Jing Book

Jiang Xu exudes an aggressive aura, and the surrounding air seems to be mixed with ambiguity. His current posture seems to trap Zhang Jingshu, without giving Zhang Jingshu any chance to escape.

"I guess what else can you say, smooth work? Successful career? Jingshu, this is too old-fashioned, you know that's not what I want to hear."

Jiang Xu's snort was right next to Zhang Jingshu's ear, flirting obviously, but he was not in a hurry to attack. He put his hand on the back of the chair on Zhang Jingshu's shoulder, exerted his strength slowly, and coaxed in a low tone: "Would you like me again?" Think about it."

Zhang Jingshu was a little embarrassed by the temptation that was so close at hand. This kind of atmosphere couldn't help him to calm down. He managed to stabilize his mind and shook his head: "Then there is nothing to say, I will let you finish."

"How could it be? You are a teacher, and thinking of a few words can still stump you?" Jiang Xu straightened up, pretending to smile helplessly, and said, "It seems that I am not sincere enough, just wait."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, and when he came back, there was an extra cardboard box of more than ten inches in his hand. Jiang Xu carefully placed the box in the center of the table, then smiled at Zhang Jingshu, pointed to it with his chin, and signaled Zhang Jingshu to open it.

At first glance, this kind of packaging is only used for cakes and other desserts. Zhang Jingshu relaxed his nerves and got up from his seat to reach out, but he froze on the spot when he took the box away. He looked at something that seemed familiar, and the focus was blurred for a moment. The surface of this more than ten-inch cake was covered with a layer of roses on the surface of the poor-quality pink cream. It was earthy and vulgar. I am afraid that there is no store in Shencheng that dares to sell this kind of thing to smash its own signboard.

"Jingshu, do you know why I brought you here today?" Jiang Xu had already stood beside Zhang Jingshu at some point, as if he was very satisfied with this ugly thing, he put his arms around Zhang Jingshu's slightly stiff shoulders, trying to arouse Certain memories, "Remember? We still have a date, ten years late, but I still have a chance to make it up, don't I?"

Jiang Xu picked up a rose with a fork and brought it to Zhang Jingshu's mouth. Seeing that Zhang Jingshu put it into his own mouth without opening his mouth, he deliberately lowered his head and rubbed Zhang Jingshu's lips with his cream-stained lips, waiting for Zhang Jingshu to speak.

Zhang Jingshu's face was burned by Jiang Xu's breath, he woke up from the daze, turned his head slightly to avoid Jiang Xu's mouth, and seemed to be remembering something in his expression.

Jiang Xu saw Zhang Jingshu's struggle, but he didn't give Zhang Jingshu a chance to refuse at all. Tonight was his final blow. After casting the net for so long, it's time to accept it.

"Jingshu, Jingshu..." Jiang Xu turned Zhang Jingshu's face, kissed Zhang Jingshu's soft lips eagerly, and said softly, "You promised me, you promised me a long time ago."

What did he promise?

Before Zhang Jingshu could open his mouth to ask, Jiang Xu suddenly tore off Zhang Jingshu's loose bathrobe, half pushed and half hugged him, and put him directly on the bed. He pressed the whole person on it, and one hand stroked Zhang Jingshu's fair chest back and forth.

Zhang Jingshu was suppressed by Jiang Xu and couldn't move in the bed, and his mouth was also gagged. Jiang Xu seemed to want to burn the fire on him to Zhang Jingshu through a deep and intense kiss.

Perhaps it was Zhang Jingshu's obedient response from the beginning to the end that pleased Jiang Xu. He temporarily let go of the red and swollen lips of the other party, and raised his red eyes that were burning with desire to stare at Zhang Jingshu.

In the dark room, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly. Feeling Jiang Xu's focused gaze, Zhang Jingshu raised his eyes to look at the blurry black figure above. Not wanting to restrain the aroused desire, he pulled out the right hand held by Jiang Xu. , groping from the other party's undulating chest all the way to the waist, untied the tie of the bathrobe, then reached in and patted Jiang Xu's tight back.

Jiang Xu was instantly ignited by this tactful action. He lowered his head suddenly and bit Zhang Jingshu's chin to his abdomen. He took off the last covering on himself and Zhang Jingshu with a few quick strokes, and rolled over again.

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Jiang Xu, who has been abstinent for a long time, has been tossing and tossing until the early morning. After the end, he briefly wiped Zhang Jingshu's body when he fell asleep from the exhaustion, and then went into the bed contentedly with his arms in his arms.

The candles on the table had long been extinguished, and the moonlight outside the window was also covered by clouds. In the dark room, only the sound of two people’s long breathing came and went. I don’t know how long it took, a slight sound came from the bedside, and then the light of the mobile phone screen came on. , the light seemed to be struggling to move, and it took a long time before it stopped by the hot spring pool in the next room.

At four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jingshu, who was sitting slowly in the hot spring for a while, reached for the mobile phone by the pool, moved her slender fingers slightly, and broadcasted a set of numbers that she knew by heart.

After three beeps, the phone was picked up, and a gentle male voice came from the phone: "You haven't contacted me for a long time."

"Am I... safe?"

"Absolutely safe."

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