Chapter 167 "There's something even more comfortable."
Out of inertia, the microphone was still rolling haphazardly on the ground. Its volume was turned down very low. Summer's bottom was pressed against the speaker cover, and she could feel the vibration brought by the bass resonance.
During the live broadcast, although the camera wasn't pointed in this direction, viewers could see that he was being carried away, and they could probably guess what exactly happened.
Xia Mian still had a sliver of reason left and wanted to resist, but Zhou Pingchuan's kiss was too forceful, leaving him no chance to escape. He wrapped his arms around Zhou Pingchuan's waist.
Her tongue invaded even deeper, seemingly no longer satisfied with just a light taste, relentlessly attacking his lips and tongue, kissing him until his tongue felt sore and weak.
Whether it was discomfort or too much comfort, Xia Mian involuntarily let out a soft "Mmm..."
Even from a great distance, the expensively tuned microphone, with its exceptional sound-gathering capabilities, still managed to pick up a fraction of that low murmur, which was then played back through the speakers.
The summer's hazy mind was finally awakened by it, and its body visibly stiffened for a moment.
Sensing that he was distracted, Zhou Pingchuan bit his lip, his voice hoarse and low after the kiss: "Xia Mian, you have to concentrate when you kiss."
"I'm live streaming." Xia Mian used a breathy voice to avoid being heard by the audience, but in this situation, coupled with her uncontrollable panting, it was hard not to think of other things.
Zhou Pingchuan's eyes darkened, and he took another step forward, pressing Xia Mian's inner thighs against his. Both of them were only wearing loungewear, and his burning heat was almost instantly transferred to Xia Mian's body.
In response to stress, the body of the summer slumber tenses up, its back like a beautiful bow, waiting for the hunter to draw it open.
“I know,” Zhou Pingchuan’s gaze lingered on his back, “I know you’re live streaming, and I know you like someone else.”
What does it mean to "like another person"? Who that other person is, only heaven, earth, you, and I know! Xia Mian opened her mouth, but in the end, she held back and said helplessly, "It's for the sake of the live stream. Every streamer does it this way."
After all, he also had his problems. He didn't expose Zhou Pingchuan immediately after discovering that Z was Zhou Pingchuan, but instead chose to play a strange cosplay game with Zhou Pingchuan.
Zhou Pingchuan: "How others are doesn't mean you can be the same."
Xia Mian asked helplessly, "Then what do you want to do?"
Zhou Pingchuan's tone was as calm as a lake, but beneath the surface, a turbulent undercurrent was surging: "Kiss me."
If you can express your affection for someone in public, then you can certainly kiss him in public as well. He is your other half in every sense of the word, without a doubt.
This is utterly unreasonable. Xia Mian felt a chill run down her spine and desperately wanted to curse or even beat the other person up. But if she actually did it, the haters would definitely jump out of the sewers and throw a wild party.
Helpless, Xia Mian tilted her chin up. Zhou Pingchuan was too tall. She used her uncontrolled hand to support her body and leaned upwards to kiss Zhou Pingchuan's lips.
A perfunctory kiss, without even closing his eyes.
Zhou Pingchuan laughed, bending down as he did so, his arm slipping under the other person's buttocks to hold them securely in his arms.
Suddenly feeling weightless, Xia Mian panicked and instinctively wrapped her legs around the other person's waist. The two of them ended up at eye level.
It's also... the perfect distance for a kiss.
So Zhou Pingchuan kissed her again.
Afraid of falling to the ground, Xia Mian dared not move at all, enduring Zhou Pingchuan's advances with all her might. Being held and kissed was an extremely humiliating position for a grown man.
However, it must be admitted that this is also a very sensual position, because it allows for a greater exploration of the other person's oral cavity.
In particular, Zhou Pingchuan was very fierce at the beginning, like a hunting lion, but after he succeeded, he became very gentle, slowly and carefully savoring his prey.
Summer hibernation is not just a mental fog; the whole body, from the hair to the fingertips, becomes limp and weak.
Zhou Pingchuan was extremely pleased with his current state, playing with his lips and tongue while pinching the back of his neck repeatedly.
There seemed to be a stray cat meowing outside the window.
When they parted, Xia Mian placed her hands on the other person's chest, helplessly watching the silver threads that stretched between them.
Zhou Pingchuan was admiring his wet lips. As a public figure, when a man appears in public, he is always glamorous, always respectable, and always handsome. But now he can only be described as disheveled.
The kiss was fine, but seeing his flushed face, Zhou Pingchuan went from being slightly aroused to being ready to pounce.
Unfortunately, it was being broadcast live, so I could only touch on it briefly.
"Third Master, are you satisfied now?" Xia Mian asked softly.
Zhou Pingchuan countered, "Are you satisfied?"
"I was broadcasting perfectly fine, and you just came in and took me away without saying a word," Xia Mian laughed angrily. "Do you think I'd be satisfied?"
"But I feel you're very comfortable."
As he spoke, Zhou Pingchuan hugged Xia Mian tightly. The friction between her thighs and Zhou Pingchuan's pajamas created a visibly pulsating sensation.
"...It hurts." Xia Mian was very delicate and couldn't withstand any friction, so she quickly begged for mercy.
This also indirectly acknowledges that he was indeed... very comfortable.
"There's something even more comfortable." Zhou Pingchuan paused, then whispered something in Xia Mian's ear.
Summer's pupils suddenly dilate.
Netizens are very imaginative; if they disappeared from the camera for even a little longer, in the stories they fabricated, they'd probably have been having sex for three days and three nights.
Zhou Pingchuan knew how to handle things, and besides, he was very satisfied with the boy's reaction. He finally put the boy down, went around in a circle, deliberately entered the filming area, and swaggered away.
Xia Mian ignored him, standing still, the scene from earlier replaying in her mind's eye, as well as Zhou Pingchuan's words.
His mind was in complete turmoil. Judging from Zhou Pingchuan's attitude, he didn't approve of his feelings for him. If that was the case, why did he kiss him? Was it really just for face, to avoid giving the audience something to gossip about?
Then why did you let yourself kiss him?
What's the difference between this and indulging in liking him?
Okay, even if we assume that Zhou Pingchuan really forbids him from showing any emotion to anyone—including a virtual clone—just because of his pride, why did he say those seductive things to him just now?
That's so strange.
Summer sleep couldn't understand it.
Moreover, he had clearly stated that he no longer liked Zhou Pingchuan and was willing to accept punishment for his mistakes. Yet, Zhou Pingchuan's conclusion was that he did not agree to a divorce.
Summer suddenly had an absurd idea.
Along with the thought came a violent pounding in my chest and a flurry of colorful lights in my mind.
Look—Xia Mian then chuckled—even though he knew it wasn't right, even though he had already decided to give up, when he glimpsed that tiny bit of something in the other person, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart again.
You bastard! Xia Mian cursed herself, "Stop being so love-struck all the time. You run off with someone just by snapping your fingers. Can't you be more decisive?"
Xia Mian took a deep breath, silently building a wall of "steadfastness" in her heart. She wiped her mouth and calmly returned to the camera.
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