Xiang Hengxi hugged her and kept kissing her, saying, "How could you bear to do that? We're so compatible."
"It's just piston movement, it doesn't matter who you find to do it." Jing An'an snorted and said coldly, "Don't forget that day was an accident, it was because Li Tuan got too drunk."
Xiang Hengxi's face darkened. He gripped her chin tightly, raising an eyebrow dangerously: "Anyone can do it?"
"What else did you think?" Jing An'an, wrapped in the blanket, broke free from his embrace, stood by the bed, and looked down at him. "Don't try to take advantage of me, thinking we really have something going on."
Xiang Hengxi laughed in anger, stood up with his gun in hand, approached her, hugged her, and pressed her back onto the bed: "I'll tell you right now whether we have a relationship or not."
Jing An'an made a sound of "uh" before her lips were sealed with a kiss.
He wasn't wearing much at the moment, which made things easier; he managed to insert it in just two or three minutes.
Jing An'an wanted to resist, but she also had to prevent her voice from being leaked. She grabbed his hand and bit down. The harder he pushed, the harder she bit.
The small bed creaked and groaned as if it were a lone boat adrift.
Downstairs, Jing's mother, who was cooking, couldn't help but ask Jing's father, "Have you heard any strange noises?"
The Jing family elders had their daughter late in life. Jing's father was quite old and hard of hearing, so he said, "No."
Jing's mother suspected she had misheard and continued frying the eggs. The sound of the kitchen oil pump drowned out the creaking of the bed.
After finishing his business, Xiang Hengxi was drenched in sweat. He then carried the limp Jing An'an to take a shower.
"Look at you, you don't exercise at all. You're exhausted like a lump of mud after just one time, and I have to take care of you while you take a bath." Xiang Hengxi said this, but he was very happy to take care of you.
Jing An'an gritted her teeth and glared at him fiercely. It's a wonder he has such a thick skin; how could he say such a thing? What do you mean by "once"? Last night her back was about to break, and this morning she hadn't even recovered her strength when he made her rock the bed for so long.
"If you keep staring at me like that, I'll think you haven't had enough." Xiang Hengxi joined the army when he was a teenager and spent every day with a group of men, so he could easily spout dirty jokes.
Jing An'an was too lazy to waste any more words with him. She got out of the bathroom, wrapped herself in a towel, and went out.
After taking a shower, Xiang Hengxi quickly dried herself off and had to put her clothes back on from last night.
After stepping out of the bathroom, he saw that Jing An'an had already changed her clothes, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
She was wearing a black coat, a gray turtleneck sweater underneath, and khaki trousers, which made her look old-fashioned and didn't match her cute face at all.
Her room was decorated so simply that you couldn't see a trace of femininity in it; it was the epitome of minimalist style.
"Why aren't you wearing that outfit?" Xiang Hengxi slightly raised his chin and looked at the coat rack.
She wore an orange-pink double-faced wool coat, a loose white chunky knit sweater, and a pair of slim-fit jeans.
This is the kind of clothing a young girl should wear.
Jing An'an glanced at it; it was a set of clothes her mother had put together for her. She hadn't seen it before; her mother would put the clothes together and put them there every day, so she didn't know what she was wearing.
He glanced at the brightly colored clothes, frowned, then looked at Xiang Hengxi's expression, his face immediately turning cold: "If you like that style, wear it yourself."
"Why are you suddenly angry?" Xiang Hengxi pulled her into a hug, the fruity scent of her after her bath seemed especially alluring.
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