Zhou Wang put down the ice-cold Coke in his hand and beckoned her over.
Knowing full well that it was the whisper of a demon, Jiang Qingkui’s body stiffened, yet she couldn’t resist walking over. She bent slightly, allowing Zhou Wang to bring his lips close to her ear and whisper something softly.
Jiang Qingkui’s ears flushed crimson instantly. She opened her mouth several times but found herself at a loss for words.
Zhou Wang just smiled at her and said, "Is this okay now? Don’t worry, I’m just curious and want to watch. Just pretend I’m not here."
Who knows how long it took, but Jiang Qingkui, biting her lip, finally nodded slightly.
Night, 11:45 PM, still Zhou Wang’s master bedroom.
Jiang Qingkui knew that Zhou Wang’s custom-made bed was worth over two million, but as she lay on it now, she was in no mood to truly appreciate how soft and comfortable the bed was.
She... just felt her mind buzzing, in a daze, as if having no idea what she was doing.
She didn’t even know how she agreed to Zhou Wang. Never in her life did she think she would do something so shameful in front of a man.
But Jiang Qingkui being Jiang Qingkui, she didn’t have the typical coyness that many women possess. Once she realized she couldn’t figure out her psychological state, she simply stopped caring.
Since she agreed, she would just do it to get it over with and then be free.
Jiang Qingkui took one last look at Zhou Wang, who was sitting at the end of the bed on a stool, and couldn’t help feeling a wave of annoyance.
Zhou Wang, are you really here to watch a performance?
Ignore him, ignore him...
Murmuring to herself a few times, Jiang Qingkui took a deep breath and finally prepared herself. She took off her coat, unfastened the buttons on her white shirt, and then pulled a thin cover over herself, concealing everything but her neck.
After some "rustling" noises, with a graceful flick of her hand, an Hermes high-end skirt was thrown out from under the cover.
Then Jiang Qingkui fell silent, though there were slight movements visible underneath the cover.
Zhou Wang took a sip of Coke, leisurely waiting for a bit until he finally heard what he wanted to hear—
Despite Jiang Qingkui’s efforts to control it, her breathing began to grow heavier.
When Zhou Wang looked over, her expression had already become quite intriguing. Her eyes were half-shut, a hint of redness slowly creeping up from her neck, while her delicate brows were furrowed together. Occasionally, when Jiang Qingkui opened her eyes, there was a noticeable lack of focus in her pupils.
She seemed to truly be getting into it.
As time passed, Jiang Qingkui’s expression grew more conflicted, and faint songs began to escape her throat, subtle yet echoing in the quiet room.
Zhou Wang finally couldn’t stay seated. He placed his glass down and stood up, moving to the bedside to take in Jiang Qingkui’s appearance from up close.
Jiang Qingkui kept her promise; up close, Zhou Wang was sure she wasn’t acting but was genuinely performing solo.
A bit of fine sweat trickled down her smooth forehead. Zhou Wang wasn’t sure if girls fantasized about specific scenes during this time, but he could see that her movements under the cover were growing more pronounced.
Her body twisted into an unusual posture, and if not for the gentleman’s agreement, Zhou Wang would have wanted to pull the cover back and take a look.
Jiang Qingkui became increasingly engrossed, her expression more pained, and her song more resounding.
At a certain moment, perhaps having reached a certain point, the gasping Jiang Qingkui finally paused briefly. She unconsciously opened her eyes and made eye contact with Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang had never seen such a tender gaze from Jiang Qingkui, full of countless unspoken words, longing, and helplessness.
She gazed at Zhou Wang, and two soft nasal sounds floated from her throat.
Zhou Wang didn’t actually catch what she said, but he felt he understood what she wanted.
Already swept up in the intoxicating atmosphere, Zhou Wang could no longer concern himself with any agreement...
As a man, who could resist at such a moment?
He slowly lowered his body, moving inch by inch closer to Jiang Qingkui.
During this process, Jiang Qingkui’s eyes flashed panic, even a brief shiver, but though she opened her mouth several times, in the end, she said nothing.
I already gave you a chance, Sister Qingkui...
Zhou Wang hesitated no longer, lunging forward.
Zhou Wang finally tasted the sweet spring water, as he had wished.
Mmm... a worldly delight.