Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Stepping on Him with High Heels
Jiang Chongyan feels that his life actually began to change greatly when he was 23 years old.
Specifically, a lot of changes happened after I met Xin Tong this year.
Several "first times" in his life were swept away by this woman like a tornado.
For example, now, for the first time, he was dealing with a woman who was so drunk that she passed out and lost consciousness in his arms.
"Where do you live?"
No one answered.
"What's the driver's phone number?"
No one answered.
"So many WeChat friends, not a single one has a normal note, they're all nicknames. Which one of your family and friends is—"
The words stopped abruptly.
Xin Tong frowned because he was noisy and slapped him on the mouth.
...Okay. OK.
There was another first, “the first time I was slapped in the face.”
The eldest young master drove back to his home with a cold face, stepped on the accelerator, slammed the car door shut, carried the person on his shoulders, and walked in.
As soon as he entered the house, he heard the rapid breathing and clattering footsteps of animals. The next second, two big dogs came up to him, looked up at him, and circled around his feet.
Jiang Chongyan walked to the sofa and put the person down.
Xin Tong was lying sideways on the sofa, her face tilted to the side, her calves hanging in the air, and she was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
Cola stood there puzzledly looking at the person on the sofa for a few seconds.
Then he walked forward.
The moment he smelled the familiar scent, he immediately became excited, barked twice, and was about to raise his two front legs and lie on the sofa to lick Xin Tong's arm.
Jiang Chongyan slapped the dog on the head and knocked down the Coke.
The next second, Sprite quickly jumped onto the sofa and headed straight for Xin Tong. She lay on top of Xin Tong, rubbing against her, her tail lashing out, her head resting on her chest, and licking her face with her tongue.
Dogs are such passionate animals. They are cheerful, sincere, and never hide their likes and dislikes. If they like someone, they will do everything they can to get close to them. This is their way of showing friendliness.
Xin Tong closed her eyes and her cheeks were rosy.
Lying on her back, her neck was long and white, and her chest rose slightly and then slowly dropped when she breathed.
When Sprite was about to stick out its tongue to lick Xin Tong's face again, it was suddenly strangled by a pair of big hands from behind.
—Then the whole dog was lifted up.
It barked "woof woof woof", flapped its limbs in the air, and struggled with its tongue sticking out.
The next second, it was unceremoniously placed on the ground.
After landing, it turned around and looked anxiously, but it could only see that the woman on the sofa was picked up by her father and walked inside without looking back.
…
Jiang Chongyan carried the person all the way to the second bedroom.
The dissatisfied barking of two dogs was heard behind me.
No one has ever slept in the second bedroom.
He turned on the light and put her on the bed. Seeing that she hadn't taken off her shoes, he squatted down and took them off for her.
She seemed very uncomfortable when she was taking it off. She kept muttering about being thirsty, frowning, and struggling.
Jiang Chongyan half-knelt on one knee on the ground to take off her shoes, but she kicked around and finally stepped between his legs.
“!”
He hissed suddenly.
At that moment, it felt like an electric current was running through my body, rapidly rising from the point where our bodies touched, and then roaringly spreading throughout the body.
It was a very comfortable feeling that made my whole body tremble.
Jiang Chongyan instinctively shuddered, arched his back, frowned, and closed his eyes. Two seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, realizing what had just happened. His entire body froze in place.
But before he could recover, she stepped on him again the next second.
She raised her legs high, and this time, the heels that came up and made direct contact with him were pointed and thin.
The six-centimeter stiletto heels were pressed against the fabric.
It doesn't hurt, but it's a strong sense of foreign body and resistance.
Slowly, she seemed to be tired. It was too tiring to maintain this posture. Her calves began to slide down, and her feet also began to slide down.
As I stepped on the shoe and slowly slid it down for a few seconds, I rubbed it slowly through the fabric, from the pointed heel to the larger sole.
——These few seconds were as painful to him as cutting flesh with a blunt knife.
Jiang Chongyan's chest heaved violently, he breathed heavily, and lowered his head.
He saw her shoes.
A pair of beautiful high heels. The shoes sparkled with diamonds, had a pointed toe, a stiletto heel, and smooth, graceful lines.
Her calves were long and straight, with a well-proportioned, healthy shape and muscular curves. Her ankles were slender, with prominent ankle bones and a slightly arched instep. Tiny blue blood vessels were faintly visible beneath her white skin.
Jiang Chongyan closed his eyes.
He raised his hand and grabbed her ankle, trying to move her foot away.
He was tall and had big hands, so when he held her ankle, he could almost cover it completely.
The moment I held her hand, I felt her delicate and smooth skin. Skin against skin, a slight itch, the touch of real skin against real skin.
He had a dark complexion, with prominent joints and veins, and his knuckles were wrapped tightly around her ankle.
The contrast of black and white, light and dark, creates a strong visual impact.
The skin color contrast in front of him made him stop for a moment. He suddenly held his breath, lowered his head, and stared without blinking.
The next second, a woman's groaning could be heard from the bed. She was thirsty and wanted to drink some water, and she began to get irritable.
Then her feet suddenly began to exert strength.
Her ankle was originally held by his hand, which was the active position of the man holding the woman.
But he didn't use any strength in his hands. Instead, her foot carried his hand downwards. The sole of her shoe slid all the way down, crushing it twice. The beautiful pointed toe of the shoe scraped across the bottom, pushed upwards, and finally fell completely down.
