0066 75 A Narrow Encounter
The consequence of torturing Zhou Xiye was that after cleaning up the crime scene, Ling Xingzhi was tied to the headboard, his hands were tightly bound, and he was completely naked.
Interestingly, the person who was tied up had a relaxed and carefree expression on his face, and the erect penis between his legs was covered in sticky fluid, while Zhou Xiye, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked preoccupied. The light was off, and it was unknown what he was thinking in the dark.
"It's not a big deal. Heaven and earth know, you and I know, and I promise I won't let a third person know you wet the bed..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xiye raised his hand and pinched Ling Xingzhi's cheek. Looking at the woman with angry eyes, Ling Xingzhi chuckled, "To be honest, I really like it when you pee on me."
Zhou Xiye didn't loosen her grip, but after two or three seconds, she let go.
"What do you want from me?" Zhou Xiye leaned over and reached for the bedside table. He pressed a button lightly, and the orange light shone out, casting Xingzhi's shadow on the wall.
Ling Xingzhi watched as Zhou Xiye got up and sat on the sofa opposite the bed, far away from him, hidden in the darkness. He was in the light, she was in the dark, which made him feel like he was being interrogated.
"miss you."
Ling Xingzhi changed his posture, and his penis was suddenly reflected on the wall, as arrogant as a monster.
Zhou Xiye paused, staring at Ling Xingzhi, "Does your wife know you came to see me?"
"What does it matter whether she knows or not?"
Ling Xingzhi looked down at his younger brother and sighed, "Do you really think I'm suited for a conversation right now?"
Zhou Xiye nodded. That made sense. It wouldn't be right not to take advantage of a well-endowed and skilled man right in front of her. So she stood up, took off her pants, climbed onto the bed, straddled Ling Xingzhi, rubbed her private parts with his glans, and sat down on his abdomen.
Both of them let out a muffled groan.
Ling Xingzhi's penis, which was originally covered in sticky fluid, became cool to the touch when exposed to the air. After Zhou Xiye inserted it into her body, the coolness brought a pleasant sensation that made her unconsciously twist her waist. Ling Xingzhi looked up at her enjoying herself, and she herself squinted comfortably, raised her chin, rested her head against the wall, and her Adam's apple bobbed. She looked just like a cheetah that had just finished a meal, lying there lazily, exuding complete ease.
After a short while, Zhou Xiye stopped, her fine black hair sticking to her forehead. Ling Xingzhi opened his eyes slightly and looked at her, his eyes full of dissatisfaction at her for not moving.
"Because of my whistleblower letter, you lost your grandmother and your lover was sent away. Don't you hate me?"
Ling Xingzhi straightened his head and opened his eyes fully, but all he could see was lust.
"Of course I hate you," the voice was somewhat hoarse, then Ling Xingzhi laughed, "Didn't I also cause your family to be destroyed? We're even now."
Zhou Xiye started twisting her hips again, causing Xingzhi to gasp for breath. "Actually, you could be even more ruthless. You could completely destroy me."
Ling Xingzhi shook his head with his eyes closed, "There's no need."
"Why?" Zhou Xiye stopped again. "Either don't do it at all, or do it to the extreme. Isn't that the survival rule for politicians?"
Ling Xingzhi shook his head again. "This is just your survival rule, not mine." He opened his eyes. "Want to know why I don't kill you?"
Zhou Xiye looked at him calmly, her dark, crystal-like eyes seemingly misty.
"Come closer, and I'll tell you."
Zhou Xiye didn't move, but Ling Xingzhi pushed his hips forward and bent his legs, bringing Zhou Xiye a little closer.
"Closer."
Zhou Xiye's hand traced his abdomen, chest, and collarbone, finally reaching his neck. He pulled him forward, their noses touching. The next second, Ling Xingzhi gently kissed Zhou Xiye's lips, then bit them lightly, whispering, "Because I haven't slept enough with you..."
Zhou Xiye found this flirting, which she considered almost pointless and tasteless, extremely vulgar. She raised her hand and lightly slapped him. Ling Xingzhi's face was already flushed, and the slap deepened the flush. But after slapping him, she gently touched his cheek again, and her lower body began to move.
