Quick Wear: Pampering Your Lover

As if he heard something the other party said, Xin Wu's originally impatient expression became solemn, and the hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.

"I'll be right there." Finally, he hung up the phone, breathing rapidly.

Xin Wu picked up Mingzhen by the waist, opened a lounge, and put him on the bed.

Looking at her blushing cheeks, he couldn't help but place a kiss on them. He covered her with the quilt, adjusted the room temperature, left a note of explanation, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Yizhuo is in college and will definitely not come here tonight, so it is very safe here and no one can come in without his consent.

But unfortunately, reality does not develop according to his ideas, and unexpected things always happen.

......

Jiang Yizhuo has been in a bad mood recently.

The reason, of course, was the scene he saw that morning.

That day, he got up and did morning exercises as usual. It was an ordinary day, but he unexpectedly saw a figure.

He didn't know why he had to hide, but he subconsciously retreated to the corner of the stairs and watched Zhong Yumi walk out of Mingzhen's room like a guilty thief, his clothes wrinkled. He looked around before quickly leaving the dormitory building.

What happened?

He didn't dare to think too much and just stood there waiting until Mingzhen came out in her training clothes. There was a worry on her face that she had never seen on other days, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

I don’t know if it’s because she’s trapped in love, but it’s obvious that she’s not that resistant to Zhong Yumi.

Jiang Yizhuo left in a daze.

It was the first time they met on the day of the assessment, so how could it turn out like this?

Unable to figure it out, he forced himself to immerse himself in training. Until today, when he saw Zhong Yumi with an even more dazed look, he realized that the relationship between the two might not be what he imagined.

So he finally plucked up the courage to look for Mingzhen again.

No matter what, he had to fight for a chance for himself. There were many hungry wolves lurking around, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

But she was not there, and coincidentally, Xin Wu was not there either.

Did she go out with him on her back?

He was depressed about his missed opportunity and couldn't sleep, so he drove to Yexing. As soon as he opened the door, he realized that something was wrong with the box.

There were wine and wine glasses on the table, which were obviously used by someone, not to mention a familiar small coat on the sofa.

Jiang Yizhuo's expression suddenly turned cold, and he almost instantly activated the "Eavesdropping" ability.

It was not until he heard a soft breathing sound in the rest room reserved for Xin Wu that he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood at the door and knocked on it. "Zhenzhen?"

The door opened quickly, but what Jiang Yizhuo didn't expect was that Mingzhen was obviously not okay. He quickly turned his face away and closed his eyes.

But the scene just now was deeply imprinted in his mind.

She stood there staggeringly, her apricot-colored halter dress wrinkled from sleeping, one strap hanging loosely down, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. He could almost see a hint of pink.

The long black hair behind his neck spread out around his body, and the dark color around him made his skin look even whiter. The silver-white light shining on his soft body seemed to be glowing.

The pair of moist eyes covered with mist were blurry and dazed, but reflected his figure clearly.

"You, you're here..." The girl's soft and tender voice sounded, and her legs softened and she fell forward.

Jiang Yizhuo subconsciously caught her, but after catching her, he stayed where he was and dared not move.

She was so soft, pressed so tightly against his chest, that almost instantly his body reacted to the girl he liked.

"Zhenzhen, you are drunk." Jiang Yizhuo said in a tense and cold voice that sounded a little hoarse.

He raised his hand to hold Mingzhen's shoulder and push the person away.

The man who was said to be drunk leaned over, dodged his hand, and raised his wrist to wrap around the man's waist, "Huh? Are you drunk? No, I, I can still drink. Stop moving, tree, let me lean on you..."

Jiang Yizhuo was originally holding her loosely, but she was so soft and fragrant. A few strands of soft hair covered his chest and arms, with the sweetness unique to a young girl.

So he tightened his arms inch by inch, making the girl completely dependent on him. He put his hands around her slender waist and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Okay, I won't move."

Their skin touched each other through the thin cloth, their temperatures intertwined. Jiang Yizhuo's slightly higher body temperature was just the right comfort on the cool night.

Mingzhen held him obediently for more than ten seconds, and then one of her hands restlessly reached into his shirt. While he was still not reacting, she opened her red lips and bit his chest.

"Hmm...Zhenzhen, be good and let go. I'll take you to rest, okay?"

Jiang's body trembled because of the sudden pain. He groaned, and his handsome cheeks flushed slightly. He stroked the back of the girl's head with one hand and coaxed her softly.

There was a conflict between his conscience and his desires in his mind.

One voice advised him to be a gentleman, but another voice immediately interrupted the previous voice and bewitched him.

[Aren't you worried about not finding the right opportunity? This is the perfect opportunity, a match made in heaven for you and her!]

[If you missed this opportunity, do you think she will like you, a dull person?]

[Have you forgotten Zhong Yumi? If he keeps pestering Zhenzhen, given her personality, she'll probably soften quickly, right? What will you do then?]

[......]

"Shut up!"

He lowered his eyes and looked at Zhenzhen, who was teasing him in a drunken state without knowing anything. His bony knuckles lifted her chin.

Her eyes, filled with spring water, reflected her own figure again.

"Zhenzhen, do you know what you are doing?"

"I know! I like...I like my brother..." She muttered unconsciously.

Jiang Yizhuo sighed, kissed her gently on the corner of her lips, picked her up by the waist, carried her into his own private lounge, and put her on the bed.

He touched the girl's flushed cheek, took a deep breath, and was about to leave.

How could Mingzhen let the duck in her mouth fly away again? She took his large, hot palm, placed it on the side of her face, and rubbed it, like a cat lazily basking in the afternoon sun.

Thick and long eyelashes brushed across his palm, and the itchiness instantly spread to his heart.

Her calves unconsciously hooked around the man's strong waist. She was naive, innocent, and seemed to have no idea what such an action meant.

"Brother... hug me." Her voice was very soft, like a wind chime that moved Jiang Yizhuo's heartbeat.

He thought she must sound very nice when she cried.

His throat, which had been extremely dry from the beginning, felt itchy. His strong self-control collapsed in this situation, and he finally bent down.

The wet and hot licking and kissing brought some comfort after getting used to it. Mingzhen responded lazily, his slightly drunken mind a little hazy.

Deep night.

She cried, and it really sounded beautiful.

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