Stimulate
"I bet even if you've really practiced Iron Head Kung Fu, you'd have a bump on your head today." Deng Yi said reproachfully, pressing down on her back with one hand and rubbing the spot where she bumped her head on the desk with the other.
There was almost no distance between Zhou Ji'an's face and Deng Yi's bulge, so she didn't care about the pain in her head.
Last night, Deng Yi massaged her with his nimble lips and tongue and his high nose bridge in a similar position to where she is now.
His strength fluctuated, and Zhou Ji'an's voice and trembling became sometimes slow and sometimes fast.
Before they had even finished what they were doing, Zhou Ji'an had already experienced a joy he had never felt before.
Zhou Ji'an lay stiffly on Deng Yi's lap, pondering.
Aside from the fact that Deng Yi doesn't love her, the benefits she gained from her decision to enter into a fake marriage with Deng Yi, made out of wishful thinking, have far exceeded her expectations.
Even if she ultimately loses both her money and her money, she wouldn't be considered the loser in this transaction.
Zhou Ji'an dared not move her head at all. She braced herself against Deng Yi's left leg, preparing to stand up. The hand on her back pressed down gently, and she lost her balance, her face falling completely onto Deng Yi's bulge.
So this is what it feels like to be too afraid to even breathe.
Zhou Ji'an suspected that Deng Yi had pressed her on purpose, but she had no evidence and dared not struggle, so she could only wait for him to catch his breath.
As Zhou Ji'an took deep breaths, the hot air rushed between her face and Deng Yi, and she could clearly feel the change in Deng Yi.
She caught Deng Yi playing a trick on her and immediately struggled, "You... let go!"
Deng Yisong let go.
Zhou Ji'an hurriedly raised his upper body, turning his eyes away to ignore the changes below his core and observe his expression, while moving his almost numb legs.
Deng Yi spread his arms, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his arms.
Driven by instinct, Zhou Ji'an naturally spread his legs and straddled his thighs.
An unusual feeling came in waves. Zhou Ji'an's fingers rested on Deng Yi's shoulder, his cheek pressed against Deng Yi's neck. He couldn't move or look around.
"Don't reveal the details of our marriage to anyone." Deng Yi rubbed the spot he hadn't massaged enough last night, his breathing shallow and deep. "'Anyone' includes anyone."
"I didn't tell anyone, not even Lu Jianni." Zhou Ji'an felt comfortable one moment and uncomfortable the next, his upper body arched like a bow, constantly pressing against the source of pleasure.
Deng Yi withdrew his fingers, his wet fingertips gliding over every inch of skin covered by her clothes, down to the mounds on either side of her cleavage. He pressed his fingertips deeper, and as he listened to her low moan, he asked through clenched teeth, "Where's Xu Zhiyan? How much does Xu Zhiyan know? You two agreed to meet today?"
His hands traversed mountains and valleys, eventually returning to their original place, relentlessly tilling and ploughing the fields.
Zhou Ji'an had already wanted to go to the bathroom and was about to cry, but when he heard Xu Zhiyan mentioned, his heart suddenly started beating faster, and his voice became nasal as he answered, "No, I don't even have his phone number."
The missed call last night must have been from Xu Zhiyan. She hasn't saved it yet, and this morning she almost blocked it as a scam call.
"Why does he still call you Ji'an?" Deng Yi asked, stopping all his movements.
Feeling tormented and stuck in a rut, with his lower abdomen feeling uncomfortable, Zhou Ji'an shifted his hips back in dissatisfaction. "Don't you also call me Ji'an? Everyone calls me Ji'an."
Deng Yi grabbed her, a sharp glint in his eyes, and replied, "It's different."
He probably treated her like some kind of plaything, and the pressure between his fingers increased, as if he wanted to crush her.
Zhou Ji'an had actually been crippled for a long time, so he put all his worries aside and pressed his lips to the side of his neck, rubbing against him little by little until he reached his well-defined lips.
Zhou Ji'an's gaze was relaxed, just like her willpower. She asked, "Does it have to be about others at a time like this?"
She didn't want to recall her embarrassing and selfish past; she feared that once she did, she wouldn't be able to enjoy everything she had now with a clear conscience.
Deng Yi's eyes were unfocused, and he said coldly, "Why can't I mention it? Or tell me when would be a suitable time to bring it up?"
Zhou Ji'an thought for a moment, then closed his eyes, lowered his head, and bit Deng Yi's lower lip.
She originally wanted to shut him up, but she was still not very good at kissing. Fortunately, Deng Yi saw this and stopped bothering Xu Zhiyan.
Zhou Ji'an bit into it for a while, then felt like he was eating meat, so he asked, "Does it hurt?"
Deng Yi stared at her slightly parted lips and a few white teeth, his eyes dark and his voice hoarse, "It hurts."