Touching his face, Zhou Xiye involuntarily hugged his head. Ling Xingzhi wanted to nurse, but Zhou Xiye was wearing a white tight-fitting vest, so he could only see her nipples that were erect from arousal, but he couldn't nurse from her.
Ling Xingzhi stuck out his tongue and licked it, but was not satisfied. He then opened his mouth and put it in his mouth.
Feeling uncomfortable being breastfed by Ling Xingzhi through a layer of clothing, Zhou Xiye cupped Ling Xingzhi's head in her hands and moved a distance away, where the two looked at each other.
"Don't get married, don't marry someone you don't like..."
Ling Xingzhi looked into her eyes, as if trying to see into her soul, and said with a slight breathlessness, "You will regret marrying someone you don't love for the sake of your career."
His gaze was too intense, and Zhou Xiye raised her hand to block his eyes. "Are you my cautionary tale?"
Ling Xingzhi chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, you'll definitely regret it... You must marry for love..."
Upon hearing the word "love," Zhou Xiye stopped, moved her hand away, and looked at Ling Xingzhi. "For love?" She couldn't help but laugh, as if she had heard a hilarious joke. "Secretary Ling, did I hear that right? Marrying for love? What is your so-called love? Is it that your cousin left you, leaving you with a mess, waiting for you to come find her abroad? Or is it that Wei Luochen is afraid you'll cheat on him day and night, and will cry for you?"
Zhou Xiye's fingers traced his neck. "Your love is love, but isn't Wei Luochen's love also love? She married for love, and what was the result?"
Ling Xingzhi looked at her calmly and said, "I'm very selfish."
"And what about your sense of responsibility?"
"The responsibility lies with both parties."
Ling Xingzhi had his own worldview, perfectly logical and flawless. Zhou Xiye didn't want to argue with him; the climax that was about to erupt within her was still lingering. She leaned down and untied Ling Xingzhi's restraints. The first thing Ling Xingzhi did after releasing her was to lift up Zhou Xiye's vest, bury his head in her chest, wrap his arms around her waist, and thrust his hips upwards forcefully.
The only sounds inside were the slapping of flesh and the panting of men and women.
A cigarette afterward is better than being a god.
Zhou Xiye's black hair was spread out on the pillow, and his white vest was still the same as when Ling Xingzhi lifted it up. His breasts were covered with saliva and exposed. He casually crossed his legs, and the cigarette between his fingers fell to the edge of the bed.
Ling Xingzhi rested his head on his hands, looking at the ceiling, with faint traces of water on his abdomen.
“I know you got married because you made a deal with them, or you married someone they arranged. Zhou Xiye, you don’t need to do this… sacrifice your own happiness,” Ling Xingzhi turned to look at the still sexy Zhou Xiye beside him. “Why don’t you come with me… no, come with my faction? They won’t force you.”
Zhou Xiye took a drag of her cigarette, the bluish smoke enveloping her.
"What do you mean by 'not forcing me'? You can sleep with me for free?"
Ling Xingzhi smiled, turned his head and continued looking at the ceiling. "Factional strife has been going on for a long time. It's always been the case that the East Wind prevails over the West Wind, or vice versa. Power always needs to be suppressed by other powers. After all, a country will perish if it has no external enemies."
Zhou Xiye chuckled at his words, turning to look at him. She hadn't expected Ling Xingzhi to be so magnanimous. "Is that why you're unwilling to kill me?"
Ling Xingzhi didn't speak, but raised his hand to touch her hair, "You are my defeated opponent."
These words were unpleasant to hear. Zhou Xiye stubbed out his cigarette, sat up, and took off his white vest. "No matter what your feelings are for me, next time I make a move, I will definitely not be as merciful as you are." After saying that, Zhou Xiye climbed on top of him again.
Ling Xingzhi smiled as he looked at her, admiring her beautiful body. His fingers gently brushed over her skin. "Alright, you'd better kill me in one blow, leaving me no room to retaliate." With that, he flipped her over and pinned her down, cupping Zhou Xiye's head in his hands and kissing her.
The next morning, when Zhou Xiye woke up, Ling Xingzhi was still asleep. He lay flat on the pillow, his hands obediently placed on his chest, snoring softly, a very peaceful sleeping posture. Zhou Xiye couldn't help but laugh when he saw him; this was probably the first time the two of them had shared a bed overnight.
