☆, Extra Chapter 23: Just a Touch (Jiang Yu's Story)
His voice grew increasingly hoarse and increasingly seductive.
He suddenly pushed her down onto the bed, rolled over and pressed himself against her, his lips against her neck, his voice hoarse, "It hurts, baby."
Jiang Yu noticed that both of them were burning hot, and gently nudged the man, asking, "Are you alright?"
"No." The voice was low, filled with unspeakable grievance.
Jiang Yu clearly sensed that something bad would happen if she stayed any longer. She steeled herself and pushed the man away, keeping a distance from him. Her eyes were wary. "Yin Yufeng, this is still my home."
The man sat on the edge of the bed with his head drooping, and nodded. "I'm going to the bathroom."
The constant sound of the shower in the bathroom was also irritating to her, so she wrapped herself in the blanket and plugged her ears with her fingers.
I don't even know who is torturing whom.
If you say her father is worried, he gets her drunk as revenge; if you say he's not worried, he dumps a drunk man on her.
Jiang Yu was silently complaining when there was a knock on her door. She steadied herself and went to open it.
Outside the door was Jiang's mother, who immediately noticed the red mark on her neck, and heard the sound of washing coming from the bathroom.
But she only looked at her for a few seconds, then asked with a smile, "Still not asleep?"
Jiang Yu immediately replied, afraid of being misunderstood, "Well, he was drunk, so I took him to the guest room after he took a shower."
Jiang's mother simply smiled and patted her shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of something deeper, "Yes, Xiaoyu has grown up a lot, you should get some rest."
After her mother left, Jiang Yu leaned against the door, panting. She felt guilty; nothing had actually happened, so why did she feel like a thief?
She clutched her chest and sighed. When she looked up, she saw the man coming out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a bath towel.
His curvaceous figure, muscular chest, and strong arms were exposed to her without reservation.
She stared at him blankly, unsure how to react, while the man seemed indifferent, saying, "Since I didn't have a bathrobe, I just came out."
Jiang Yu did not react.
A deep voice sounded again, "Come here, baby."
Jiang Yu still did not respond.
The man walked straight towards her, waved his hand in front of her eyes, and said, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Jiang Yu finally came to her senses, embarrassedly slapped his large hand away, and said reproachfully, "I'm sleepy, go to the next room and go to sleep."
"Heh." The man leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky, "Don't you want to touch it?"
Is this... okay?
Is it really possible?
Jiang Yu glanced at it shyly, then pretended to decline, "I think I'll pass."
"If not, I'm leaving."
Jiang Yu glanced at him again, her tone hesitant, "How about I think about it some more?"
Yin Yufeng was amused by this; this was an ancestor, a living ancestor!
He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes unfathomable. "Then think about it again."
Jiang Yu bit her lower lip, extended a finger, and muttered softly, "Just touch it once."
With her soft, delicate hand placed on his chest, she could clearly feel the man's body tremble slightly.
Finally, the man grabbed her wrist and said in a deep voice, "That's enough. I'm going to sleep now."
The background is almost a scene of fleeing in panic.
Jiang Yu tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was filled with that passionate kiss and the feeling of her hand on her skin.
The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. She twisted and turned on the bed, desperately wanting to pull that man back.
The man living next door was also suffering; the smell of alcohol mixed with anger, and he tormented himself all night.
I barely slept a wink all night.
...
The next day.
Both of them came out of the stairwell with dark circles under their eyes, yawning and saying good morning to each other.
When they came downstairs, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang were already there. They looked at them with scrutinizing eyes, but they both knew their child well and knew that he wouldn't do anything out of line.
Perhaps because he had been drinking last night, Jiang's father's attitude towards him was noticeably better today, and they enjoyed breakfast together.
Before leaving, Yin Yufeng added, "Uncle and Auntie, the food was delicious. I hope I can have it often in the future."
Father Jiang could easily see through his scheme, and waved for him to leave.
This kid is really pushing his luck!
"Xiaoyu, how's your study going?" Father Jiang glared at his good-for-nothing daughter with exasperation. Look at her, her eyes are practically glued to that person.
Jiang Yu answered earnestly, "I'm studying hard, Dad." After thinking for a moment, she added, "Can I discuss something with you?"
After receiving approval, Jiang Yu bit her lip and said, "Dad, I want to work at Yin's for a while and learn from him."
Mr. Jiang frowned, scrutinizing her intently. "Why? Is it for business or personal matters?"
"Both public and private," she replied earnestly.
This was a solution she came up with after careful consideration; it would allow her to both learn new knowledge and meet him.
She wanted to have the best of both worlds.
Of course, she hasn't discussed this with anyone yet.
She could imagine that if they weren't studying in a proper setting, they would definitely get all smug and clingy within minutes.
They were both very affectionate and clingy.
She loves hugging and kissing. (No.)
In short, it's a story about two people with obsessive love colliding.
Father Jiang rubbed his temples and nodded. "Alright, go ahead. Take care of yourself."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu took his arm and sweetly thanked him, "Thank you, Dad."
Yin's Group.
Jiang Yu was wearing a white spaghetti strap dress, looking youthful and radiant.
She walked to the front desk, her voice gentle and pleasant, "Could you please make an appointment with Mr. Yin? I am Jiang Yu."
The woman at the front desk was somewhat indifferent and expressionless. "Please wait a moment."
After hanging up the phone, the woman gave her a somewhat incredulous look, but remained expressionless. "Please have a seat. The assistant said he'll be down shortly."
Jiang Yu nodded and obediently sat on the bench to wait, taking a sip of the juice the woman had brought.
But it wasn't the special assistant who came down; it was the president himself.
The receptionist only saw the usually aloof woman walk briskly up to her, pat her head, and ask softly, "What brings you here?"
Jiang Yu got up and whispered in his ear, "I've come to ask you to open a back door for me."
The man raised an eyebrow, took her hand, and said gently, "Let's go upstairs first."
Standing in the president's private elevator, the man suddenly released her hand, put one arm around her waist, and said in a deep voice, "A few days ago, I thought that the elevator should be a good place."
Jiang Yu looked at him questioningly, silently asking him what was wrong.
The man let out a deep laugh from his chest, lowered his head, pressed one hand against her head, and kissed her lips.
The kiss deepened, and even as the girl made soft moaning sounds, he showed no sign of letting go.
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