Liu Zhizhong's embrace was broad and sturdy, full of resilience. Zhang Yue Xing's delicate body shuddered instantly, her whole body trembled, and her heart began to race.
Especially that faint scent of tobacco mixed with the smell of toiletries, combined with the aroma of lamb and alcohol, created a rich fragrance that made Zhang Yue Xing's face flush with heat.
A woman nearing forty, still tender at heart, with girlish whims, was now held in the arms of a twenty-eight-year-old man. How could she possibly feel at ease?
Moreover, as a woman of the Yangzhou Zhang Family, she had always been proud and never really paid much attention to Liu Zhizhong, even looking down on him completely.
But now, here she was in his arms, which felt almost like an insult to her dignity, something she couldn't accept!
For a moment, she felt an unbearable shyness and didn't want to struggle, giving up after a few token efforts.
This embrace, so full of security, made her feel not so afraid anymore.
The thunder roared by her ear, and the room was pitch black; she felt sheltered, and it was very comforting.
Liu Zhizhong was thrilled.
This Master of Extinction with her slim waist and shapely buttocks, her body so fragrant in his arms, felt so soft and boneless, it was simply too delightful.
He silently thanked the devilish weather – its timing was just perfect!
That's how it is in Highland summers. Otherwise, why would there be so many geological disasters?
Even now, he thought of Zhang Hongyang. What would you think, you damned man, if you saw me holding your little aunt?
Ha ha, the sense of victory over an enemy intensified.
The Zhang Family women, ah, that's right, absolutely none should be spared; all should be held in my embrace, hee hee...
For quite some time, the thunder continued to boom outside, and lightning illuminated the room sporadically, plunging it back into darkness afterward.
On the bed, Liu Zhizhong held Zhang Yuxing, letting her burrow into his arms, feeling utterly comfortable.
When there was no thunder, the room was very quiet, and it seemed like they could hear each other's heartbeat.
When it thundered, Zhang Yuxing clutched his solid waist tightly, as if she couldn't bear not to burrow into his body.
But the two were face to face; when Liu Zhizhong's face leaned in, resting against her fragrant head, and his chest felt her lips, he could also feel her breasts against him, soft yet resilient, which made him quite uncomfortable.
At some point, Liu Zhizhong could no longer control his state, and a certain Little Zhizhong raised its head with urgency.
This contact, through the fabric, against Zhang Yuxing's lower abdomen, felt... incredibly exhilarating to Liu Zhizhong.
Zhang Yuxing was stunned and even more shy. It felt like a burning stick, its heat making her mind buzz in confusion.
Helplessly embarrassed, she instinctively reached out to push it away, finding it intensely hot, "You lecher, what are you thinking?"
Zhang Yuxing struggled with embarrassment, her hand quickly withdrawing.
Liu Zhizhong's heart fluttered with pleasure from the touch.
But he sighed helplessly in the dark, saying pitifully, "Secretary Zhang, do you think I want to be ? This is beyond my control, okay? You're so beautiful and alluring, and at such close quarters, of course I'd react naturally, and it won't listen to reason. I am a normal man, not a eunuch, right?"
"You...you're so eloquent. I can't outtalk you... I'd really like to castrate you!"
Zhang Yuxing felt helpless because Liu Zhizhong was speaking the truth, after all. Sigh!
Who knew Liu Zhizhong would say with utmost seriousness, "Right, cut it off! It must be cut off! Here, I'll take it out, and you can take a knife and start cutting..."
As he spoke, he reached for his zipper.
"Ah!!" Zhang Yuxing, sensing his move, screamed, "Don't, please don't... You shameless man, you must not!"
She grabbed his hand, her nails almost digging into his skin.
Liu Zhizhong, feeling the pain, gave up and embraced her again, "Fine, so you're not cutting it. Let's just stay . You're afraid of the thunderstorm, I'll hold you. Shall we sleep now?"
"Um..." Zhang Yuxing nodded gently in response, her heart racing wildly!
After all, at that moment, Liu Zhizhong's passionate touch was still up against her lower abdomen, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Of course, she also knew Liu Zhizhong was an outstanding fighter, almost too powerful.
At this point, if he wanted anything, she was far too delicate to resist and would be easily subdued by him.
So, Zhang Yuxing could only stay obediently in his arms, undergoing the baptism of masculine scent, not daring to provoke Liu Zhizhong.
She only hoped this little rascal would restrain himself a bit, or else the night would be grueling. The source of this content ɪs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Still, Zhang Yuxing threatened, "Just keep it , don't try anything, or you'll find yourself in a lot of trouble!"
Liu Zhizhong chuckled, saying, "Okay, okay, I get it. Even the head of the Public Security Department is docile around you. How could I dare do anything frivolous? Right?"
"Don't bring him up, let's sleep!"
Before long, Zhang Yuxing fell into a drowsy sleep.
Liu Zhizhong, holding the Master of Extinction in his arms, was too excited to quench the fire burning within him.
It took a long time, but he eventually fell asleep holding her.
However, the thunderstorm in the town that night was so intense that it lasted without a break. The power that had gone out had not been restored, and by midnight the room had become bitterly cold.
Zhang Yuxing and Liu Zhizhong both awoke from the cold, hugging each other and shivering.
The heat in Liu Zhizhong had long since faded; now, cold as he was, even pulling the blanket over both of them, he was struggling.
"My goodness... Secretary Zhang, it's so cold... It's just past midnight, and the coldest time hasn't even come yet. What are we going to do?"
"I...I don't know what to do?" Zhang Yuxing's teeth chattered as she spoke, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Maybe...we should do something to get the blood circulating faster, something that generates heat to ward off the cold."
Liu Zhizhong's thoughts began to stir, and he blurted out his idea, his heart warming up a bit.
"Ah? What kind of thing?"
"Like... kissing, touching each other, or..."