The old tungsten filaments burned with heat, and Shi Jin bent down, his gaze fixed on the hands resting on his thighs, counting in his mind.
Before he had counted for twenty seconds, his chin was lifted up, forcing him to look at Shekh. His hair was disheveled, his clothes hung loosely around his waist, and his sweaty shoulders looked like they were covered in an oily sheen in the red-orange light. His shadow on the wall rose and fell without stopping.
The scene was enough to make one lose their mind and indulge, yet her expression remained calm, showing no sign of immersion.
Shekh glanced at it, then lowered his head again.
No, it really won't work. The thought that this was something controlled made it impossible for either of them to engage with it.
Especially when looking at Shi Jinzhe's overly young face, compared to 27 years old, 17 years old looks very immature. His eyebrows and eyes are not so deep, and his shoulders are not broad enough. When you put your arm around him, his shoulders feel a bit rough. He can be considered wide, but not broad.
The only consolation was Shi Jinzhe's ageless gaze and mature, gentle expression, which reminded her that her immaturity lay only in her body, not her mind.
Shekh's hand slid down, pulled up the hem of his shirt, took off his shirt, and hugged Shi Jin tightly, pressing his face against Shi Jin's, his hot breath rushing to Shi Jin's ear.
Shi Jinzhe had suffered more than she had. He couldn't fully concentrate on this kind of thing in the dungeon. He wanted to get the key to the safe house, but the plot couldn't be stopped.
He tried to hug Shekh back, but he couldn't lift his hands at all. After trying for a long time, he could only hold Shekh's ankles. He put all his endurance into her legs, pressing her skin until it turned red.
More than two minutes passed, and Shi Jinzhe felt uneasy.
Why not stop? Continuing at this pace is no longer appropriate.
He hesitated for a moment, then realized that Sheikh didn't need to use such blatant seduction. Normally, when she stayed in bed and kicked him from under the covers, it was more natural and attractive than this, making him want to go back to bed for another two hours.
The role of a female teacher is completely unsuitable for her.
Shi Jinzhe recalled a movie he had watched with her before. It was over an hour long and featured three sex scenes, all quite explicit. However, each scene was perfectly timed, serving as a plot twist. It was much more logical than their ghost story and didn't feel abrupt at all.
So even now, he doesn't understand what kind of turning point this plot will bring.
It's not the main character, there's no emotional buildup, it's not a literary story exploring youth and growth, it doesn't need to use physical exploration to express vague curiosity, it's just to show that the female teacher is not a good person.
That's a bit too much of a sacrifice. A sex scene that doesn't match the plot is just for the sake of lust. This isn't love without reason; it's selling sex.
There was no other purpose than to grab attention.
Shi Jinzhe secretly wondered if the author of this story was a bit of a novice.
Snap.
The desk lamp suddenly went out.
Shekh felt a lightness in his body, freed from his restraints.
Lying on Shi Jinzhe's body, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, the lights are off. I never thought something like this could be so annoying. I'm numb from all the rubbing."
Shi Jinzhe pulled her clothes up and handed her the doorknob of the safe house: "Let me check in a bit, let's find another place to stay first."
Shekh nodded emphatically, pulled him to his feet, and opened the door with a palm-shaped handle fixed to the wall. After three months of living there, the room had taken on a homey feel, with clothes hanging on the cabinet by the door.
He unzipped the back of her skirt, folded behind her, closed the door, and waited for the skirt to fall down before kissing her passionately.
As night fell, a door appeared in room 206, but two people were gone.
Inside room 203, three people, engrossed in playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), were preparing for another round.
Yao Shu yawned, "Are we just going to spend the night like this?"
Fu Guan continued dealing cards without stopping. "Otherwise, with me here, you two can sleep soundly?"
Jiang Xiaowan: "I'm quite relieved. We're both ugly, and you have high standards, so you wouldn't be interested in us."
"She's pretty, but you'd better be careful around me." Fu Guan was spreading out his cards. "How about we play against someone who brings something? It's not exciting."
Jiang Xiaowan: "Nothing special, the currency isn't universal, how about points? One point per game?"
"You, with me, are betting points on cards?" Fu Guan laughed as he spoke, breaking his sentence into several parts.
This is no less unrealistic than a middle school student saying she wants to compete with doctoral students.
“I know, your skill is called…” Jiang Xiaowan uttered the words [Card Spirit].
Fu Guan can change the card design as long as he wants; he's a born master of deception.
Fu Guan's eyes turned dangerous, his playful mood vanished, and the skills of advanced players could not be hidden. However, everyone kept the specific two characters of his skill name well hidden because of their different ways of thinking. To avoid being targeted, only one or two people knew the two characters of his skill name.
How did you know?
"Guess?"
Yao Shu suddenly sensed that something was off, so she quietly put down her cards and observed the two of them.
Jiang Xiaowan played a card, "Don't worry, I'm no threat. My skill is a four-character card, and the side effects are huge. Every time I use it, it burns my life. I can't play against you. I just want to tell you, don't even think about cheating."
"I don't lack points, so I wouldn't lie."
Fu Guan's face showed no sign of belief or disbelief. He continued playing cards as usual. After two rounds, he bought two bottles of late-night snacks for the two of them and took the opportunity to cut Jiang Xiaowan's card.
Skill: [Time Gaze]
Effect: Allows you to gaze at the passage of time within a five-meter radius around yourself or to briefly rewind time.
Passive effect: Possesses a strong insight into the behavior of others.
Special Note: 1. This skill can only be used to observe events that are currently happening or have happened in the past; it cannot be used to glimpse the future.
2. This skill requires life exchange. For every second you gaze, your own lifespan is reduced by 3 hours. For every minute you rewind, your own lifespan is reduced by 10 years.
Fu Guan quietly put the time card back; it was the first time he'd seen one like it, a hidden SSR.
He picked up the cards, shuffled them, and after the two finished eating, he dealt the cards again. When he handed them to Jiang Xiaowan, she looked at him with a meaningful expression.
Fu Guan pretended not to see it; as long as he didn't admit it, it wasn't him.
Yao Shu played a small joker card, "I wonder how room 201 is doing."
Lin Shu was still alone with Huang Yingzong.
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