Zhou Ji'an felt inexplicably comfortable and was about to bite him again when his hand was suddenly pulled to his heart and paused for a moment before sliding to a hard spot.
Deng Yi forced her hand to make a soothing gesture.
The scenes he had witnessed last night and this morning came to life as Zhou Ji'an moved his fingers on his own.
She was tempted to go all in and see it through to the end.
A mix of nervousness and excitement, Zhou Ji'an's fingers curled and stretched, feeling a sense of novelty and uniqueness.
After being seduced by Deng Yi, Zhou Ji'an found that the intimacy between her and Deng Yi increased, and they seemed more and more like a newlywed couple. She also gradually forgot that Deng Yi did not love her.
Anyway, she had already verified that there was no better man in the world than Deng Yi. While her relationship with Deng Yi was still relatively harmonious, or rather, while there was still spark between them, it was necessary to experience it as soon as possible.
"When you were helping me pack things, did you see a pink box?" Zhou Ji'an had already learned to rub it with his palm, enjoying watching Deng Yi's restrained expression.
"Yes, it's in your suitcase." Deng Yi glanced down at her hand, then looked back at her expression, which was completely different from yesterday. "What's wrong?"
“Those are gifts from Lu Jianni and the others.” Zhou Ji’an had just finished speaking when he looked at Deng Yi meaningfully.
Deng Yi removed her hand. "Aren't you going to work?"
His words instantly brought Zhou Ji'an back to reality, leaving him utterly deflated.
Zhou Ji'an was a little angry. He frowned and glared at him. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He bit his neck to vent his anger and lust.
Deng Yi held the back of her neck. "Stop biting me. I have to go to the company this afternoon."
Zhou Ji'an, who was in a fit of anger, wouldn't listen. He not only bit harder, but also sucked like he had the night before.
"You were reluctant yesterday, why are you so proactive today?" Deng Yi asked, enduring the pain in several parts of his body. "Did you get stimulated?"
"Wasn't it you who provoked me?" Zhou Ji'an didn't know if she was too slow or too fast at any point, but she felt like she hadn't kept up with Deng Yi's pace.
Or perhaps she misunderstood the meaning behind many of his actions.
Deng Yi leaned over and picked up the phone from the table. Before clicking to answer, he asked casually, "Can I provoke you?"
It's that same old cryptic talk again.
Zhou Ji'an was in great pain, so he pushed away his chest and got off the ground.
The loose-fitting jeans, which had been unbuttoned, almost slipped down.
Zhou Ji'an, holding up his trousers, finished tidying up, sat down at the table, turned on the desktop computer, and stared at the ever-present colorful balloon desktop background.
Deng Yi had already walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to make a phone call.
Deng Yi's actions just now were actually the same style he always had: stopping whenever he wanted.
It's not like we just met, why are you so hung up on it?
After experiencing such a huge drop in performance, Zhou Ji'an couldn't immediately get back to work, but he didn't want to appear affected, so he opened WeChat and pretended to reply to work messages.
"You still don't want to add me back?"
Zhou Ji'an hesitated as he looked at Xu Zhiyan's friend request.
Xu Zhiyan's return means that those unspeakable memories are about to haunt her again.
Sometimes Zhou Ji'an would comfort himself by saying that what happened back then had nothing to do with him, but when he thought of the hideous scars on Xu Zhiyan's legs, the comfort would immediately turn into self-blame.
Back then, Zhou Ji'an and Deng Yi broke up extremely quickly and easily. On the first day after the breakup, she was still hoping that Deng Yi would say something like, "Although we broke up, I am still a part-time worker in his studio and have to go back to work."
A week passed, and she received no news from Deng Yi.
Two weeks later, she discovered that Deng Yi had deleted her contact information.
At the same time, Wei Jinglin learned from Deng Yi that she and Deng Yi had broken up. He sent her a message with his usual sarcastic tone, claiming that Deng Yi had wanted to break up with her for a long time and now had a new love.
Zhou Ji'an found it hard to believe.
Less than a month after their breakup, Deng Yi already has a new love interest.
He might even be secretly pleased when he heard her bring up breaking up with him.
After all, someone as kind-hearted as him would never take the initiative to break up.
The blow of breaking up with Deng Yi was obviously not as great as the blow Zhou Ji'an suffered when she realized that she and Deng Yi had really broken up.
After that, she was unable to eat, study, or participate in activities properly, and she had to endure her roommates' ridicule and gloating every day.
When Zhou Ji'an was on the verge of a mental breakdown, Xu Zhiyan invited him to participate in the cycling club's activities.
Xu Zhiyan and Lu Jiani are both majoring in visual communication design. Zhou Ji'an met them during a cycling club activity.
