Su Qing had beco increasingly audacious, going so far as to secure South Art University without so much as a word to Zhou Yuwen. He realized he had underestimated his ex-wife and decided she needed a proper lesson.
Before long, they found themselves on the sofa, kissing again. But this ti, it wasn’t just a simple kiss. Su Qing, her eyes shut, let out soft murmurs, her body lting into Zhou Yuwen’s as their lips explored each other.
Zhou Yuwen’s hands weren’t idle either, easily slipping her camisole straps down her shoulders. At 18, Su Qing was more youthful than he rembered from their past life, her soft skin glowing with a tender freshness.
“Are we really unlocking this lock?” Zhou Yuwen teased, his tone light but his intent clear.
Rolling her eyes, Su Qing retorted, “As if you haven’t unlocked it before.”
Laughing, Zhou Yuwen replied, “Not one this fresh.”
That struck a nerve. “Hey! I was plenty fresh when I gave it to you, okay!” she protested, pouting as she tried to push his wandering hands away.
“Don’t touch randomly! It’s not clean!” she chided him, but her protests were half-hearted at best.
In their previous life, Su Qing had always been demanding, even when they were intimate. Zhou Yuwen hadn’t minded, often treating her like she was made of glass. But this ti, he wasn’t about to hold back. If Yanyan and Linlin could be fully his, why should Su Qing get special treatnt?
Su Qing’s fishtail skirt reached her ankles, leaving only a portion of her calves visible, encased in white socks that covered two-thirds of her legs. Zhou Yuwen slowly lifted the skirt up to her thighs, revealing her smooth, soft legs. Unlike Yanyan’s or Linlin’s slender fras, Su Qing’s legs had a bit of at on them, making them all the more alluring.
Blushing furiously, Su Qing asked, “What are you staring at?”
Zhou Yuwen countered, “Why can’t I look? It’s been a while since this key touched its lock; I should inspect it properly.”
He grinned mischievously, rubbing her thighs as he added, “Before unlocking, I need to polish it. That way, it’ll open smoothly.”
Su Qing couldn’t help but giggle, though she tried to maintain her indignation. “You’re such a scoundrel!”
“And now you’re just realizing that?” Zhou Yuwen shot back, his teasing relentless.
Su Qing tried to wriggle away but yelped softly when Zhou Yuwen’s grip on her tightened a little too much. Tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at him. “Zhou Yuwen! What the hell?!”
Feigning remorse, Zhou Yuwen imdiately rubbed her leg where he’d held her too tightly. “Oh no, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t an to. Don’t cry, let
make it better.”
“You’re the worst!” Su Qing sniffled. “You spoil , then turn around and bully .”
“Hey, wasn’t I the one who loved you the most in our past life?” Zhou Yuwen replied, pulling her close and peppering her with kisses to calm her down.
“That was before. Now, you don’t care about
at all. All you think about is Yanyan,” Su Qing muttered, her voice tinged with jealousy.
“She’s my girlfriend. Who else would I care about?” Zhou Yuwen reasoned, grinning as he leaned in closer to Su Qing, who was now lying on the sofa with her fishtail skirt pushed up to her waist. Her long, sock-clad legs stretched out beneath him, presenting a tantalizing sight.
Flushed and breathless, Su Qing whispered, “If you’re going to do it, then hurry up.”
“Not until you tell
you want it,” Zhou Yuwen teased, his grin widening.
“You...!” Su Qing was furious, biting her lip in frustration. He’d never dared tease her like this before.
But today, Zhou Yuwen was feeling bold, his smirk challenging her resolve.
“Fine! If you don’t want it, I’ll stop,” he said, pulling back slightly.
“Don’t you dare!” Su Qing growled, wrapping her long legs around his, pulling him close again.
The mont grew increasingly intimate, Su Qing’s body trembling slightly as she leaned into Zhou Yuwen’s embrace.
Amid the intensity, Zhou Yuwen suddenly asked, “What did Chen Wan an earlier about event planning?”
“Do you have to bring that up now?” Su Qing muttered, her voice heavy with exasperation.
“We’ve got nothing better to talk about,” Zhou Yuwen said nonchalantly.
Su Qing sighed, burying her face in his chest. “After you pushed Tao Tian out, let
join your company.”
“What for? You should focus on your studies,” Zhou Yuwen replied.
“But I want to make money too!” Su Qing insisted.
As their conversation andered, Zhou Yuwen quipped, “This feels even tougher than in our past life.”
“Of course it is! I’m only 18—I haven’t even finished developing yet!” Su Qing snapped, rolling her eyes.
Zhou Yuwen smirked. “Still, it feels tougher than with Yanyan.”
The second the words left his mouth, Su Qing’s expression darkened. She bit down on his shoulder in retaliation, wanting to flip herself over to gain the upper hand. But as she moved, her legs quivered, and she found herself unable to continue.
“Why must you always bring her up at a ti like this?” she hissed.
“I’m just speaking the truth!” Zhou Yuwen replied innocently.
“I hate your ‘truths’!” Su Qing growled, though a familiar warmth spread through her body. It was a sensation that brought back mories of their previous life together. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around Zhou Yuwen’s neck, surrendering herself to the mont.
For Su Qing, the first ti was far from perfect, filled with awkwardness and frustration. Zhou Yuwen couldn’t help but remark afterward, “Honestly, this wasn’t as fun as when we were together in the past.”
The comnt nearly drove Su Qing mad with anger. “You ungrateful jerk! How dare you complain?!”
After the encounter, Su Qing got up, smoothing her skirt. “I’m taking a shower,” she announced.
“Go ahead,” Zhou Yuwen replied lazily.
“Want to join ?” she asked, casting him a coquettish glance.
“No need. I haven’t left the house all day—why would I need a shower?” Zhou Yuwen retorted.
“Suit yourself,” Su Qing muttered, rolling her eyes as she sauntered off to the bathroom.
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