novelaction Chapter 646 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (10)
Chapter 646 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (10)
Jin Xirong's eyes were dark. He impatiently leaned down, sweeping away all of Mu Zhou's presence.
His kisses were utterly haphazard, nothing but forceful plunder.
He wanted to devour her whole.
His heart was pounding wildly from the stimulation, and he felt as if he had lost control of his body.
Everything is instinct.
He gripped the back of Mu Zhou's neck and fiercely gnawed at her soft lips.
He attempted to taint her with all her sweetness and the aroma of wine.
Until a soft lick touched his lips.
His scalp tingled instantly, and he froze on the spot.
The sensation between the lips was amplified.
She extended her small tongue and swept it over the surface little by little.
Repeatedly entangled and pulled.
Jin Xirong's drooping eyelashes trembled.
Mu Zhou's half-hearted approach was somewhat agonizing for him.
But he didn't want to stop it.
Her movements were slow, yet increasingly bold.
The next second, she grabbed his shirt and started tearing at it.
Fingertips brushed across.
Jin Xirong's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.
The boiling sensation inside my body was even more intense than before.
He subconsciously tensed his arms, gripping Mu Zhou even tighter.
He tilted his head back slightly and took a deep breath.
Mu Zhou had her nails done; the tips, studded with diamonds and other decorations, caused a noticeable stinging sensation when they brushed against her skin.
She mischievously used extra force on purpose.
Naturally, distinct red marks were left behind.
She smiled contentedly.
Jin Xirong kept her eyes slightly closed, trying her best to hide her emotions.
Yet, he still couldn't stop his chest from trembling and his muscles from tensing up.
The stinging pain deepened the ruthlessness and madness in his heart.
He gritted his teeth, raised his eyelids, and stared intently at the rampaging Mu Zhou.
I wanted to speak up and reprimand her.
But I want more.
He was conflicted and at a loss.
At this moment, Jin Xirong's eyes were tinged with desire, making her gaze even more alluring.
Mu Zhou, who was initially slightly drowsy due to the alcohol, became increasingly clear-headed under his fierce gaze.
In her eyes, Jin Xirong at this moment was like a fierce wolfhound glaring at her, silently warning her that she had better leave immediately.
They looked like they wanted to tear a piece of flesh off her.
It's delicious.
Mu Zhou ruffled his hair, praising him as if to comfort him:
"So nice."
Jin Xirong didn't dodge, but she was dissatisfied with her coaxing and stroking of her like a pet.
He closed his eyes contentedly only after Mu Zhou kissed his lips again.
The minty flavor from Jin Xirong's mouth swept over us.
She liked it very much, and a few muffled groans escaped from her throat.
This kiss was even more passionate and lingering.
So much so that when they parted, there were still faint, transparent silver threads connecting her and him.
She licked her lips, satisfied.
I'm tired, I don't want to move anymore.
After she was satisfied, she felt languid all over and just wanted to sleep.
They didn't notice at all that Jin Xirong's arm was so tense that the veins were bulging.
Her attempt to leave completely provoked Jin Xirong.
He suddenly stood up, pressed Mu Zhou down on the sofa, and kissed him again.
Mu Zhou's actions just now were like a vivid lesson for Jin Xirong.
He kissed her even more domineeringly, as if he had no teacher.
His large hand roamed freely over her shoulder, gradually sliding down.
Knead gently.
Until it reaches the hem of the skirt...
Mu Zhou closed her eyes and placed her hands on his chest.
She could feel his kisses moving downwards.
It felt like I was being electrocuted, an unbearable itch in my neck.
The dress's shoulder straps and hem were a mess, disheveled and in a terrible state.
Mu Zhou's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt like his bones were about to give way.
His fingertips hooked onto the thin lace ribbon.
So fine.
It looked as if it would snap at the slightest pressure.
Just as Jin Xirong instinctively wanted to continue, Mu Zhou suddenly gripped his fingers firmly.
Jin Xirong was unhappy about being rejected. The veins on his forehead bulged. He restrained himself and looked at her with unsatisfied desire.
His rapid breathing betrayed his ferocity at that moment.
Mu Zhou smiled, her expression both innocent and alluring, her tone slightly upturned:
"No."
She once again used her sweet and soft voice to say something that was harsh enough for Jin Xirong.
He was being driven crazy by Mu Zhou.
She was the one who seduced him, and he was dragged into this mess with her, but she wouldn't let him continue.
He was breathing heavily, a hint of malice spreading in his eyes, and he was barely holding on.
Just then, Mu Zhou grabbed his hand and slid it towards his belt.
With a "click," the belt was unbuckled.
Mu Zhou slightly raised his chin and said four words in a seductive voice:
"Do it yourself."
Jin Xirong heard a buzzing sound in her ears, as if something had been exploded.
My mind went blank for a moment...
*
Mu Zhou's breathing was also a little disordered, but he still stared at Jin Xirong at this moment.
He was still wearing that white shirt loosely, but several buttons had popped open, barely covering anything.
His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were hazy and shimmering, shrouded in lust.
While it makes you feel sorry for them, you can't help but want to tease them a little more.
At this moment, Jin Xirong seemed to be completely subservient to her.
An unusual sense of satisfaction made Mu Zhou's heart pound wildly.
It was late at night, and Mu Zhou was already asleep.
Jin Xirong silently helped her wash up, changed her into pajamas, and carried her back to her room.
He then went back to the bathroom.
The icy water soaked him through, but he felt no chill at all.
The scorching heat and boiling scalding temperature still surged forth in droves.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, feeling both annoyed and somewhat embarrassed, with a secret sense of unease.
He had never done that before.
Having grown up in the Jin family, a clan rife with perversion, he struggled just to survive and had little chance to experience what almost every man goes through.
As an adult, living in hell, all he could think about was dragging everyone down to hell, watching them suffer so that he could at least retain some semblance of life.
But today...
Jin Xirong thought back to how she had been misled by Mu Zhou and done that kind of thing...
His heart was out of control, and the tips of his ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
His breathing suddenly became heavy, and he tried to calm it down.
It took him almost an hour to come out of the bathroom.
He stopped in his tracks as he passed Mu Zhou's room.
Wet hair hung down, and a drop of water fell and hit the ground.
His eyes were deep and dark, flickering with uncertainty.
What exactly does Mu Zhou mean?
Was she deliberately teasing him while he was drunk, or...?
Jin Xirong lowered her eyes and returned to her room.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Because after returning to his room, he remembered that the familiar sweet scent of Mu Zhou was still in the blankets.
It felt as intimate as if Mu Zhou were nestled in his arms on the sofa.
He closed his eyes tightly, thinking fiercely: Tomorrow I will definitely replace all of Mu Zhou's toiletries, so that this annoying fragrance will never appear again!
*
Mu Zhou always wakes up late after a hangover.
What's more, he had a long argument with Jin Xirong last night.
When she got up, the sun was already high in the sky. She yawned as she left her room, only to find that Jin Xirong was still there.
He would usually have already left by this time.
Mu Zhou glanced at the food on the table and sat down without asking.
"morning."
She greeted him lazily, just as she always had.
Jin Xirong's heart sank.
His eyes were cold and deep.
Sure enough, what happened last night was just a prank she played on a whim after drinking.