"If it is inconvenient, forget about it. I was only passing by anyway."
Hearing that Zhou Yuwen was about to leave, Qu Jing panicked and nearly burst into tears. "No, I... I do not have a boyfriend!"
Saying this, she did not even take the ti to pick up the fallen chair, much less bother closing the adult video. She simply rushed to open the door for Zhou Yuwen.
Click. The door swung open.
It revealed Qu Jing's flushed face and slightly ssy hair. She was wearing a light brown spaghetti-strap bodycon dress that perfectly showcased her graceful, curvy figure.
Qu Jing had clearly been up to no good; she looked entirely guilty.
Finding it a bit strange, Zhou Yuwen stepped into the apartnt.
A three-bedroom apartnt with a living room felt quite empty with just Qu Jing living there. However, judging by the state of the living room, she was rather ssy. The sofa was completely covered in discarded clothes.
Upon entering, he noticed that the entrance was cluttered with Qu Jing's footwear—high heels, slippers, long boots, and the like.
He could spot at least two or three pairs of pantyhose lying around.
When Zhou Yuwen first walked in, he could barely find a spot to step. Realizing the ss, Qu Jing hastily kicked all the shoes to the side.
It seed Qu Jing was a bit sloppier than he had imagined. Zhou Yuwen looked at her.
Qu Jing blushed instantly and stamred guiltily, "I... I just moved in, so I have not had ti to clean up."
Observing her disheveled appearance, Zhou Yuwen asked, "What were you doing in your room just now? You did not answer when I knocked."
"I... I..." Qu Jing had anticipated this question, but she had not thought of an excuse and was montarily at a loss for words.
Right at that mont.
A voice echoed from the bedroom: "Master, please humiliate
to your heart's content."
"?"
Zhou Yuwen paused, staring blankly at Qu Jing.
'I am dood!'
At this point, Qu Jing wanted the ground to swallow her whole.
Zhou Yuwen asked, "Watching TV?"
"Mhm."
"What kind of TV show?"
As Zhou Yuwen spoke, he strolled straight toward the bedroom on his own accord.
Qu Jing wanted to stop him, but Zhou Yuwen simply asked, "Am I not allowed to?"
"No, it is not that."
Qu Jing ekly stepped aside once again.
Zhou Yuwen finally saw the content playing on the video, and for a mont, he was rendered speechless.
"Good, good. Lower your head."
The plot was actually quite interesting. Since it was an adult film, the explicit nature was a given. The female lead was kneeling on an office desk, obediently lowering her head.
Zhou Yuwen stood there watching for a while, finding it quite engrossing.
Glancing back at Qu Jing beside him, he asked, "So you are into this kind of thing?"
"No, I am not!" Qu Jing hastily denied.
Zhou Yuwen replied, "You are not? Well, now I am a little disappointed."
"?" Qu Jing was stunned. A visible glimr of light returned to her eyes as she looked at him, and Zhou Yuwen chuckled.
He then asked her why the chair was overturned.
Qu Jing explained that she had been in too much of a hurry to open the door.
"So the chair..."
Zhou Yuwen picked up the chair and set it upright. "Were you in a rush to do sothing naughty?" "No, no, I was not! I was not!"
"Really?" Zhou Yuwen looked at Qu Jing and asked.
Qu Jing did not dare to et his gaze at all. Questioned like this, she instantly turned submissive. "Just... a little bit. A little bit naughty."
Zhou Yuwen laughed and sat down on the chair.
The video on the computer continued to play.
Honestly, these kinds of short adult videos were usually quite dull. Regardless of the genre, they only had a tiny shred of plot, while the rest was entirely repetitive. However, the video Qu Jing had found was actually pretty decent.
Zhou Yuwen beckoned to her. "Co here."
Qu Jing carefully took two steps toward him but dared not do anything else. She was intimidated by his voice, especially since she had just been ho alone fantasizing about him.
None of the evidence in the room had been cleaned up—including the photos of Zhou Yuwen plastered on her wall.
She kept praying inwardly, hoping he had not noticed those pictures. But in reality, how could he possibly have missed them?
Observing her cautious deanor, Zhou Yuwen instructed, "Sit on my lap."
"Eh?"
Before Qu Jing could react, Zhou Yuwen pulled her straight into his arms. Acting like a bashful maiden, she suddenly beca terribly coy.
"What is wrong?" Zhou Yuwen asked. "Do you not like this? If you feel uncomfortable, you can just say so."
"No, it is not that," Qu Jing quickly denied. Her cheeks flushed red as she admitted, "I am afraid... afraid that you are angry."
"Angry about what? That you are ho alone watching this kind of movie in the middle of the night, or that you have my pictures taped to your wall?" Zhou Yuwen asked with amusent, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
Hearing this, Qu Jing frantically tried to explain, "I-I did not do it on purpose..."
"Then why are my photos hung up?" Zhou Yuwen probed before asking in a teasing tone, "You were not watching this video while thinking of , were you?"
The mont he said that, all the color drained from Qu Jing's face. She sprang out of his embrace and dropped to her knees in front of him. Staring up at him pitifully, she pleaded, "Zhou... Zhou Yuwen, I... I only did it because I like you so much! I do not have any bad intentions! Please, do not chase
away, okay? I will never do this again!"
Tears stread down her cheeks. Her little hobby was sothing shaful to begin with, and now that Zhou Yuwen knew everything, she was utterly terrified that he would find her disgusting.
After all, an outstanding man like him—if he knew she was fantasizing about him behind his back, what if he cut her out of his life completely?
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she beca, and her tears flowed freely.
Wiping her tears, she knelt before him, reaching out to gently shake his leg. With a pitiful expression, she sobbed, "Zhou Yuwen, I... I promise you, I will never do this again."
Seeing her looking so heartbreakingly delicate, Zhou Yuwen found it rather amusing. He reached out to gently stroke her cheek and asked with a smile, "Did I say I was angry?"
"?" Qu Jing froze, completely surprised by his response.
"To be honest, knowing that you like
this much makes
quite happy," Zhou Yuwen confessed. "I used to doubt your feelings for , but now I do not. Senior Sister Qu Jing, thank you so much for your affection."
With that, he cupped her small face in his hands and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
He put his max-level skills to use.
Actually, logically speaking, that ti should have naturally led to them going all the way without a hitch.
The reason they had to stop halfway...
Was actually because Zhou Yuwen's techniques were far too advanced.
Coupled with the fact that Qu Jing's feelings for him were overwhelmingly deep.
Just during their previous encounter, when Zhou Yuwen had built up enough anticipation and planned to press Qu Jing onto the sofa to completely claim her...
Who would have thought that the girl would suddenly let out a whimper and hastily push him away?
Looking like she desperately needed to use the restroom.
After holding it for a long ti, she simply could not hold it any longer.
"She peed..."
"She actually peed..."
In a perfect arc.
Drawing a little map right there on the sofa.
It even got onto Zhou Yuwen's hands.
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