Zhou Luo had never stayed in a guesthouse before; she had only seen them in videos. In the past, when she and her friends went on trips, they would stay in chain hotels to save money.
She didn't want Fu Jingchen to realize that she hadn't stayed there, so although she was excited inside, she had to remain calm on the surface.
"It looks pretty good." The woman said casually.
Fu Jingchen held up the photo on his phone for comparison: "It's a bit worse than the photo. How much color adjustment was done on this photo?"
The man was somewhat dissatisfied.
Zhou Luo glanced at it: "It's a fake photo, a lie, of course it needs to be photoshopped. Not bad, let's leave it like this."
"Should I buy a swimsuit? Otherwise, I'll have nothing to wear if my clothes get wet, and I didn't bring any spare clothes," Fu Jingchen suddenly thought.
"Let me see if delivery services can deliver there." The man asked himself and answered his own question. He searched and found that there were several delivery options.
"Choose a style," he said, handing his phone to Zhou Luo.
Zhou Luo specifically chose a onesie, but Fu Jingchen added another one before placing the order, since it was revealing.
While waiting for her swimsuit to arrive, Zhou Luo lay on the hammock in the sunroom, basking in the sun: "It's so nice to have a vacation on a weekday."
Zhou Luo felt so happy.
Fu Jingchen stood in front of the woman, gathered her hair behind her ear with his fingers, and said, "From now on, you can rest whenever you want, and you'll still get paid. I know you wouldn't want me to support you by letting you stay home and not work, so let's make your schedule more flexible."
Zhou Luo hooked her arm around the man's neck: "It's really nice to have a boyfriend who's a boss."
"Boyfriend? So you admit we're in a relationship?" Fu Jingchen straightened up and jumped around twice.
"Do I need to admit it? We've had such an intimate relationship. I always thought that was something only boyfriends and girlfriends would do. Actually, even though I didn't say it, I've always considered you my boyfriend." Zhou Luo was good at coaxing men.
After listening, Fu Jingchen was indeed moved: "Luo Luo, it's my fault. I didn't sever ties with my ex, and you suffered because of it. I know you didn't dare to go public with our relationship because you were afraid that Rong Bing would find out and cause trouble at the company, and you were afraid that it would affect me and the company."
Zhou Luo's first thought was for herself; she hadn't considered Fu Jingchen's feelings at all. But since the man thought so, she went along with it, saying, "Of course, it doesn't matter to me. I've been scolded before, so one more time won't make a difference. But it's different for you. You run the company and have so many employees. You have to take the lead, and your image is very important."
Fu Jingchen pulled Zhou Luo into his arms: "You always think of me, and I promise I will always be good to you."
Zhou Luo leaned on the man's shoulder, a slight smile playing on her lips.
The two embraced for a while, and Fu Jingchen's hands became restless. He covered the woman's soft breasts with his palms and touched her chin with his tongue: "Luo Luo, let me help you seduce."
Zhou Luo glanced around. Although it was a separate courtyard, there were taller villas next to it. Their sunroom was open on all sides. If there were people on the roof of the opposite villa, they could see them immediately, and they would be broadcasting live.
“Not here.” Zhou Luo pointed to the house across the street.
"It's okay, I just noticed. We can see out from inside without any obstruction, but we can't see in from outside. It's right here." Fu Jingchen had never tried this kind of sunroom before.
The man's desire awakened, and he pointed to Zhou Luo's lower abdomen.
"You're up again." Zhou Luo said, blushing as she felt the power within her.
“Hmm, sometimes I even suspect you’ve put some kind of medicine on your body, because I get addicted to kissing you,” Fu Jingchen said.
"I didn't."
"I know you don't know, Luo Luo, you're so sensitive, it's already slipped, let me put it in first, okay?" Fu Jingchen was a little anxious.
Before Zhou Luo could even nod, he had already joined forces with her.
The woman let out a soft "Ah," tilted her head back, leaned against the back of the hanging chair, and unconsciously tucked her knees together.
Fu Jingchen's fingers rolled over the woman, causing her to tremble.
"So sensitive?" Fu Jingchen teased, "Still saying you don't want to? Are you calling yourself provocative?"
Zhou Luo blushed to the roots of her ears: "No, I'm just sensitive."
"Really?" Fu Jingchen frowned. "So you're the same as everyone else? Not just me?"
The man was jealous, and the pressure on his fingers suddenly increased. Zhou Luo shouted, "It hurts, but only with you, not with anyone else. Jing Chen, be gentle."
"What kind of attitude is this when asking for help?" Fu Jingchen not only ignored him, but also added his other hand.
Zhou Luo begged for mercy, her voice trembling with tears.
"What did you call me?"
"Jing Chen".
"What did you call me?"
"President Fu."
"What exactly did you call me?" Fu Jingchen asked Zhou Luo, biting her earlobe, over and over again.
“Husband…” Zhou Luo mumbled out the two words.
The password was correct, as expected. Fu Jingchen asked, "I didn't hear you clearly, what?"
"Husband, husband, please, husband, be gentle," Zhou Luo repeated over and over.
The man curled his lips into a wicked smile: "Hmm, that's a good girl."
After gently working on him for a while, Zhou Luo grabbed the man's waist, but every time she thought he was about to get to the point, the man would suddenly pull away, making Zhou Luo sweat with anxiety.
She had no choice but to keep pushing herself forward.
Just as we got together, my phone rang.
Fu Jingchen turned on the speakerphone and announced that the swimsuit he ordered had arrived.
The delivery guy said the food had arrived outside the guesthouse.
"Okay, leave it at the door." Fu Jingchen didn't get up from Zhou Luo while answering the phone; instead, he swayed with the rhythm of his voice.
Zhou Luo bit her lip, feeling suffocated. Fu Jingchen was too wicked.
As soon as the call ended, Zhou Luo gasped for breath as if he had been given an oxygen tank; he was finally out of danger.
Fu Jingchen suddenly picked her up and turned her over: "Hold on to the back of the chair." He patted Zhou Luo's shoulder and said.
The woman leaned forward, and the shame mixed with excitement quickly brought her to her climax.
She gasped, "Fu Jingchen, you're bad."
These words immediately provoked the man.
He suddenly exerted force.
Before Zhou Luo could recover, she was grabbed by the man again.
Several sounds mingled together inside the transparent glass room.
She didn't know how much time had passed when Zhou Luo felt herself collapse. She slumped limply in the hammock and closed her eyes.
Fu Jingchen got up, tidied his clothes, and went out to get his swimsuit.
The man opened the package and looked at it. He was quite satisfied with the style. He happily went upstairs, saying as he went, "Luo Luo, I got it."
But within just a few minutes, Zhou Luo actually fell asleep.
Fu Jingchen tiptoed over, bent down, and admired the woman's profile. The flush from her orgasm hadn't faded yet, and she looked alluring. The woman seemed to sense someone approaching, slightly lifting her eyelids, her curled eyelashes fluttering upwards, before closing them again, her breathing becoming steady.
Fu Jingchen couldn't help but kiss her eyelids.
Zhou Luo's profile was beautiful. Fu Jingchen simply sat on the ground, stared at her face for a while, then took out his phone, took two photos, and put them into his encrypted album.
Zhou Luo didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, her whole body ached. Fu Jingchen was lying next to her, and the man was snoring.
She smiled slightly, thinking to herself, "You think you're so energetic? If you're so capable, then don't fall asleep."
Fu Jingchen seemed to be able to read minds and suddenly opened his eyes.
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