After getting out of bed, she went into the bathroom to take a shower. There was a cell phone vibrating in the bathroom. Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw Ling Xingzhi's cell phone on the sink, and there were a few cigarette butts in the trash can under the sink.
The caller was Wei Luochen.
Zhou Xiye picked up the phone and looked at it. A few seconds later, the call ended, and the screen lit up, revealing numerous calls from Wei Luochen. He had been talking about her last night. Should Zhou Xiye feel guilty? Had she ruined someone's love? Had she destroyed a family? She gave a self-deprecating laugh, took the phone out, and placed it next to Ling Xingzhi's pillow.
"Splash—"
Water is flowing from the showerhead.
Ling Xingzhi slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound of water. He had been awake for a while. He slowly sat up, picked up his phone, glanced at it, and the screen lit up again. He sighed slightly, got out of bed barefoot, looked for his underwear, but couldn't find it, so he simply gave up, picked up his pants and clothes, put them on, washed his face in the kitchen, and then went to the living room to pick up his car keys from the floor.
As he pushed open and closed the door, he turned around, gripping the doorknob, and quietly surveyed Zhou Xiye's home.
A few minutes later, the door closed.
Zhou Xiye turned off the shower and came out of the bathroom. The bed was already empty, which didn't surprise Zhou Xiye. She walked to the dressing table and took out a hairdryer to dry her hair.
Ye Lifeng called at that moment, and Zhou Xiye turned off the hairdryer and answered the phone.
"Director Zhou, the minister needs to see you. He's sending a car to pick you up. Is 9:30 a.m. a convenient time for you?"
"Convenient," Zhou Xiye hung up the phone, turned around and looked at the mess in the room, sighed with his hands on his hips, picked up the messy clothes on the floor and threw them into the washing machine. On his way to the washing machine, a pair of men's underwear accidentally fell out.
Zhou Xiye took a closer look and realized that Ling Xingzhi, this old man, was really slutty, with so many different styles of underwear. He chuckled and picked it up, then threw it into the trash can.
As soon as Ling Xingzhi entered the house, he heard loud music playing. He frowned and pushed open the door. The floor and the living room sofa were covered with drunk people, all still unconscious. Bottles were scattered everywhere. He closed the door and took a few steps forward, but there was nowhere to put his feet.
The butler seemed to have heard the noise and peeked out from the arched doorway of the living room. He saw Ling Xingzhi, the two looked at each other, the butler shrugged, and Ling Xingzhi nodded.
The sound suddenly subsided, and Ling Xingzhi looked up to see Wei Luochen dressed in a black suit, with exquisite makeup, revealing most of his snow-white skin, and his long legs hidden under his skirt, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.
He held a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other.
She smiled at Ling Xingzhi, "Honey, you're finally back." Then, in her high heels, she descended the spiral staircase, her waist, hips, and legs moving with a lithe, cat-like grace. "I thought you'd died in some woman's bed..."
Ling Xingzhi watched her walk up to him without saying a word. Wei Luochen's smile was alluring; she pressed her chest against him and crossed one leg, "Last night, I threw a party with my friends. You don't mind, do you?"
Everything seems to have returned to where it started.
"Whatever makes you happy," Ling Xingzhi said, and was about to head to his room when Wei Luochen stopped him. "Wait!"
She tilted her head to look at Ling Xingzhi, took a slow step, leaned over him, and gently sniffed, searching for any clues. "There's no perfume scent, no shower gel fragrance... but I smell the scent of desire..."
Ling Xingzhi looked down at Wei Luochen, a pang of sadness in his heart.
He reached out and grasped Wei Luochen's shoulder, his thumb twitching on her shoulder. "I'll go get ready, we'll go to Xingxi's wedding together later," he said, before leaving a kiss on Wei Luochen's forehead.
After turning around and taking a few steps, there was a loud "thump".
Ling Xingzhi paused, without turning around. The person lying on the corpse was also "startled" awake, staring blankly at Wei Luochen. Red liquid dripped down the wall. Wei Luochen crossed his arms and coldly looked at his group of drinking buddies. "Get out of here, my husband is back!"
After saying that, he wiggled his hips and left the living room, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.
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