"Woman, you’re playing with fire."
Not only that, but Song Tianran also wrapped her arms around Wang Jian’s neck. Looking at him with a smile, she asked, "How is this playing with fire?"
Who knows what got into her, but she leaned close to Wang Jian’s ear and whispered, "Don’t you like it? You weren’t always like this."
Wang Jian stared at the woman so close to him, completely defeated. When had he ever been otherwise? Although he had changed in so ways over the years, his feelings for her had never wavered. He couldn’t bring himself to say that, not now. Since she had him hooked, he stopped struggling. Reaching out, he stroked the hair by her ear and said slowly, "Then what was I like before?"
"Don’t you have a clue?" Song Tianran scoffed. "Do I need to teach you?"
Wang Jian could hear her breathing growing heavy as she began to grind her hips against him. He could only say, "I haven’t showered yet."
"Haven’t showered?" Song Tianran muttered, sniffing at him, but she couldn’t sll anything. She gave Wang Jian a strange look. "What’s with you? On a hot day like this, you’re not even sweating? It’s one thing not to have an odor, but you actually have a fresh scent. Are you sure you haven’t showered?"
"I really haven’t," he said, his expression completely serious.
Seeing his earnestness, Song Tianran was overco with envy. She loved to exercise and had a tendency to sweat a lot, so she had to shower several tis a day in the sumr and always wore perfu, afraid she might sll of sweat.
Compared to her, Wang Jian was like a human air conditioner. He didn’t sweat at all. What girl wouldn’t be envious?
A sudden wave of jealousy washed over her, and she leaned in, biting his lip.
Wang Jian was about to say sothing, but his mouth was sealed by hers. This was familiar territory for them. He didn’t pull away, eting her kiss for kiss as his hands began to slide down from her shoulders.
His hand paused on her back. "Hmm? You’re not wearing one, are you?" he asked in surprise.
"That’s right," Song Tianran replied with a nod, her eyes glazed over. She humd softly, "It was a pain to put on after my shower... since it was just going to co off anyway."
Her logic was flawless. Chuckling to himself, Wang Jian didn’t stop. He slipped his hand inside the opening of her backless dress and cupped a breast.
He could barely get a grip...
Although it had been a while, the feel was all too familiar, as if no ti had passed at all. But as Wang Jian kneaded it, he couldn’t help but feel that it had gotten bigger.
Could she have been doing exercises for this?
The thought intrigued him. As he continued to knead, he infused his own qi into his hand. A warm current instantly flooded Song Tianran’s senses.
She sucked in a sharp breath. The gentle spark of electricity from his touch instantly beca a raging torrent. Song Tianran was overwheld. It was like getting brain freeze from a massive bite of ice cream, but instead of pain, it was pure, unadulterated pleasure that shot straight to her scalp.
It was heavenly!
Song Tianran lost control, biting down hard on his shoulder and instinctively clamping her legs around his waist.
Then, she glanced down, but she couldn’t see anything through her dress. She had no idea how he had stimulated her so intensely. Her face flushed, she could only ask, "What did you just do?"
Wang Jian let out a wicked laugh. "Haha, nothing special. I just amplified the sensations in a certain... spot." Rembering her reaction, he continued to tease, "Felt good, didn’t it?"
Song Tianran scoffed dismissively. "You’re full of tricks." She thought of the warm current she had felt and couldn’t help but ask, "That heat... was that the qi you told about?"
"Yeah." Wang Jian nodded, looking at her with so surprise. He hadn’t expected her to be thinking about such things at a ti like this. "You’re really sothing else. No wonder our teacher always said you were talented."
"If you had stuck with dicine," he added, "you’d be an expert by now."
"Tch. Who wants to be an expert?" she snorted. "I just want to experience life, travel, and have adventures. I want to embrace a new life every day. I refuse to get stuck in one place for my whole life, like him."
Song Tianran rolled over, pinning Wang Jian beneath her and taking the lead. Even as she spoke so earnestly, her hands were busy, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one.
She had an impatient streak. After undoing two buttons, the third got stuck. No matter how she tried, it wouldn’t budge. Just as Wang Jian was about to help, she grit her teeth, her fingers turning to claws as she grabbed the fabric and yanked.
Damn, she was strong. Sumr shirts were light and thin, so her forceful tug sent a whole row of buttons flying, tearing the fabric halfway open.
The violent display didn’t startle Wang Jian in the slightest. There wasn’t even a flicker of surprise in his eyes. In contrast, the excitent in Song Tianran’s was impossible to miss.
"You always steal my move," Wang Jian said, his tone a familiar mix of resignation and amusent. "It makes more sense for ** to be the one ripping *your* clothes."
He had barely finished speaking when he reached for her skirt, but she was ready for him, pressing down on his wrists and pinning them. She leaned forward, straddling him, the tips of her hair brushing against his face.
The faint tickle felt like an itch deep in his heart, fanning the flas of his desire.
Straddling him as she was, Song Tianran imdiately felt the change beneath her. A silent understanding passed between them. In the quiet room, their eyes t, both pairs gleaming with a hungry light.
Song Tianran had double eyelids, though with a slight inner fold that did nothing to detract from her beauty. Her eyes were large, expressive, and at this mont, they were glistening, as if they could trap his gaze. They seed to hold a story, promising sweetness to anyone who dared to taste.
Having just stepped out of the shower, Song Tianran wore no makeup. On most won, this would reveal all sorts of flaws that wouldn’t stand up to close scrutiny. But she was different. Her skin was flawless, and the longer he looked, the more captivating he found her, a beauty that seed to radiate from within.
Her eyelashes, for instance. Most people’s were sparse or too short to notice, but she had inherited her long lashes from their late teacher’s wife. It was safe to say those very lashes had played a part in capturing his heart back then.
Wang Jian swallowed hard. Speaking of attraction, her dedication to fitness was impossible to ignore. It kept her skin in perfect condition—to call it supple and smooth would be no exaggeration. And now, flushed with passion, she looked exactly like a ripe, juicy peach.
How could he possibly hold back? Wang Jian pushed himself up, ready to devour that peach.
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