until they stopped on the small mole that moved with her Adam's apple. “I value you, Miss Ning.”
Ning Jiu suddenly felt...
If she heard Qiao Bolin call her "Miss Ning" in such a hypocritical way again, she would really go crazy.
But the hooked position continued upwards, from the rolling, protruding Adam's apple to the soft lips. Ning Jiu was about to pull away when she suddenly felt the warm, wet sensation spreading from her fingertips. He actually took her finger into his mouth and sucked on it.
"Don't you really want to try, baby?"
The sucking pressure changed, like kissing her fingers. When his thin lips parted slightly, Ning Jiu was led downwards by him to explore, only then did she notice that the skin under Qiao Bolin's shirt was slightly red, and the cool moisture mixed with the skin temperature evaporated, making her fingers numb.
He had just taken a shower.
He was serious.
This realization caused Ning Jiu's mind to go blank, rendering her unable to think straight.
Taking advantage of her moment of stunned silence, Qiao Bolin hooked her hand and slowly led it to his shirt, then unbuttoned it completely. He lay half-reclined on the chair, his voice, though seemingly the most alluring, remained cool and clear.
"How you want to eat me? How much you want? You can have whatever you want."
"Don't rush, take your time, I'm yours now."
Ning Jiu felt that she was becoming somewhat out of her mind.
What comes into view is the firm abdominal muscles that rise and fall with each breath. The man's waistline is sharp and shows the marks of long-term exercise. Just a light touch with the fingertips can feel an intense heat that cannot be ignored.
She stubbornly insisted that she shouldn't think she wouldn't dare, and Qiao Bolin smiled and nodded, his finger gently caressing the magnificent engagement ring on her right middle finger, before ruthlessly putting her on a high platform where she couldn't get off.
“We’re having an affair right now, Ning Jiu,” he said with a smile. “Should we put in the bamboo leaves first, or crushed ice? I’m getting so hot.”
Ning Jiu hadn't felt anything at first, but when he brought it up, a sense of guilt inexplicably welled up inside her, mixed with a dangerous thrill akin to adultery, which gradually fermented deep within her brain, causing a tingling sensation in her fingertips.
The consequence of his half-flirting, half-provoking provocation was...
She actually started picking up bamboo leaves and crushed ice from the long table and placing them on his abs.
With a hiss.
It's unclear who sent it, or perhaps it doesn't matter anymore. By the time Ning Jiu realized what was happening, her fair skin was already covered with a thin layer of bamboo leaves and crushed ice, and her abdominal and pectoral muscles were covered with the liquid from the melting ice water, making her look exceptionally lewd.
Perhaps to express her dissatisfaction, or to retaliate against what he said, Ning Jiu's gaze swept over the sake on the table, her fingertips touched the cold glass, and she poured the sake slightly onto Qiao Bolin.
In an instant, the aroma of sake, the dampness, and the coolness of bamboo leaves intertwined, and the luster of ice cubes and sake reflected a dazzling light on her skin. The sensory impact of the intertwined scents rushed over her, and she felt her fingertips tremble slightly with excitement.
He's indulging in addiction.
Ning Jiu suddenly realized.
From their first meeting in Potsdam to their reunion at the company, and now, he has been subtly lowering her standards, tempting her to enjoy the thrill of this immoral act with him, dragging her down into a sea of desire from which she can never escape.
Qiao Bolin just stared at Ning Jiu quietly, his breathing undisguised, the undulating muscles barely visible in the dim light.
Sensing the girl's pause, he knew she had realized something, but he still coaxed her in a low voice.
"Weren't you going to eat me? Why did you stop?"
Just like now, Ning Jiu clearly knew his intentions, but looking into his smiling black eyes, she still smiled, placed her hands on his broad shoulders, let her soft hair brush against his chest, and touched his skin moistened by sake, gently licking it.
In an instant, she felt Qiao Bolin's body stiffen imperceptibly.
"This is the last time."
Ning Jiu lowered her head and sucked all the wine off his body.
"If you try to coax me into drinking like this again, I'll pour the drink over your head."
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This was the third time she had touched alcohol since meeting Qiao Bolin. She rarely drank alcohol; just a few sips would make her head spin and her consciousness become blurred.
I used to be wary, but whenever I run into him, my guard somehow goes down.
That's so strange, isn't it?
In fact, Ningjiu was right.
As soon as Ning Jiu got into the car, the girl instinctively snuggled closer, her soft cheek gently rubbing against his palm. Her usually clear, light eyes seemed to be filled with a misty, alluring look as she gazed at him with deep affection.
Qiao Bolin's throat moved unconsciously, and even his breathing became heavier.
Soft and mushy, dazed and confused, powerless to resist.
