Chapter 154 So what if he knows how to serve people? He can do that too.
His scheme.
It seems that he himself was the one who was trapped.
And Xiao Qiuqiu, whom he was determined to have, seemed to be in the center of a maze that he could not fully control.
With her actions, she challenged the limits of his arrogance time and time again.
He was probably driven crazy by the torment.
Xie Jingxing had also thought of Zhao Wenxuan's move.
It's about taking good care of Xiao Qiuqiu.
He analyzed it carefully.
Compared to Zhao Wenxuan, I am...
The only thing he couldn't compare to was that he wasn't as humble or as good at flattering Qian Yueqiu as Zhao Wenxuan!
Xie Family Villa.
Every time Xie Jingxing and Xiao Qiuqiu did intimate things, it was in this courtyard that he gave to Qian Yueqiu.
As for Qian Yueqiu's villa, he thought it was dirty.
That "dirt" is not the kind of filth that can be seen with the naked eye, but rather a kind of psychological aversion and alienation.
Thus, an extremely ironic situation was formed.
Qian Yueqiu would spend two days with Xie Jingxing, and then one day with Zhao Wenxuan.
In any case, both men were aware of each other's existence, and they maintained a harmonious relationship.
For Xie Jingxing...
He had taken 20 days out of the month and felt he still had a slight advantage, so he hadn't yet considered killing him.
After all, Xie Jingxing wanted to defeat Zhao Wenxuan fair and square!
And he felt he was getting closer and closer to his goal.
That day.
It was another day when Xie Jingxing and Qian Yueqiu were together.
Xie Jingxing decided to take good care of Qian Yueqiu today.
Isn't it just some despicable tactics used by male concubines?
It makes it seem like everyone is the same.
It's summer now, and the heat is intense.
So Xie Jingxing brought some chilled watermelon.
living room.
Xie Jingxing dismissed his attendants and entered alone.
Qian Yueqiu was leaning against the chaise lounge under the window, playing with a round fan in her hand, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.
She was wearing a casual summer dress, the fabric of which was light and thin, outlining her still slender figure.
Xie Jingxing did not sit down beside her like a typical husband would, nor did he stand up to speak.
He casually lifted the hem of his robe and gracefully knelt down at Qian Yueqiu's feet.
His movements were fluid and effortless, without the slightest hint of strain, as if this was his rightful place.
He held a small white jade dish in his hand, filled with evenly cut watermelon flesh, each piece a vibrant red like a heart brimming with juice.
"Qiu'er, have some watermelon to cool down." His voice was deep and pleasant, with a strange magnetism.
Qian Yueqiu looked down at him.
From this angle, she could clearly see his thick eyelashes, high nose bridge, and thin lips that always held a faint smile.
Even in such a humble posture.
Even when Xie Jingxing did it, there was absolutely no sense of servility or obsequiousness.
His back was straight and his shoulders were broad and flat, exuding a restrained sense of strength.
Xie Jingxing smiled, picked up a small piece of watermelon, and held it to her lips.
The movements were not hurried, and even carried a hint of playfulness.
His fingertips were long and clean, and his nails were trimmed neatly and rounded, making his red flesh even more alluring.
Unlike Zhao Wenxuan, who simply inserted it as if completing a task, Xie Jingxing hovered there, staring intently at Qian Yueqiu, as if inviting her, or perhaps provoking her.
This is the world of difference between Xie Jingxing and Zhao Wenxuan.
When Zhao Wenxuan did these servitudes, a sense of resignation and humility emanated from his very bones.
The curve of his bow, the slight trembling of his hands as he handed something over, the way he avoided eye contact—all these silently cried out, "I am a servant, I am serving you."
Everything Zhao Wenxuan did carried a subtle hint of humiliation.
But Xie Jingxing is different.
He fed her watermelon, not like he was serving her, but more like a carefully planned flirtation.
The Xie family possessed an innate air of nobility.
Even when Xie Jingxing was kneeling, he exuded a powerful aura.
There was no humility in his eyes, only inquiry and a deep-seated desire for control.
The watermelon handed over was bait; every subtle movement was full of hints and provocations.
Xie Jingxing's fingertips would occasionally brush against her lips, bringing a shivering sensation.
Under the continuous assault of the mixture of watermelon sweetness and his unique, chilling aura, Qian Yueqiu began to succumb...
She suddenly turned around, not to bite the watermelon, but to bite Xie Jingxing's finger with fierce force.
Xie Jingxing's gaze suddenly deepened, and the deep pool of water finally stirred.
But instead of pulling his hand away, he chuckled softly, with a triumphant tone: "Qiu'er, you're... not even letting go of my hand?"
His words were ambiguous, and his breath brushed against her ear.
Qian Yueqiu did not answer, her pearly teeth remained firmly in place, and her eyes were stubborn yet dreamy.
She was using this extreme method to declare her existence, attempting to regain some initiative in the game he was in control of.
This unexpected initiative clearly pleased Xie Jingxing.
He let her bite it, but with his other hand he quietly put down the jade plate and stroked her slender ankle.
Qian Yueqiu trembled all over.
In the summer, her clothes were thin, and the warmth of his palms was transmitted to her without any obstruction, soothing her skin.
She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but he held it firmly.
He slowly and deliberately untied the ties of her stockings, one by one...
Then, with an incredibly agonizing speed, she pulled off the stockings, revealing a fair and beautiful bare foot.
Qian Yueqiu's feet are well-shaped, with rounded toes and healthy pink nail polish.
Xie Jingxing's gaze fell on her feet, filled with undisguised admiration, as if he were appreciating a fine piece of jade.
He was holding one of her feet.
He kicked wildly with his other foot, and sure enough, kicked open his already loose collar.
The ties of the silk outer robe were kicked loose, revealing the collar of the inner garment and a section of well-defined collarbone.
This unexpected "attack" instantly brought the atmosphere between the two to a boiling point.
Xie Jingxing's eyes darkened, his grip on her ankle tightened, and he leaned closer.
He gave her no more chance to escape. Their breaths mingled, their lips met, and it was a kiss that carried the sweetness of watermelon and a hint of punishment.
Qian Yueqiu was even a little impatient, kicking Xie Jingxing's clothes open with her pretty little feet...
Next.
Xie Jingxing did everything he could to please Qian Yueqiu.
He used to prioritize his own feelings.
But right now, her feelings are the most important thing; as long as she's happy, that's all that matters...
About half an hour later.
The air was filled with the lingering sweetness and decadence that comes after passion.
The unfinished watermelon was a glaringly red, like congealed blood.
Xie Jingxing had already straightened his clothes and resumed his aloof and noble demeanor.
It all seemed as if the somewhat pathetic, out-of-control Xie Jingxing from just now was merely an illusion.
He stood at the door, glanced back at Qian Yueqiu on the couch with her disheveled hair, his gaze complex and unreadable. In the end, he said nothing and turned to leave.
Xie Jingxing's first time serving a woman...
He still has some sense of shame!
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