Tick tock! Tick tock!
There was a very subtle sound of an unknown liquid flowing, constantly echoing at the foot of the bed.
In the slightly warm air, an indescribable strange smell lingered, which most people would find repulsive, but according to unscientific statistics, some men and women might even favor this smell.
Heavy breathing like a bellows emerged from Zhou Wang’s mouth.
The handcuffs with a very solid texture had somehow already fallen onto the carpet, along with many other miscellaneous things, black and white, long and short, a complete mess.
Disheveled, Zhou Wang leaned against the bedhead, his face heavy, brows furrowed, looking deeply troubled.
After a long time, when his breathing calmed somewhat, Zhou Wang wiped sweat from his forehead, then fished out a cigarette from the pocket of his pants nearby, lit it, and took a deep drag.
... He was not clean anymore.
At this point, it had been 1 hour, 29 minutes, and 56 seconds since Zhou Wang entered Qi Jiayi’s bedroom, time approaching 9 o’clock.
"Ugh, don’t like the smell of smoke..."
Lazily lying to the side, half-covered by a quilt, Qi Jiayi softly pushed at Zhou Wang, but considering her pupils were still dispersed, this was more of an unconscious grunt.
Her large expanse of glistening snow-white back skin, besides the sweat not yet dried, was covered with dense red marks, which made Zhou Wang involuntarily reflect on whether he had been too rough just now.
Yet he quickly shook his head resolutely.
This was definitely not his fault because, throughout the process, he was entirely passive, compared to Qi Jiayi’s frenzy; he was just a shivering little lamb.
The important thing is this woman is never satisfied, if not for exhaustion, maybe even Twice couldn’t resolve it.
"Hey, Xingxing!"
After regaining some strength, Zhou Wang patted the most protruding part of the quilt.
Although inexplicably counter-attacked by Qi Jiayi, leading to a peculiar experience hard to evaluate, Zhou Wang had not forgotten his original intention. Today he intended to delve into and discuss personnel issues with Qi Jiayi.
Initially, Qi Jiayi didn’t move, seemingly worn out. As Zhou Wang increased the shaking intensity, she finally drowsily turned her head.
"Have you rested enough? If so, we can..."
Zhou Wang hadn’t gotten the word "talk" out yet, when he saw Qi Jiayi’s gaze fixed firmly on his abs.
Her pretty face flushed rapidly, then uncontrollably licked her red lips, and by the time Zhou Wang realized, it was too late.
"Enough, enough!"
Qi Jiayi nodded vigorously while fiercely pouncing on Zhou Wang again.
Again?
That’s really not what I meant!
Zhou Wang for the first time experienced a sense of helplessness typically reserved for women.
"Damn, don’t bite indiscriminately... Ugh!"
...
The clock on the wall slowly pointed to 9:30.
Terrible, too terrible.
Powerlessly collapsed on the large bed, Zhou Wang felt this was more exhausting than working out.
Actually, to be honest, his physical strength was surely better than Qi Jiayi’s, but he had a misconception of being unequal.
Is this the power of "addiction"?
On the bed was Zhou Wang alone, seemingly finally satisfied, Qi Jiayi had gone for a shower; one could faintly hear the rushing water from the bathroom and an indistinct singing voice...
Clearly showing Qi Jiayi’s joyful mood.
Two hours passed, but Zhou Wang didn’t have the chance to properly talk to Qi Jiayi. Currently, it seems the original intention to "deeply communicate" with Qi Jiayi is only half accomplished.
The clinging Qi Jiayi wasn’t in a state where communication was impossible; just she seemed unwilling to waste time on other matters.
Throughout the process, Qi Jiayi did speak to Zhou Wang, but either to stimulate him or to spur him... None of it being words that could be broadcasted.
In the midst of idle thoughts, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but close his eyes in a daze.
He was truly too tired.
...
When Zhou Wang opened his eyes again, the time was approaching 12 o’clock.
Ultimately, in an unfamiliar environment, Zhou Wang had not slept too soundly, even feeling a bit annoyed... With such reckless abandon, he had not yet figured out Qi Jiayi’s temper, yet still managed to fall asleep.
The room was quiet; the original chandelier was off, leaving only a dim bedside lamp illuminated.
Zhou Wang looked around; Qi Jiayi was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom, and the water sound from the bathroom had long ceased.
Zhou Wang took off the woolen sweater torn by Qi Jiayi, bare arms as he got out of bed and headed to the living room outside.
The living room was lit, yet Zhou Wang still didn’t see Qi Jiayi, and at this moment, following a "click," the lights in the living room too were extinguished, followed by a flurry of rustling sounds from behind.
Zhou Wang turned his head and saw a blurry white figure appear in the corridor, eerily facing him.
Not to mention, in this dim setting, Qi Jiayi appeared quite frightening like a ghost.
"You’re awake."
Qi Jiayi gently spoke, her voice carrying a hint of hoarseness.
"Are you okay?"
Zhou Wang couldn’t figure out what Qi Jiayi was up to, so he asked tentatively.
"What do you say?"
Qi Jiayi began to slowly walk toward Zhou Wang, simultaneously speaking wistfully, "My purity was tarnished by you, my most immoral side seen by you. Everything was designed by you, wasn’t it, and I just fell into your trap, right?"