What nearly stopped Zhou Wang’s breath wasn’t just Jiang Mo’s soft call and her deep eyes reflecting a certain longing.
It was also when his senior lifted her long legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and Zhou Wang’s gaze followed the smooth stockings to the edge of the moon previously covered by her.
The transparent stocking material made everything hazy, yet Zhou Wang could faintly see a few bright red words—
"Zhou Wang’s..."
Due to the angle, Zhou Wang only saw these three words.
But it was enough to send his imagination running wild... instantly.
He dove at her fiercely, satisfying his senior’s request.
...
Later, when he broke through that barrier, Zhou Wang finally saw the other three words.
Shocked, Zhou Wang wrapped Jiang Mo in his arms from behind, but Jiang Mo didn’t give him a chance to inquire. She just wrapped her arms around his neck, sealing Zhou Wang’s lips with her own that were hot with breath.
...
Ding!
[Jiang Mo’s mental desire bound, Desire Consumption Gold has been issued]
Ding!
[Jiang Mo’s mental desire bound, Desire Consumption Gold has been issued]
Ding!
...
From midnight to 3:30 in the morning.
On and on, over and over.
Just a glance, a kiss, a whisper could ignite a flame capable of burning everything.
In the dim light where moonlight faintly spilled in, the shadows on the wall constantly twisted into sticky shapes.
Zhou Wang’s stamina was tested once again.
Yet he was unwilling to stop, and Jiang Mo, too, was far from relaxed. From her sweat-soaked forehead, slightly pale eyes, and occasional expression of pain, one could glimpse some hints...
But more often, she entwined Zhou Wang with all her strength.
It was Zhou Wang who realized that if this continued, his senior’s body might really have issues, and with immense willpower, he pushed away the senior who was still biting his ear.
The heavy breathing lasted an unknown time before Zhou Wang, coming back to his senses, hurried to check Jiang Mo’s condition.
"I’m fine..."
Fortunately, although Jiang Mo was obviously very weak, her mind was still clear, only that this bed, now dirty, wasn’t suitable for sleep...
Zhou Wang carried the soft, boneless senior into the bathroom, then picked up the phone to call Xiao Dai, asking him to arrange for someone to clean, and then he returned to the bathroom to personally help the exhausted Jiang Mo wash.
During the process, Jiang Mo just stared at Zhou Wang with her dark, luminous eyes, letting him move as he wished.
As the washing gradually moved downward, Zhou Wang curiously examined those words, "Is this... a sticker?"
Confirming it was a washable tattoo sticker, Zhou Wang breathed a sigh of relief, though sometimes a bit of a pervert, he was indeed very excited at the time... but he didn’t want his senior to harm herself this way.
"Yeah, I... ordered a booklet, all with your name."
Jiang Mo nodded, saying in the lightest tone the words that made Zhou Wang’s heart surge the most.
After hesitating briefly, Jiang Mo looked up at Zhou Wang again, "Do you like it?"
"I like it."
Zhou Wang nodded without hesitation.
Jiang Mo’s eyebrows and eyes softened, and Zhou Wang heard the system prompt about the "Desire Consumption Gold credited" for the N-th time.
...
The night was deep, but Zhou Wang was inexplicably unable to fall asleep, despite the exhaustion he should have felt.
When the senior he lightly held in his arms entered the dreamland and even started to emit faint snores, Zhou Wang turned over and sat up from the bed, lighting himself a long overdue post-event cigarette.
Interestingly, there was actually a "No Smoking in Bed" sign placed at the bedside, but after Zhou Wang had checked in, there was indeed an ashtray placed on the bedside cabinet.
Smoke drifted in the dark night. Zhou Wang glanced briefly; after three times, the City Commercial Bank account exclusive to the senior showed an increase of nearly Ten Million.
More than any previous night.
And before tonight, since the senior came to Beidou, Zhou Wang hadn’t heard a system prompt for a while, only occasionally getting some sporadic credits during their video calls.
If Zhou Wang was previously uncertain, at that moment, he finally understood that his senior... truly lived solely for him!
Just like the [Soul Greeting Card] description, she offered everything she had to Zhou Wang.
It felt quite satisfying, but still, something wasn’t quite right.
How could it be solved?
Zhou Wang couldn’t figure it out for a moment, but there was another small issue to address first.
Whether it was midnight or not didn’t matter, Zhou Wang sent a message in a certain group.
...
September 17, 2024, Tuesday, Mid-Autumn Festival.
A drizzling rain pierced through the clouds, falling on the streets of Ming City, slightly reducing the remnants of yesterday’s heat.
"The city meteorological bureau issued a Level IV lightning warning at 4:30 a.m., expecting lightning within the next 12 hours... Citizens are advised to take precautionary measures..."
Yawning, Han Yanqian opened the factory doors early in the morning, snorting at the broadcast from the TV.
He truly wished for a lightning strike to hit him, hoping, like in urban novels, for some supernatural abilities like clairvoyance or walking through walls, which would be a blast.
He really had his fill of this mediocre life, nothing too good, nothing too bad.
Han Yanqian’s parents had both worked for a former state-owned enterprise, and after it restructured, they were laid off. Life was a bit hard until Han Yanqian’s mother’s distant cousin, Jiang Mo’s mother, married Jiang Yunfei. Seizing the opportunity, Han Yanqian’s father thick-skinnedly sought help, and under their care, they started an auto repair shop, gradually improving their life.