The moment they touched, it was as if a thunderclap exploded in Jiang Qingkui’s mind, leaving her consciousness completely blank.
Jiang Qingkui remembered a long time ago, probably one day during high school when she had some free time, she suddenly wanted to be lazy and borrowed the romance novel her deskmate was reading to take home and flip through.
The plot of the story was boring. In Jiang Qingkui’s view, it was full of illogical and pretentious elements, but some of the descriptions of intimate contact between the male and female protagonists left a deep impression on her.
The author wrote those sections with remarkable skill, and Jiang Qingkui was engrossed, but she always thought it was just using an exaggerated and magical method to depict a girl’s feelings.
Until this moment, when she herself became someone in the story, Jiang Qingkui finally understood...
Those descriptions weren’t exaggerated at all.
From a physical standpoint, a kiss was just the meaningless entanglement of two people’s muscle tissue, yet at this moment, countless sparks erupted, reaching deep into her nerves and making her soul tremble.
The interesting thing was, since Jiang Qingkui already had some difficulty breathing, her lips were slightly parted.
This led to what should have been a gentle kiss being forcefully pushed open by Zhou Wang from the very start, capturing the unguarded core.
A chaotic entanglement.
Zhou Wang probably also overlooked the possibility that Jiang Qingkui might not have much experience, with no step-by-step progression, jumping straight into a stormy whirlwind.
Jiang Qingkui’s thoughts drifted in the sky. One hand reached out unconsciously, wrapped around Zhou Wang’s neck, and even exerted a slight force, trying to pull Zhou Wang deeper.
Was this how wonderful a kiss could feel?
And let’s not forget, the action with Jiang Qingkui’s other hand never actually stopped...
The main reason she couldn’t refuse Zhou Wang approaching was that the musician’s inspiration had reached its peak, about to explode into a perfect passage.
And with Zhou Wang’s kiss, it would indubitably make everything more perfect.
This was a new sensation Jiang Qingkui had never experienced before.
When Zhou Wang felt a slight pain as Jiang Qingkui grabbed his scalp, he realized something and gently released Jiang Qingkui, immediately pulling away the thin blanket covering her.
With a greedy gaze, Zhou Wang looked at the scenery beneath the thin blanket.
The white shirt was in disarray, half of the buttons had flown away, revealing breathtaking beauty between the gaps.
Jiang Qingkui’s body was arched like a yoga pose, with ripped black pantyhose hugging her perfectly shaped legs, frozen into a piece of art in that instant.
It was unclear how long had passed before Jiang Qingkui’s thoughts gradually regained a hint of clarity.
And Zhou Wang had already climbed onto the bed, holding her tightly in his arms.
Both hands were quite restless.
Jiang Qingkui looked up at Zhou Wang’s profile, her expression extremely complex, just like her feelings.
Shame, anger, grievance, confusion, bewilderment... most of them were negative emotions, but one couldn’t deny there was also an inexplicable thrill, among other things.
She was supposed to express her anger, but when Jiang Qingkui spoke, it still carried a hint of inexplicable teasing:
"Zhou Wang, are you very pleased with yourself now?"
Successfully pulling Sister Qingkui into his arms and feeling her astonishing suppleness, Zhou Wang did feel a bit smug.
But hearing Jiang Qingkui’s question, he couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Jiang Qingkui was Jiang Qingkui. She didn’t directly accuse him of breaking the agreement because she clearly knew she wasn’t entirely resolute herself.
"Not really. Actually, you should be grateful to me, shouldn’t you, Sister Qingkui?"
Communication between smart people is much simpler, so Zhou Wang got straight to the point.
Jiang Qingkui fell silent, yet couldn’t deny it.
From a certain perspective, Zhou Wang wasn’t twisting the facts.
Because she knew that in those few minutes, she had no resistance against Zhou Wang...
Which meant that if Zhou Wang wanted, she might have muddled her way into losing the most important thing.
But Zhou Wang didn’t actually break her boundaries in the end.
Though now, with them , she’d almost been completely explored by Zhou Wang, things were still very off.
"I... I’m going back to my room."
Accepting that Zhou Wang had taken advantage for a moment, Jiang Qingkui began to struggle.
But Zhou Wang had been waiting for her for so long. How could he let her go at this point? With a gentle exertion, Jiang Qingkui fell back down again.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Jiang Qingkui propped herself up against Zhou Wang’s chest, angrily staring at him.
He wouldn’t actually want...
There was no way she would agree to that!
Jiang Qingkui was very clear on this point.
However, Zhou Wang just leaned in and whispered something.
Jiang Qingkui’s ears turned red instantly, "No way, you’re dreaming!"
"Then don’t leave; let’s just hold each other and sleep until dawn."
Zhou Wang began acting shamelessly.
Jiang Qingkui’s expression changed unpredictably. She glanced at Zhou Wang again, then lowered her head.
Zhou Wang couldn’t see her expression clearly. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qingkui relaxed slightly, and upon sensing this, Zhou Wang’s spirits lifted.
Moments later, Jiang Qingkui finally lay down, biting her lip, and raised a beautifully black-stockinged leg.