Rong Yan was hanging on Fu Jingsheng's waist.
The man's kiss landed on her head, and Rong Yan felt dizzy. In the pause between breaths, she suddenly thought of something.
The woman leaned back and pinched the man's pectoral muscle: "Fu Jingsheng, if you want this so badly, Rong Bing has been by your side for seven years, and you really haven't laid a finger on her?"
Why did she find it hard to believe? This man clearly wanted it anytime, anywhere.
Fu Jingsheng bit Rong Yan's lip, a little too hard, as if retaliating for her nonsense, and then said, "Don't think of me as so despicable. In my eyes, you are a woman, and other women are just people."
Rong Yan blinked her long eyelashes and continued to ask, "Not even a kiss?"
Fu Jingsheng took a deep breath: "No."
Am I your first time?
"yes."
"Rong Yan, am I your first time?" Fu Jingsheng asked in return.
"yes."
"Haven't you considered Ye Jianming?"
"without."
"You only let me sleep with you?" Fu Jingsheng asked quickly.
"Fu Jingsheng, are you going to do it or not? If not, go to sleep. It's so annoying." Rong Yan was placed on the bed, and Fu Jingsheng interrogated her like a criminal, even though she was the one who asked the question first.
Fu Jingsheng stood up, took a sip of tea, and said, "Do it."
"Look how impatient you are." He sat on the edge of the bed, tilted his head and grinned mischievously, and reached out. Suddenly, a yoga hammock hung down from the ceiling, right in the center of the bed.
"A hammock in the air." Rong Yan was surprised. She had just entered the bedroom and was only thinking about taking a shower. She hadn't even noticed that Fu Jingsheng had installed this thing.
He couldn't possibly want to do this just to practice yoga, could he? Rong Yan understood.
"Try this." Fu Jingsheng pulled it a few times, and the hammock's elasticity was just right.
Rong Yan has practiced aerial yoga, but the thought of doing it with two people is embarrassing.
While the woman was still in a daze, Fu Jingsheng had already carried her to the hammock.
The soft rope started to become uncontrollable, but after groping around for a while, the two finally figured out a solution.
The knot was tightened, and Rong Yan sat in the hammock while Fu Jingsheng lay face up on the bed.
The man controlled the ropes, moving the woman up and down.
The room was filled with suggestive sounds.
Once the two had found their bearings, Fu Jingsheng pulled the rope even harder.
"It hurts." Using the ropes, Rong Yan landed heavily on Fu Jingsheng again and again, her blows both ruthless and precise.
Fu Jingsheng paused for a moment: "I'll be gentler."
Ring ring—
He Wei called Fu Jingsheng.
He was choosing a wedding theme at the hotel. There were three blue themes, and the boss needed to decide on one personally. Time was tight, otherwise he wouldn't have called at night.
Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan were deeply engrossed in their passionate lovemaking, completely ignoring the ringing phone.
Ring ring—
A series of sounds.
"Let's see who it is? It must be urgent, let's answer it." Rong Yan was a little annoyed by the ringing phone.
Fu Jingsheng turned over and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. He glanced at the name on the caller ID and his anger flared.
"What's the matter that you're making so many calls?" The man's tone was clearly displeased.
"I sent you three photos. Let your wife choose one. I'll be waiting at the wedding planning company." He Wei figured he had ruined his boss's plans, but he had to choose a theme today; he couldn't wait all night.
Fu Jingsheng opened the chat window and showed it to Rong Yan. The woman had selected "Night Sky Star Dream".
After telling He Wei the results, Fu Jingsheng added, "Don't call me tonight if it can be resolved tomorrow."
They're really having a great time.
He Wei agreed.
The couples' yoga session continued in the bedroom, but before Rong Yan could even bounce around a couple of times, her phone rang again: "I need to make money, I need to get rich quick..."
The mesmerizing voice made the ambiguous atmosphere eerie.
"I'll answer the phone." Rong Yan had just changed her ringtone and forgot to mute it.
Shen Xingzhi couldn't wait to share the good news with her best friend.
Upon seeing the call connect, she said, "Rongyan, my senior confessed to me. Did I steal your luck in getting your marriage certificate? He's coming to Tiancheng tomorrow."
"He wants to end the long-distance relationship and come to work in my city."
Rong Yan was genuinely happy for her best friend. She sat in the hammock and chatted with Shen Xingzhi, seemingly forgetting all the things she hadn't finished.
Fu Jingsheng waited naked, for five minutes, ten minutes... but the phone call continued.
Are they planning to talk for hours?
Fu Jingsheng took the initiative, using a pillow under his waist to elevate himself and get closer to Rong Yan.
Rong Yan forgot that Fu Jingsheng was below her; the tingling sensation aroused in her lower body made her make strange noises.
The woman quickly covered her mouth and kicked Fu Jingsheng.
"Rong Yan, are you listening?"
"Mmm," Rong Yan replied with a forced "Mmm."
Fu Jingsheng was still making unwanted advances down there.
Shen Xingzhi was telling a story when she asked Rong Yan, "He's thirty years old. Isn't it a bit late for him to start over in a different city?"
"Rong Yan, Rong Yan." Shen Xingzhi called out a few times when there was no answer.
Rong Yan held her breath and said, "No... it's too late."
Fu Jingsheng grinned mischievously, wondering how long she could hold out.
"Are you short of breath?" Shen Xingzhi asked, unaware of what her best friend was doing.
"No, you say it." Rong Yan feigned composure, the blush on her face already spreading to her neck. Her reply came out one word at a time, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Shen Xingzhi was so engrossed in the sweetness of her senior's confession that she didn't notice her best friend's unusual behavior.
After being tormented for twenty minutes, Rong Yan was sweating profusely, with several wet strands of hair sticking to her cheeks and sweat dripping down to her collarbone.
Fu Jingsheng glanced at her; his wife was too tempting.
The tip of his tongue was writing words on his collarbone.
Rong Yan's pores all over her body opened up.
"What did you say? The new number is no good. I'm hanging up." Rong Yan surrendered and hung up on her best friend.
Fu Jingsheng pulled her down from the rope and pressed her onto the bed.
He's skipping all the fancy stuff and needs to get to the point.
Ring ring—
He had just raised Rong Yan's hands above her head when his phone rang again.
Regardless of who was calling, Fu Jingsheng immediately became angry: "Are you all going to make my sex life miserable tonight?"
"Son...son." Han Yue was inexplicably yelled at. Wasn't Fu Jingsheng telling her to call back after seeing the message?
"Mom." Fu Jingsheng's face turned pale and then flushed.
Upon hearing Fu Jingsheng call her "Mom," and recalling what he had just said, Rong Yan felt like dying on the spot.
"What are you upset about?" Han Yue asked.
"Mom, I was working overtime at the company, in a meeting, scolding them," Fu Jingsheng made up a reason.
Han Yue had just arrived home in the villa next door. She looked at her son and daughter-in-law's wedding room, where the second-floor bedroom light was on. "Oh, I was at Grandma's. I saw your bedroom light was on and thought you were home. You asked me to call you back. What's up?"
Fu Jingsheng's mind went blank. His mother was already home, so his lie had been exposed. The man felt guilty: "It's nothing, I was just asking when you're coming back."
"Just got home, son. Come home early after you finish work. See you tomorrow." Han Yue hung up the phone.
Feeling unwell, Rong Yan lay down on the bed and said, "Let's sleep."
Fu Jingsheng said helplessly, "But I've been horny for so long, and I've been preparing for so long. Why don't you let me touch it?" His voice softened.
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