"Hm..."
The chandelier pieced together with rhombus-shaped crystals exudes a classic aristocratic aura in the warm light, as the gaze of the Holy Mother on the wall watches with seeming compassion. The girl’s sticky and fragmented tone is continuously fermenting.
The tilted chair, the squatting girl, her skirt spreading out like blooming lilies, emitting a rosemary scent from between her lips.
Faced with Ji Xiaoxi’s sudden obedience, although she might be suspected of being drunk, Zhou Wang cherished it greatly.
Unlike the previous wild and rough plundering, this time Zhou Wang was extremely gentle, immediately giving Ji Xiaoxi a completely different feeling.
She clearly felt quite sober before, but at this moment, she realized that she might already be drunk.
The alcohol that had long lurked in her blood was stirred up by Zhou Wang, quickly spreading throughout her body, devouring her brain.
In the entanglement, the powerless Ji Xiaoxi almost fell, fortunately, Zhou Wang promptly held her waist.
Her black hair spread over the chair back, her upturned clean face was covered with an unusual red.
With half-open eyelids, Ji Xiaoxi saw the Holy Mother on the wall once again, but for some reason, this time she felt the painting became extraordinarily ordinary...
She didn’t know how much time passed, like the length of a dream. When Zhou Wang finally let go of her lips, Ji Xiaoxi still felt that she had not yet awakened, her whole body light and without strength.
When she felt Zhou Wang starting to push his advantage, Ji Xiaoxi finally had to stop him.
"No... not here."
Listening to Ji Xiaoxi’s almost pleading whimper, Zhou Wang chuckled softly.
"Then I’ll carry you to the room?"
"No... everyone is there."
"Then should it be here or not here?"
Zhou Wang asked helplessly.
Ji Xiaoxi just shook her head, lightly brushing away Zhou Wang’s hand, neither letting him advance further, nor removing his hand.
Zhou Wang wasn’t quite sure what her mindset was at the moment, only able to constantly use actions to test her.
A moment later, as Zhou Wang once again released the breathless Ji Xiaoxi, he came to an initial conclusion.
That is, kissing was okay, her defenses above the waistline were weak, but... he couldn’t go deeper.
After figuring out Ji Xiaoxi’s bottom line, Zhou Wang clicked his tongue, considering it a good thing; she seemed less resistant to him, yet this state of neither here nor there was quite frustrating!
As a young man in his prime, full of hot-blooded energy, Zhou Wang found it quite torturous.
The human psyche is really strange, the last time in the restroom of that Western restaurant in Hang City, Zhou Wang could transform into a beast, disregarding her feelings, but that was because he could easily capture her inner voice, also because Ji Xiaoxi’s expression was one of resistance, Zhou Wang felt less guilty...
But now, due to Ji Xiaoxi’s unusual cooperation, Zhou Wang became more restrained.
It’s like... Ji Xiaoxi’s docility deprived him of a reason to be forceful.
After this back-and-forth for quite a while, Zhou Wang ultimately couldn’t feel satisfied, so he leaned over to Ji Xiaoxi’s dazed eyes and softly whispered something in her ear.
Ji Xiaoxi’s eyes widened instantly, dead memories attacking her, she shook her head desperately, her pretty face filled with resistance, "No way, it’s too... too dirty!"
Zhou Wang was just about to persuade again when his peripheral vision suddenly caught a breathtakingly beautiful scene, making him swallow involuntarily.
On the edge of the seat, because of Ji Xiaoxi’s curled-up body, her smooth calves and feet under her skirt were revealed, her toes perfectly painted with bright red nail polish, exuding a delicate freshness.
Zhou Wang had always known that her feet were beautiful, Ji Xiaoxi obviously knew this was her advantage, so perhaps to complement today’s elegant attire, she even wore a silver anklet with an exotic touch on her feet.
The chain traversed her second toe, crossed her smooth, flawless instep, then clasped around her ankle.
It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Zhou Wang could only think of this word to describe it.
So he grabbed Ji Xiaoxi’s foot, and whispered something into her ear again.
"!!!"
Ji Xiaoxi looked at Zhou Wang with her innocent eyes fixed for a long time before finally turning her head away, then hesitantly stretched out her feet.
...
"Hmm~ Zhou Wang, you’re terrible!"
Accompanied by a strangely toned call, Zhou Wang suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up sharply from the bed.
Immediately, a wave of dizziness hit him, leaving Zhou Wang momentarily unaware of his whereabouts.
It wasn’t until the bright sunlight filtered through the curtain gaps that Zhou Wang, rubbing his temples, turned and found a large glass of ice water on the bedside table, gulping down half in one go, finally alleviating his parched feeling.
At this time, Zhou Wang’s consciousness finally cleared.
He looked around, realizing this was the master bedroom of a suite, and he was sitting alone on the large bed. Running his hands over the soft silk pajamas exuding a gentle fragrance, he pulled back the covers and looked down, bewildered.
Because he suddenly couldn’t recall how he had returned to the room the night before.
He only felt a strange sensation lingering in certain parts of his body.
Feeling a slightly sore waist, Zhou Wang got out of bed, looked around again, confirming he was alone in the room, then went to the living room, found a cigarette, and lit one for himself, but barely smoked it, letting the tobacco burn, trying hard to recall in the hazy smoke.