Xin Tong turned over.
He lay on the bed with his legs crossed, soundly sleeping.
…
Jiang Chongyan gritted his teeth and stood up quickly.
His face looked uglier than ever.
He turned around immediately and closed the door without hesitation. It was a little heavy, causing the door frame to tremble slightly.
Hearing the sound of him coming out, two dogs ran over, stretched their necks to look at him, and wagged their tails at his feet.
He didn't even look at it, his jawline tense, his hands clenched into fists and hanging at his sides, he strode to his room and slammed the door shut.
Surrounding me were familiar rooms.
There were no lights on. All I could see was darkness.
It was quiet and dim, and the only sounds were the man's misplaced breathing and frantic heartbeat.
He stood there motionless, his back against the cold, hard door.
Jiang Chongyan didn't turn on the light.
He didn't want to see himself like this.
His gums were bitten so hard that they hurt, his chest was heaving, and his breathing was heavy and disordered. He wanted to use the darkness before his eyes to cover up everything. This was his only remaining sense of security, and darkness was his best cover.
It took less than a minute from the time he put the woman on the bed in the second bedroom to the time he left the bedroom.
It took less than twenty seconds from the time he started taking off her shoes to the time he stood up and left.
He was completely stunned.
…
Jiang Chongyan stood motionless in the darkness.
It took more than a minute.
Not until his whole body became stiff and his muscles began to ache did he slowly move forward, taking off his clothes as he walked.
The clothes fell off piece by piece, and the strong body flashed in the darkness.
He walked to the bathroom with his eyes closed and turned on the shower head in the dark.
He did everything with a bit of force, and applied the shower gel a little roughly. He slapped it twice and rinsed it hastily. The warm water wet his golden hair and flowed down along his bulging body muscles.
It's so quiet around here.
This was a shower no different from any other, the only difference being that the lights were off.
However, darkness is clearly a visual change, but it also makes people's hearing more sensitive.
My eyes are dark and my ears are quiet.
It was an unprecedented silence.
At this moment, he was the only one left in this silent and dark world.
However, he stood under the shower with his eyes closed, and she was the only thing left in his blank mind.
Jiang Chongyan covered his eyes with his right hand.
I felt an endless irritation and self-loathing in my heart.
…
This is a very ordinary bath.
Just taking a shower. Not doing anything else.
After a quick flush, everything was cleared up. Everything, I mean, had naturally dissipated.
——He finally turned on the light with an expressionless face.
The moment the light flashed before my eyes, I squinted my eyes reflexively.
Then he threw himself into the bed.
The room was quiet.
Occasionally, you can hear the soft panting and footsteps of the two dogs outside the door.
Outside the window is the bustling nightscape of Wucheng. This is a high-end luxury residential community in the prime location of Wucheng's main urban area. The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the neon lights are dazzling.
The moonlight shone on the soft sheets and quilt, as well as on the large area of exposed skin on the man's back.
He lay prone, his hands raised and pressed against the pillow, his face buried in the crook of his arms. His back muscles bulged, his waistline smooth, and below him lay the balled-up quilt. His body was lost in the pale moonlight.
Twenty minutes passed. He remained in this position for twenty minutes.
He let out a long breath through his nose and opened his sleepless eyes.
He lifted the quilt expressionlessly, put on his clothes, and opened the door.
His hand fell on the door handle of the second bedroom. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and numbly pushed the door open.
The scene that came into view was exactly the same as when I left before.
The light was on, and the woman's posture hadn't changed. She was lying on her side, soundly sleeping.
The expensive dress was wrinkled under her body, and the laces of her high heels were half untied, but they were still on her feet.
The whole scene is one that makes one feel uncomfortable no matter how one looks at it.
He walked over, squatted down, and neatly untied the laces of her high heels, took them off, walked out with the shoes, and placed them on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall.
Then he turned around and took out two large, clean black T-shirts and trousers from the closet and threw them on the sofa next to Xin Tong's bed.
He went to the kitchen and poured a cup of warm water and placed it on her bedside.
Finally, I pushed her to the middle of the bed, put a pillow under her, covered her with a quilt, adjusted the air conditioner temperature, and finally turned off the lights and left the room.
——The whole process takes less than a minute.
Clean and crisp, without any physical contact.
This should also be the most normal and common way to stay overnight after getting drunk.
He turned and went into the master bedroom, slamming the door.
*
When Xin Tong woke up the next day, she was awakened by the sunlight outside the window.
She opened her eyes and found herself waking up in a completely unfamiliar bed.
A strange bed, a strange room.
I looked down at myself and saw that I was still wearing the clothes I had worn last night, and I hadn't moved at all.
Xin Tong didn't black out. She could actually hold her liquor quite well; even if she drank as much as she did last night, it wouldn't make her vomit or feel sick. She didn't act crazy or behave inappropriately, just peacefully sleeping.
So, she basically still remembers what happened last night.
She stood up and first spotted some clothes by the sofa. She lifted them up and saw a black men's T-shirt, so large it could have been a skirt. It was spotless, with the faint scent of laundry detergent.
I found another glass of water on the bedside table.
He smelled it, picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.
Finally, I sat back on the bed and took a deep breath of the smell of the quilt and pillow.
Very light, very shallow.
But she still smelled it in a second.
It's the smell of him.
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