Qu Jing confessed her feelings to Zhou Yuwen; her affection for him was no longer sothing she could hide.
During dinner earlier, Qu Jing’s voice had a peculiar softness, slightly different from her usual tone. At the ti, Zhou Yuwen assud it was just how girls often liked to speak.
But in the elevator, when Qu Jing licked Zhou Yuwen’s finger—her soft, warm tongue delicately caressing his skin—and looked at him with dreamy, misty eyes while saying sweetly, “Oh~ How did you get hurt like this?” the emotion she conveyed was unmistakable. Anyone could sense it.
What puzzled Zhou Yuwen was why Qu Jing would have such feelings for him.
When they returned to the car, Qu Jing insisted on buying band-aids for Zhou Yuwen, nervously holding his hand and examining it repeatedly, her expression distressed.
In the privacy of the car, Qu Jing furrowed her brows slightly, cradling Zhou Yuwen’s hand and looking at it pitifully as she murmured, “We should at least treat it properly.”
At this mont, Qu Jing was still wearing a low-cut dress, and as she bent over, the snowy expanse of her chest was visible. Combined with her teary eyes and delicate appearance, it was a sight that could easily stir any man’s desires.
Zhou Yuwen tried to brush it off, saying, “It’s nothing, just a small cut.”
“How can you call this a small cut? What if it gets infected?” Qu Jing cupped Zhou Yuwen’s hand in both of hers, lowering her head to examine it. Her lips hovered re centiters from his wound.
She even considered putting his hand in her mouth to disinfect it again. Though she’d already done so in the elevator, Zhou Yuwen seed to hold an inexplicable allure for her. Every part of him was like a magnet, pulling her closer. She wanted to express her love for him through such actions.
Qu Jing stole a glance at Zhou Yuwen, her teary eyes seeking his approval, silently asking, “Can I lick it?”
She was an attractive girl, bending toward him with her legs clad in sheer stockings. Zhou Yuwen, though unsure of her intent, couldn’t deny that the sensation was pleasant—especially when her warm little tongue had gently grazed his finger earlier.
Though Zhou Yuwen said nothing, Qu Jing seed to sense his tacit consent. Slowly, reverently, she lowered her head and kissed his finger as if worshipping it. Her soft, rosy lips touched his wound, and her delicate tongue gently licked it, coating it with a thin layer of saliva as her way of disinfecting.
Qu Jing knelt before him with devotion, her neckline creating an enticing view that made it difficult for Zhou Yuwen to look away.
Seeing that Zhou Yuwen didn’t stop her, Qu Jing grew bolder.
At first, she focused only on his injured finger, gently kissing and disinfecting it. But Zhou Yuwen’s lack of objection emboldened her further. Holding his hand like a devoted believer, she reveled in the soft warmth of his skin.
“Ah~” Qu Jing trembled slightly with excitent.
Zhou Yuwen’s silence felt like permission to her.
In that mont, Qu Jing confessed. Her voice carried a faint sob as she spoke, her words laced with self-reproach.
“Zhou Yuwen, you need to take better care of yourself. You can’t be so careless with your body.”
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone out to eat with you.”
“If it weren’t for dinner with , you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Seeing you injured makes
feel terrible.”
Qu Jing’s expression was filled with guilt. She held Zhou Yuwen’s injured hand to her chest, as if that gesture alone could speed up his recovery.
Unnoticed, she slipped off her high heels, crossing her stocking-clad legs onto the passenger seat. This allowed her to lean closer toward Zhou Yuwen.
Qu Jing’s legs were undeniably beautiful—different from Zheng Yanyan’s slender legs, hers had a slight fullness to them. As she sat cross-legged, her feet clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings tucked neatly beneath her, the delicate fabric stretched taut, revealing the soft contours of her feet and toes.
Her stockings were so thin and transparent that her smooth skin and perfectly aligned toes were clearly visible through them. The tips of her toes, where the stockings stretched most, appeared even more translucent.
Qu Jing’s cheeks flushed pink as she adjusted her posture, leaning closer toward Zhou Yuwen. Starting with his fingers, she trailed kisses up his arm, her warm, soft tongue exploring every inch of his skin.
She soon reached his shoulder and neck.
The sensation was indescribable. Even as soone who had lived a second life, Zhou Yuwen had never experienced such reverent affection.
It was more than physical intimacy—it was worship.
Qu Jing expressed her sorrow over his injury, her voice trembling with emotion. As she kissed up to his shoulder, she paused, gazing at him with misty eyes.
Zhou Yuwen t her gaze, and the atmosphere in the car grew charged with tension.
Qu Jing’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her lips parted as she panted softly. Seeing that Zhou Yuwen still hadn’t spoken, she grew even bolder. She straightened slightly, climbing over the console toward him.
Though Zhou Yuwen had self-control, the situation tested his limits. He adjusted his seat back slightly and finally spoke. “Senior, are you drunk?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with ...” Qu Jing’s voice wavered with sobs. “But just now, seeing you hurt made
feel this sharp pain here.”
She took Zhou Yuwen’s hand and placed it against her chest, her teary eyes looking up at him pitifully.
“It hurts here.”
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