Resignation! I dumped the abstinent president and returned to the rich club

Ji Zihan: “…”

"hug……"

She shook her arm at him again, her voice unintentionally coquettish.

Her eyes, intoxicated by alcohol, were wet, like the first rain in early autumn; her red lips were bright and juicy, revealing a charming charm.

His throat moved silently, and he bent over and picked her up sideways.

Contentedly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed his chin with the tip of her nose.

In her eyes, it was nothing more than falling into an illusory dream. The Ji Zihan in front of her was both him and not him.

It was more like she had fabricated it from memory, a perfect stand-in dressed in Ji Zihan's skin.

The weather was slightly chilly, and the autumn rain began to fall without warning. Fine raindrops drifted in the wind and penetrated into Song Yuning's neck as she was covered with a coat.

She squinted her eyes in confusion, shrank her neck, felt a little cold, and snuggled into Ji Zihan's arms again.

"It's raining."

Ji Zihan moved his throat and lowered his head to speak to her.

Fortunately, the taxi did not go far and was still within the city, but it was some distance away from the villa and the company.

Ji Zihan looked up and happened to see the signboard of the newly opened five-star hotel in the city hidden in the thin rain and mist.

Without hesitation, I headed in that direction...

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The small yellow lamp at the bedside was turned on, and Ji Zihan gently put down the hot woman in his arms.

The rain was not heavy, but fine and dense. Song Yuning's hair and his coat were dotted with raindrops, exuding a charming damp feeling.

Song Yuning's face was flushed, her long eyelashes were slightly closed, and her delicate face looked unusually obedient and beautiful under the warm light and shadow.

Ji Zihan leaned over, supporting himself with one hand above her, and was reluctant to move.

His eyes roamed over every inch of her face, and he couldn't get enough of it.

The moment she fell into the soft bed, the stickiness on her neck seemed to make her feel a little uncomfortable and she moaned softly.

The drunk woman had a bit more mature charm, and the mature scent she exuded was like a hook, as if leading him step by step into a bottomless trap.

The room was very quiet, with only the rising and falling breathing of the two people. The smell of alcohol intertwined with two completely different aromas, and different emotions slowly heated up.

She raised her eyelashes slightly, and as the shadows gathered, she saw the man's face, which was so clear that it was almost real, which made her confused and surprised for a second.

Then he hummed to himself, "How... it's getting more and more real..."

She loosened her hands around the man's neck and pinched his face.

Then he uttered a sentence that made Ji Zihan speechless.

"How shameless..."

Ji Zihan: “…”

He leaned down towards her, staring into her blurry and moist eyes, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Who said he was thick-skinned?"

"You... um..."

The woman was about to open her mouth to retort, but her words were silenced by cold lips.

The moment their lips touched, Ji Zihan's heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

Everything seemed so unreal as if it were a dream, and the veiny hand holding the woman's wrist was trembling slightly.

I didn't even dare to use too much force, for fear that the phantom would be shattered by accident.

The woman hooked her long legs around his muscular waist, instinctively craving his closeness and responding skillfully, as if she had rehearsed this scene many times and it was finally coming in handy.

The tip of the tongue easily penetrated, and the warm and softness entangled and collided freely in the mouth. Song Yuning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heartbeat gradually got out of control.

The dream was so real that she felt suffocated and dizzy, and her body softened several degrees.

Ji Zihan's attack gradually turned from restrained and gentle at first to fierce. He put his arms through her slender waist and tightly clamped it, and his tongue swept through her mouth, as if he wanted to break the bones of the woman under him and enter her stomach.

Their hot breaths intertwined, Song Yuning pushed him away breathlessly, but Ji Zihan held her lips tightly and refused to let go.

After a moment, he took it in his mouth again with such force that it rubbed Song Yuning's lips sore that she moaned in pain.

The man's back suddenly tightened and became more and more uncontrollable. She was kissed to exhaustion and her body became soft like a ball of cotton.

The rough knuckles moved up along the ankle, and the coolness of the fingertips caused tremors.

Outside the window, the night was dark and the rain was getting heavier. Drops of rain hit the window, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

The room was filled with scorching hot air and overflowing warmth.

Eyes as clear as autumn water met narrow eyes as deep as the sea, and suddenly raging waves rose up, and a surging tsunami was coming.