Chapter 748 The Second Strength
The sun rose, and the surface of the lake was swaying with golden fragments. Looking at it made one feel open-minded and it was difficult to have evil thoughts.
But Jing Zhui didn't know why, but just looking at the beautiful lake, he thought of Ye Xiaoman's snow-white shoulders and chest.
He could even associate the light of the morning sun with her bright eyes.
Ye Xiaoman glanced at Jing Zhui unexpectedly, and the strange feeling increased.
Even the slow-witted Aquaman noticed something was wrong.
She took a big step to the left and turned in front of Jing Zhui with a nimble posture.
Chasing Jing, he looked left and right.
When Jing Zhui faced her, he shifted his gaze slightly away. She deliberately took small steps to get right in Jing Zhui's sight.
She asked, "Boss, what's wrong with you? You look like you have a crush on me, you know?"
Jing Zhui said: "No."
Ye Xiaoman smiled, picked up a handful of silver hair from Jing Zhui's chest, played with it in her hands, wrapped it around her fingertips ambiguously, and looked at Jing Zhui with her eyes rolling.
He didn't know how much he liked her, but the capitalist's impulse to take advantage of her was definitely 100%.
Considering Jing Zhui's dull and clueless emotional intelligence, this is indeed his style. His actions are always one step faster than his heart. He never thinks about why. As long as he wants to, he will take action.
To some extent, it can be considered a straight shot.
Damn, it made the workers laugh in the midst of hardship.
You evil capitalist, you have come to this day.
Ye Xiaoman is wet. The person who covets others first will have to stand upside down and swallow a hundred needles.
She would take advantage of Jing Zhui's slight desire for her, squeeze out his usefulness, find opportunities to escape from his control, and use his influence to achieve her own success.
Then throw him away like a rag.
The ultimate happiness for a worker is never to seduce the boss. What's the use of having a person? The ultimate happiness is to sleep with the boss and seize his property at the same time, letting the capitalists know what the anger of a proletarian worker is.
So facing Jing Zhui's ignorance, Ye Xiaoman was too lazy to enlighten him. She loosened her grip and watched the silver hair wrapped around her fingertips unravel in circles.
She slowly leaned forward, her lips placed in front of Jing Zhui's chin through his mask, the heat of her breath hitting his lips just right, because it was the spot she would kiss if she got close, and the itching was only through indirect contact, making her feel even more itchy.
Ye Xiaoman tapped Jing Zhui's mask with her finger, and calmly, from a distance, the drumbeat landed on Jing Zhui's chest for the second time, easily increasing his heart rate.
Jing Zhui's Adam's apple moved quickly a few times.
Ye Xiaomante borrowed Jing Zhui's recent line in distress: "But my strength has basically been demonstrated, what should I do?"
Jing Zhui: “…”
Jing Zhui: "You can bite my mouth like last time."
Ye Xiaoman couldn't help laughing, "Boss, that's called a kiss, not a bite."
She said, "It's boring to repeat the same thing every time. How about I show you this strength?"
Jing Zhui insisted: "I miss you, kiss me."
Ye Xiaoman said, "Don't be so quick to reject me. You might actually like it."
Her heart was pressed forward against his chest.
She took his big hand and guided him to place it on her waist.
Jing Zhui's body suddenly stiffened.
The big hand held by Ye Xiaoman seemed to be frozen, and even bending the knuckles was extremely difficult.
The hand didn't seem to belong to him.
Jing Zhui frowned.
The sharp jawline was tense.
His heart suddenly started beating very fast, even faster than the time he almost went insane fifteen hundred years ago.
When practicing a technique that goes wrong, one can seal the meridian acupoints by himself and start over. What should he do now?
Ye Xiaoman assisted Jing Zhui's fingers and let Jing Zhui untie the belt on her skirt.
After opening the slipknot, she untied the sash around her waist in circles, like unwrapping the intricate ribbons of a gift.
The belt of her skirt suddenly fell on her fingers, and the fabric fell to the ground.
The sound of it hitting the ground was very slight, but it sounded like a loud echo in Jing Zhui's ears.
It almost shattered his remaining soul.
Jing Zhui felt like he was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.
Ye Xiaoman tapped his earlobe and asked softly in his ear with a distant and thin smile: "Are you satisfied, big boss?"
Jing Zhui didn't say anything.
He suddenly hugged Ye Xiaoman.
Hug tightly.
He lowered his head, and the mask on his face hit her hair bun in his hurried and chaotic movements. He impatiently pulled the mask off his face and threw it on the grass beside him.
He held her in his arms, his handsome face pressed against her, burying his head in hers. His straight nose rubbed hurriedly from her hair to the side of her neck, inhaling her scent eagerly like a gourmet.
Kiss and smell.
Ye Xiaoman was being tossed and pulled by Jing Zhui like a rag doll without any emotions, and suddenly she had a strange feeling, she looked like a cat being caught and sucked by a cat slave, but a cat slave sucks cats out of pure love, while a devil sucks people with a strong desire.
Ye Xiaoman looked at the sky above, showing a lack of interest as if there was no challenge at all.
Just a few simple actions made Jing Zhui lose his composure.
No surprise at all.
When Jing Zhui's actions were following his heart and becoming more and more excessive, she pushed him away unexpectedly.
She jumped out from the circle of her skirt on the ground, quickly moved to three steps away from Jing Zhui, and looked at him calmly.
Ye Xiaoman was wearing a tube top and pajamas as short as hot pants. In her previous life, it was normal for her to run around in the hot summer in this way. She was also very comfortable and relaxed now, but it was a great stimulation for Jing Zhui.
Jing Zhui's silver hair was disheveled, his clothes were untied, his breathing was disordered, and he stared at her.
Ye Xiaoman smoothed her messy hair.
Hmm? How do you feel, capitalist?
If I like to let workers pay in installments so that I can collect handling fees and complete tasks again and again to get the antidote, then I will also pay in installments now and delay gratification. How do you feel about that?
Are you angry or feeling lost?
Do you seem to be getting more and more addicted? That's normal.
Jing Zhui involuntarily took a step closer to Ye Xiaoman.
Ye Xiaoman stopped him before he could take any action.
Old snakeskin is best at treating new snakeskin.
"It seems that the boss is very interested in my strength."
Ye Xiaoman went to Jing Zhui to redeem the benefits.
"Tell me how I can break through the current bottleneck."
She started fishing.
"The better you teach me, the more I will show you my strength later."
Jing Zhui didn't know what to do with Ye Xiaoman for a moment. Her request was very reasonable.
It's just that he felt bad and had a very bad feeling.
He looked at Ye Xiaoman, and relying on his experience in cultivation, he sat down on the spot and began to regulate his breathing.
Ye Xiaoman: “…”
That's how it is when you're with Jing Zhui. You never know what genius move that innocent guy will make next.
It took Jing half a cup of tea to get his heart rate back to normal levels.
He walked up to Ye Xiaoman.
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