Rong Yan grabbed Fu Jingsheng by the collar and pulled him toward the balcony.
In that life-or-death moment, all she could think about was that this man hadn't had enough sleep yet, and it wouldn't be worth it for him to die.
Fu Jingsheng knew that Rong Yan was unruly when she was drunk.
Judging from her seductive gaze, she was interested.
How can I go to the balcony on my own initiative?
When Rong Yan was sober, Fu Jingsheng didn't dare to ask. But now, fueled by alcohol, he said in a deep voice, "Am I not able to satisfy you? You always pretend to beg for mercy."
Rong Yan wasn't drunk; at least she could answer any of Fu Jingsheng's questions.
She shook her finger: "Of course I'm not pretending, Fu Jingsheng, be gentle with me in a bit."
“Let’s go to the balcony. I want to sit on the railing,” Rong Yan said, swaying her body as she pointed.
Then she climbed up the man's back and pressed her body against him, saying, "Hold me, I can't climb up."
"If you really weren't faking it, then why did you cry last night when you used the toy?" Fu Jingsheng asked again.
"I don't know either, maybe I'm just too tired. What's wrong with you today? Don't you want to be with me?" In the past, if he flirted with her a little, Fu Jingsheng would definitely be in a hurry. Why are there so many questions now?
"Is it because of Xiaobaihe? She's young, beautiful, and even took the knife for you." Rong Yan pouted, full of jealousy.
"Is it?" She poked Fu Jingsheng's chest, her face serious.
Fu Jingsheng grabbed the woman's hand: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Hehehe, just kidding. I know you only love me, honey. You've been looking for the murderer for two days and haven't been in the mood for intimacy. Aren't you coming today?" Rong Yan pressed herself against Fu Jingsheng again.
Reaching out...
Fu Jingsheng straightened his back, his eyes burning with fire, stopped asking questions, and put his arm around Rong Yan's waist, leading her to the railing.
I don't care whether I can satisfy her or not.
Even the evening breeze in Haicheng carries a heat wave.
A gentle breeze brushed against the woman's back, carrying the heat of her palms, and Rong Yan felt as if a fire was being ignited within her.
She became much more proactive after drinking.
The woman squirmed restlessly, and Fu Jingsheng, fearing she might fall, kept his hand on her back the entire time.
It's exciting with a touch of thrill.
When Rong Yan was lifted off the ground, it felt as if all the bones in her body had been removed.
When she returned to her bedroom, she was surprisingly sober. She was terrified when she saw the railing, which was only fifteen centimeters wide.
She leaned obediently against the bedside, completely different from the person who had just set the fire.
"Awake?" Fu Jingsheng wrung out a hot towel and wiped her body.
"What did I just do?" the woman's voice became rational.
He gives off the vibe of a drunken, promiscuous man pretending to have amnesia.
Fu Jingsheng repeated Rong Yan's words, adding, "I don't know if the people next door heard it, it was quite loud."
Rong Yan: "That's impossible, there's no villa next door."
"Looks like he's really awake."
Rong Yan patted the mattress next to her: "Fu Jingsheng, come here."
She wrapped her arms around the man's neck again, raising her chin: "I don't know what it felt like just now, how about we go to the balcony and do it again?"
"Let me see how loud the sound really is."
Fu Jingsheng understood what she meant; she was indeed not satisfied.
Rong Yan opened her arms: "Hug."
The man was distracted.
"Are you tired?" Rong Yan asked, noticing that Fu Jingsheng's expression seemed off.
Are you feeling unwell?
"Why do you need to see a urologist again?" the woman pressed.
Fu Jingsheng was stunned; He Wei had actually told Rong Yan.
His expression shifted: "Go back and fire He Wei."
"No, tell me, what's wrong?" Rong Yan sat cross-legged. "Was I too forward?"
Fu Jingsheng drew the curtains and turned off the brightest light before he had the courage to say it.
He drank a glass of water to moisten his throat and then recounted the information he had researched.
Rong Yan slapped the man's arm: "Are you crazy? Do I look like a liar?"
No wonder Fu Jingsheng has been preoccupied these past few days when doing *that*, constantly doubting his own abilities.
Rong Yan patted herself again and said remorsefully, "It's my fault for talking nonsense before and leaving you with a shadow. Otherwise, I swear I wasn't faking it. You're great."
To prove that Fu Jingsheng was great, Rong Yan described all her feelings.
Fu Jingsheng was gradually persuaded.
A slight smile finally appeared on the man's gloomy face.
"Fu Jingsheng, I'm telling you this very seriously, I love being with you so much, it's addictive, I swear."
Looking into the woman's sincere eyes, the man ruffled her hair: "Don't just talk about your feelings. Describe what I was like at that time, how intense I was."
Rong Yan: ……
Fortunately, I've written about those kinds of scenes a lot, so I can use descriptive words with ease.
She was a little embarrassed to say it out loud, but in order to get rid of Fu Jingsheng's shadow, Rong Yan went all out.
"I thought two or three hours was something from novels, but you actually did it."
"You can get an erection without foreplay and last a long time, but I always cry out in pain. Don't you know that?"
"He is very good at understanding women's sensitive points and is also very patient."
"Your lower back strength is great. Don't you have any back pain? My lower back hurts quite a bit."
Rong Yan said a lot, and finally concluded: Big breasts and good skills.
Fu Jingsheng got excited after Rong Yan praised him so enthusiastically.
He put his arm around her waist and led her to the balcony: "Didn't you want to do it again here?"
Rong Yan looked down and saw that it was pitch black below.
She gasped, "Let's go in, I'm a little scared."
Rong Yan's legs were trembling.
She held Fu Jingsheng tightly.
I never expected to have so much fun after drinking.
Xiao Baihe packed up some barbecue and called Rong Yan.
"The phone is ringing." Rong Yan felt like she had seen a savior.
Xiaobaihe stood outside the villa, carrying two bags in her hands.
Fu Jingsheng let go of the woman.
"Little Lily." Rong Yan pressed the speakerphone button.
"Sister, please open the door for me to have some barbecue."
"good."
Fu Jingsheng whispered in her ear, "You'll have the energy to eat... Go for it."
Little Lily brought in the barbecue and thoughtfully included three glasses of lemonade.
The three of them sat at the coffee table in the living room, with Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng on one side.
Fu Jingsheng could even see Rong Yan's moving lips react.
He reached under the table and squeezed the woman's leg.
Rong Yan stiffened slightly; there was someone opposite her, making shady moves.
She pretended to pick something up from the ground and pried the man's hand away.
"Sis, I'm full. I'm going back to my room. You guys can eat slowly." Having frequented brothels, Little Lily understood immediately.
"Huh?" She hadn't eaten much. Rong Yan stood up and saw Xiao Baihe to the door.
Little Lily whispered, "Sis, I can't wait! I'll tell you about a place. I'll send you the location on my phone later. It's a great place for couples in love."
Rong Yan's face was burning.
She nudged the girl; "You're still young, don't talk nonsense."
"Goodnight." Little Lily smiled to herself.
Before Rong Yan could even close the door, Fu Jingsheng clung to her.
He pressed down on her shoulders and gave her a passionate kiss by the shoe cabinet.
Rong Yan could hardly breathe.
His kisses today were more passionate than ever, as if he wanted to devour her.
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