Chapter 8 She is brave and alone
Liang Zhouheng's ball skills are average, but he thinks he is more than capable of beating Jiang Yuan.
The two players played American style, and the serve fell into Liang Zhouheng's hands.
Liang Zhouheng held the club with ease and his posture was very handsome, but after two balls went into the hole, the third ball went wide.
He rubbed his chin and tried to make amends, "Tsk, it's not quite right. The tabletop isn't flat enough."
Everyone laughed.
Jiang Yuan pursed her lips and said nothing, then bent down and scored the first goal with a clean and neat movement.
Then he scored the second, the third...
With the crisp sound of "pa pa", the remaining balls on the table became fewer and fewer, and the atmosphere around the table became more and more tense. Liang Zhouheng's eyes were panicked, "No, sister, you can play, right? Are you pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?"
Jiang Yuan remained silent, looking focused, until the last ball on the table was cleared.
She stood up straight, put down her club, and explained seriously, "I can play a little, but I'm not very good."
Liang Zhouheng was speechless, feeling that he had been tricked.
Jiang Yuan was afraid that he would deny it: "Mr. Liang, everyone heard the bet just now."
After saying that, Jiang Yuan looked at Yin Dong eagerly. Yin Dong was just moving the cigarette away from his mouth, raising his eyelids to look at her from a distance, his expression gloomy and unclear.
Liang Zhouheng sneered, "Okay, this is the first time I've seen someone so persistent. Let's all go and make room for him."
The huge group of people left in the blink of an eye. Jiang Yuan walked silently to the door, closed the door of the billiard room, turned around, and walked towards the sofa step by step.
Yin Dong was still smoking intermittently, his expression as calm as a napping tiger.
Jiang Yuan felt like she was plucking hair from the tiger's head.
She walked a few steps to the sofa and suddenly squatted down beside his legs.
She gently took his wrist and took out the cufflink from the pocket behind her butt. After her two tender little hands fiddled with his wrist for a few times, the cufflink was put back on.
Her eyes lingered on the man's bony hands, and she sighed softly, "I wonder if the cufflinks are prettier, or if Young Master Yin's hands are prettier."
While speaking, she used two of her fingers to gently draw circles on the man's palm.
After just two circles, the little hand was grabbed tightly by the warm big hand.
Jiang Yuan trembled all over and almost fell to the ground.
"What do you want to do?"
The man's voice was dull, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger. Jiang Yuan felt that the joints of his five fingers were about to be broken by him.
She struggled to get up from the ground, sat on the sofa, and begged for mercy aggrievedly, "Young Master Yin, please loosen up, it hurts."
"If you know it hurts, get out."
He threw her hand away mercilessly.
Jiang Yuan endured the dull pain in her knuckles for two seconds. The next second, she gritted her teeth, lifted up her skirt, lifted her long legs, and straddled his thighs.
Maybe he hadn't expected her to be so bold, so he was caught off guard. When she tilted her head back and their eyes met, he raised his eyelids but didn't push her away directly.
Jiang Yuan seized the opportunity, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed the handsome and deep face in front of her without hesitation.
Sister Hui once said, "Even the best steel is afraid of being softened by your fingers." Jiang Yuan didn't believe that this man could be harder than steel.
Jiang Yuan doesn't have much kissing skills, but he has a lot of courage.
Her movements were clumsy but full of enthusiasm, moving from the man's eyebrows to his proud nose bridge, and finally to his thin lips.
She couldn't wait to wrap her moist and sweet mouth around his lips and teeth, but the man's mouth was like a locked gate, and she could not pry it open no matter how hard she tried.
She closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, supporting herself with her two tender white thighs, and pressed her upper body against the man's chest from left to right, while her hands rubbed the back of his neck back and forth in a random manner.
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