Chapter 101 I will give you the best project
Xie Duo had to deal with Ou Shan's attentive conversation, and Jiang Tingwan took the opportunity to sneak into the cabin hall to hide. Song Zhi was leaning against the bar, and when he saw her coming, his eyes stayed on her for a few seconds.
"White suits you very well." he suddenly said.
Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows and lightly tapped the champagne glass with her fingertips: "Boss Song's outfit is also very nice."
Song Zhi didn't respond, but turned his gaze to the pool table next to him: "Can you play pool?"
Jiang Tingwan looked over and saw that she was good at golf, tennis, and polo, but she had never played billiards.
Seeing her hesitation, Song Zhi picked up a golf club and gently stroked the dark sandalwood shaft with his slender fingers: "I'll teach you."
Jiang Tingwan did not refuse. There was nothing to do anyway. They would stay on the sea until tomorrow noon, so it might be a good idea to kill time.
Song Zhi stood behind her, put his right hand on her hand holding the club, and led her to lean over.
The green velvet cloth of the pool table shone delicately under the light. His breath brushed past her ears: "Aim at the center of the ball and relax your wrist."
The temperature of Song Zhi's palm was dry and warm, firmly wrapping her hand. He led her to push gently, and the white ball drew a neat straight line, knocking the red ball accurately into the pocket.
"Mr. Song is really amazing."
She turned her head and met his gaze.
At this angle, the two were so close that they could count each other's eyelashes. The faint scent of Song Zhi's cologne lingered over them, clear and steady.
Time seemed to be stretched at this moment.
At this distance, he could see her bright eyes. There was no shyness in them, only a hint of cunning after scoring a goal. Her makeup was very light, and her lip gloss was the only bright color on her face, which made her look even cooler and clearer. And deep in her pupils, it seemed as if there was a small flame hidden, looming under the light.
Song Zhi suddenly felt that the white dress tonight was so perfect.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then tacitly looked away.
Song Zhi continued to play a few more shots with her, and each ball went into the pocket accurately, and then he let go: "Try it yourself.
Jiang Tingwan was indeed a quick learner. She mastered the key points in just a few moments and scored three goals in a row. However, she was troubled by the positioning of the next goal, as the angle was tricky and the strength was difficult to control.
Song Zhi's gaze remained on her, and he naturally noticed her hesitation.
He moved closer again, this time, his chest pressed completely against her back, his arms going around her sides, guiding her hands to adjust the angle.
"At this position, you need to use a low club." His voice was lower than before, almost rolling out from his throat, with a slight hoarseness, "Use less force, let the ball roll in naturally."
The warm breath brushed across her exposed neck, and Jiang Tingwan subconsciously straightened her back. She followed his instructions and the ball indeed drew a beautiful arc and landed in the pocket.
"Teacher Song is indeed——"
She turned around with a smile, but her voice stopped abruptly.
Without warning, a soft touch touched her back.
She had no idea that while she was concentrating on playing, Song Zhi's gaze had already moved from the table to her back.
The backless design of the white dress fully reveals her back lines, and her skin is as smooth and flawless as mutton-fat jade. The only thing is a small mole next to the right butterfly bone, which looks like a drop of ink in the snow and is particularly eye-catching.
At this moment, Song Zhi's lips were pressed on the mole.
"Song Zhi, what are you doing?" She frowned slightly, but her voice softened uncontrollably.
His kiss was light, but it was irresistible, and it triggered a tiny electric current when he touched her. Her back was extremely sensitive, and the place where his lips and teeth rubbed against her felt like it was on fire, making her whole body go limp, and she had to hold on to the pool table to stabilize herself.
The velvet fabric of the billiard ball rubbed against her palm, and the slightly cool touch formed a sharp contrast with the burning kiss on her back.
Song Zhi placed his hands on her waist, caressing the curve of her waist through the thin fabric with his fingertips. His kiss reached her shoulder blade, where he bit it gently.
"Song Zhi..."
Her hands that were supporting the pool table suddenly tightened, leaving tiny wrinkles on the green velvet cloth.
"Don't move..." Song Zhi's voice was hoarse.
Jiang Tingwan shuddered as if she had received an electric shock, her abdomen pressed against the cold pool table, and her hair brushed Song Zhi's jaw as she turned around. She turned around and raised her hand to push away this out-of-control man, but her fingertips were precisely caught by Song Zhi in mid-air, and the force transmitted from her wrist bones brought an irresistible burning heat.
Song Zhi's breath, wrapped in his body temperature, blew on her face. His palm covered the back of her trembling hand, and he pulled her half an inch closer to his arms.
When Jiang Tingwan raised her head, she met that pair of bottomless eyes. The dark current in the man's eyes was more turbulent than the waves outside the cruise ship.
Just as she was about to question, her soft lips were blocked and a somewhat domineering kiss fell on them. The tip of his tongue gently pried open her slightly open lips and teeth, and he tasted the faint sweet scent of peach in her lip glaze.
Song Zhi held her hand and pressed it against the edge of the table, and with his other hand supported the back of her neck, not allowing her to retreat at all.
Jiang Tingwan's eyelashes trembled violently, and her attempts to struggle gradually turned into weak pushes. The remaining warmth on her back and the heat on her lips intertwined into a fine net, trapping her in this suffocatingly intimate distance.
Jiang Tingwan's nails almost dug into the fabric of Song Zhi's suit. A broken sob escaped from her throat, and the air rushed through her teeth.
When Song Zhi finally let her go, she turned her head away and gasped in embarrassment. Her lips, which were shining with moisture, were severely red and swollen, and her hair was messily stuck to her sweaty forehead.
"Are you crazy?"
Her brows furrowed slightly, and there was a reproachful look in her eyes.
"Your mother came to me a few days ago. Do you want her words to come true now?"
Song Zhi's Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed down his uncontrollable desire, and his bony fingers stroked her red lower lip. The soft touch left by his fingertips made the dark current in his eyes surge even more violently.
"No problem."
As he leaned over, his tie brushed across Jiang Tingwan's hot cheeks, and he pressed down with a seductive voice wrapped in lust, "I will give you the best project."
Jiang Tingwan was about to speak again when his burning palm grabbed the back of her neck again.
Song Zhi's kiss fell again like a torrential rain, the tip of his tongue prying open her teeth roughly, mixed with an unquestionable plunder.
The pool table shook slightly with the movements of the two people, and the colorful balls made crisp collision sounds on the velvet cloth, like some kind of dangerous accompaniment, crushing all her protests in her hot and humid breath.
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