Ningjiu, which belongs only to him at this moment.
After seeing Qiao Bolin drive away, the girl looked away, lowered her head slightly in dissatisfaction, grabbed his long, slender, white fingers, opened her rosy lips, and began to suck on his index finger.
The sticky sensation overlapped, and after sucking for a while, seeing that she still couldn't attract Qiao Bolin's attention, she simply bit him lightly with her teeth. The wet, itchy sensation mixed with pain stimulated her nerves, and Qiao Bolin pretended to hiss in pain. Ning Jiu smiled as if she had succeeded.
Before she could utter any boastful words, the man suddenly slammed on the brakes because of a red light. The next instant, her chin was lifted slightly, and a deep, undisguised, aggressive kiss enveloped her lips and teeth, causing saliva to drip down her chin that she couldn't swallow.
Ning let out a soft moan, unable to contain herself, and tried to back away. But as soon as her hand touched the leather seat, Qiao Bolin grabbed her and intertwined their fingers. The sound of water swirled between them. She was kissed until her brain was oxygen-deprived, and she could only let him continue to kiss her.
The lingering intoxication between the two spread and evaporated, flowing and lingering in the enclosed space.
Ning Jiu's strength gave out, and she practically clung to Qiao Bolin for the rest of the journey. Only when they arrived at the Lanxi Garden apartment building did she seem to snap out of her daze, her beautiful, hazy eyes taking in the familiar surroundings.
"Where is this? Aren't we at your house? Where's Xiao Bai... um!"
Before she could finish speaking, her lips were completely invaded by the man's lips and tongue.
The rapid, intense breathing was indistinguishable between the mingling of their breaths. Ning Jiu was suddenly lifted up, her body floating lightly in mid-air. She instinctively clutched Qiao Bolin's clothes tightly.
With a slight crackling sound, something fell out of her bag. The man had just picked it up when he felt his collar being gripped tighter, and the girl's soft lips brushed against his ear in a daze.
This is terrible.
With astonishing strength, Qiao Bolin carried her steadily upstairs, his strong hands wrinkling her clothes. He didn't give her a chance to breathe, constantly plundering her lips and tongue as they walked, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
He was tempting her to fall with him.
As Qiao Bolin felt the girl's wet, hot licking response, he thought maliciously.
He wanted to make Ning Jiu inseparable from him, just as he himself could not leave her for a moment.
He hated her, craved her, but couldn't have her.
Let's sink together, go crazy together, and go to hell together.
Qiao Bolin asked Ning Jiu which floor she lived on. Although she was so drunk that her mind was not clear, Ning Jiu was still able to answer subconsciously.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and she instinctively walked to her own door. Before her fingers could even touch the keypad, she was suddenly grabbed from behind, her slender shoulder blades pressed against the cold door panel.
She whimpered, her lips swollen and numb from the kisses, her legs trembling slightly. She was about to say no more, but Qiao Bolin seemed to have no end to the kisses, ignoring her resistance.
His tongue probed relentlessly, and saliva spilled from her lips and slid down her chin. Out of the corner of her eye, Ning Jiu seemed to catch a glimpse of a figure standing at the top of the stairs, but before she could think about it, the hand rubbing the back of her neck suddenly increased its pressure. She let out a soft groan of dissatisfaction and was forced to turn her attention back to him.
"No..." she pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Someone..."
“You’re drunk,” the man replied in his usual serious tone. “There are only the two of us here.”
Was she really drunk?
But over there, it seems there really is someone standing there—
Ning Jiu had no time to think any further.
Her breathing was intermittent. She wanted to push him away, but she completely lost her way in his burning breath and pressing posture. She was pulled into a vortex of desire, and only instinctive responses remained.
In the corner of the stairs, some distance away, Su Ming loosened his grip on the flowers, the stems slightly deformed from his holding, and coldly watched as Qiao Bolin turned Ning Jiu's head back to continue the deep kiss.
The girl was already kissed to the point of losing her senses, her breathing was disordered, and her eyes were watery. She could only endure it helplessly, but Qiao Bolin's lips and teeth became even more unrestrained, and the splashing sounds were particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.
The next moment, he seemed to look up unintentionally, and his gaze collided with Su Ming's from a distance.
Their lips and tongues intertwined intensely, and the crimson tip of their tongues could be vaguely seen swirling wildly. The corners of the man's lips were stained with the girl's gorgeous lip gloss, adding an indescribable sexiness to his usually aloof demeanor.
Long, slender, fair fingers slid slowly down the back of Ning Jiu's neck, finally landing on the engagement ring on the middle finger of her right hand, gently caressing it.
A blatant provocation.
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Author's Note: As I was writing, the young couple ended up kissing for the entire chapter.
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