Zhou Luchen lazily leaned back. He grabbed her hand, pressed it to his heart, and not giving her a chance to react, said, "Touch it yourself."
He wore a bathrobe, clearly with nothing underneath. She rely tugged at his collar, and his bare chest blazed into her sight. It was hard and solid, swelling with each beat.
Made of iron, with a hardened heart, she thought.
Zhou Luchen pressed her face tightly against his bare chest, his grip too firm.
The mont Shen Jing was pressed against him, his powerful, firm heartbeat and the faint, pleasant scent of his body seed to encompass her.
His temperant was just that domineering.
He told her to touch him, and she did so without sha. Her fingertips drew circles, their pads warm and soft, lingering and pressing on the contours of his chest muscles, tickling him.
Zhou Luchen let her be, his hands moving past her sides, his fingertips tapping nonchalantly on the keyboard.
Since he paid her no mind, Shen Jing grew bolder. She kissed her way from his collarbone to his Adam’s apple, even nipping it gently.
When Zhou Luchen caught her, she buried her face in his chest, her laughter exceedingly sly.
Zhou Luchen looked down. "Like it?"
"I like it." Shen Jing’s fingers grew addicted to touching his chest; the male muscles were firm and satisfying to the touch. "It’s all your fault for corrupting ."
Zhou Luchen pinched her buttock, then slapped it soundly.
"Lustful."
She shivered uncontrollably but still smiled brightly, her retort quick, "When it cos to being lustful, how different are we, really?"
Shen Jing might not learn other things easily, but she adapted quickly to the gas Zhou Luchen played. Led and teased by him, a single spark could set her ablaze.
Zhou Luchen shifted her position. He had no ti to play around and continued working.
The night deepened into silence as he remained busy with work.
Shen Jing yawned. Her hazy gaze swept over the computer still running on the desk. After a while, she listlessly snuggled against Zhou Luchen’s chest. "I’m sleepy."
He humd in acknowledgnt, and that was all.
His embrace was steady. In the vast room, it was just the two of them, their breaths intertwining. Listening to his strong heartbeat was exceptionally comforting to her ears, and Shen Jing’s eyelids grew increasingly heavy.
She dreamt, and in her dream, it was Zhou Luchen’s face—a face that could captivate nations. It felt as though she heard his voice whisper by her ear.
"Shen Jing?"
Her na, rolling from the man’s throat, sounded magnetic and sensual.
She responded hazily, "Mm... I dread about you."
Zhou Luchen closed his laptop, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
「The wind on the top-floor balcony was exceptionally cool.」
The man’s bathrobe hung open loosely, his sexy chest half-exposed. He leaned against the railing, smoking. Amidst the silence, the glowing red tip of his cigarette brightened and dimd between his fingers.
He knew she had deliberately put on a brave front, standing for an hour tonight to wait for him.
Her little ploy was obvious at a glance.
In truth, he couldn’t understand a single word of the Suzhou ballads. He had idly accompanied the old woman to the grand theater for a few days. That slender figure in a cheongsam swayed before him daily, always looking at him with a smile brimming with affection. Her allure was palpable, and he had fallen for her charms all too easily.
A vixen, preying on n’s vitality.
Zhou Luchen held the cigarette between two fingers, carelessly bringing it to his lips. A trail of smoke exhaled slowly. His slender fingers removed the cigarette, and he parted his lips to curse softly, "Damn."
The beauty on the bed, not knowing how she’d woken, stirred and muttered that it was too cold.
Zhou Luchen looked up, his gaze sweeping lazily across the room.
She stumbled to her feet and walked over to the control panel, pressing buttons at random. She rubbed her eyes, and only when she noticed Zhou Luchen did she walk towards him.
"Zhou Luchen."
"Mm?"
Shen Jing slipped her hand inside the man’s bathrobe, wrapping her arms tenderly around his waist. "It’s so cold. I want a hug."
Zhou Luchen fiercely stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. He effortlessly swung her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. "You can hug all you want in a bit."
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