Although Lu Jianni's clothes and appearance clearly indicated that she was wealthy and tasteful, and she, Deng Yi, and Wei Jinglin were all locals from Jishi, Zhou Ji'an did not sense any contempt or disdain from her speech and behavior.
Even after they became close, and Lu Jianni claimed that she was attracted to Zhou Ji'an's profession and that's why she took the initiative to date her, Zhou Ji'an didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Xu Zhiyan shared the same feelings as Zhou Ji'an.
One day, the three of them were lying on the school lawn when Xu Zhiyan turned his head and said, "Don't you think Lu Jianni is a rather special rich person?"
Lu Jianni clicked her tongue: "What are you talking about?"
Zhou Ji'an asked in confusion, "Aren't you a rich man too? Wei Jinglin said you're a second-generation factory owner from Yiwu."
Xu Zhiyan: "Sigh, aren't the second-generation factory workers still called country bumpkins?"
Zhou Ji'an chuckled, "Before I came to Jishi, I actually thought I was doing pretty well. My dad was a middle school math teacher and my mom ran a fruit stall. After coming to Jishi, I suddenly found myself being called a country bumpkin, which I found very strange. At first, I even took the initiative to say that my grandparents did live in the countryside. But when I noticed that other people's tone and eyes were even more disdainful, I realized that something was wrong."
After this conversation, Zhou Ji'an became closer to Lu Jiani and Xu Zhiyan.
So after receiving Xu Zhiyan's invitation, Zhou Ji'an perked up a bit and decided to go out for a walk to change his mood.
The day before the event, Lu Jianni and Wei Jinglin sent messages to Zhou Ji'an one after the other.
Lu Jianni: Xu Zhiyan seems to be planning to go on a date with you.
Wei Jinglin: Junior Sister Zhou, you're not bad either, you've already hooked up with Zhiyan, this rich second generation, so quickly.
Zhou Ji'an carefully read Xu Zhiyan's invitation message. It clearly mentioned a cycling club activity, so how could it be a date with her?
As for news about Wei Jinglin, Zhou Ji'an was already used to it.
He deliberately changed the factory's heir to a rich second-generation to belittle her.
After that, Xu Zhiyan started sending messages to ask Zhou Ji'an where he wanted to go and what he wanted to eat. Zhou Ji'an vaguely sensed something was wrong and began to refuse.
However, Xu Zhiyan himself did not explicitly state that this was a date, so she could not refuse rashly.
While holding his phone and pondering how to respond, Zhou Ji'an started scrolling through Weibo out of boredom and came across a post with pictures and text from Deng Yi's studio.
It's probably a photo of him having dinner with classmates and friends. There's a girl standing next to him who looks a lot like his new girlfriend.
Zhou Ji'an clicked into Deng Yi Studio's account and complained to the crappy software, "I've already unfollowed them, but they're still pushing notifications. This is garbage."
After uninstalling the junk software, Zhou Ji'an answered all of Xu Zhiyan's questions carefully.
She considered using Xu Zhiyan to make him forget Deng Yi.
Isn't it said that the best way to forget a past relationship is to start a new one?
She decided to give it a try.
But when it came to actually putting it into practice, Zhou Ji'an felt uneasy.
She had no feelings for Xu Zhiyan.
She felt uncomfortable just imagining holding hands, hugging, and kissing Xu Zhiyan, let alone actually doing it.
Xu Zhiyan's appearance is no worse than Deng Yi's. Perhaps people who prefer darker skin will even think that Xu Zhiyan's appearance is better than Deng Yi's.
Zhou Ji'an felt that she was sick, for she was actually thinking about someone who didn't care about her at all.
After thinking it over, Zhou Ji'an lied and said that his roommate from Yunnan, who claimed to be a princess of the Dian Kingdom, had suddenly fallen seriously ill and that he was taking care of her at the hospital and couldn't come.
The next day, Zhou Ji'an hid in his dormitory memorizing German vocabulary. When he got to Weicheri, he received a call from Lu Jiani, who told him that Xu Zhiyan had been hospitalized.
When Zhou Ji'an arrived at the hospital, the wound on Xu Zhiyan's leg, which was as long as her forearm, had not yet been bandaged.
She thought she saw milky white bones.
Her one wrong decision created Xu Zhiyan's hell.
Zhou Ji'an said nothing and did nothing before running back to school and hiding in his dormitory.
She deleted Xu Zhiyan's contact information and went to great lengths to cut off all news related to him, her nerves taut like a bowstring, until she received news from Lu Jiani that Xu Zhiyan was going to study abroad, at which point she was finally able to relax.
Zhou Ji'an thought that the farther Xu Zhiyan was from her, the less guilty she would feel towards him.
And it seems that this is indeed the case. In recent years, when she thinks of Xu Zhiyan, she no longer feels pure guilt; the past years have brought her some relief.
Zhou Ji'an approved Xu Zhiyan's application.
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