Chapter 1760 - 721: A Little Reservation_2

Chapter 1760: Chapter 721: A Little Reservation_2

Zhou Wang quietly put away his phone, then took a deep breath and turned to look.

High heels, black stockings, and then... nothing else could be seen.

Jiang Qingkui had changed into a thicker coat, covering her waist with her hand, the coat wrapped around her tall and graceful figure tightly, even more conservative than the professional suit before.

"?"

Zhou Wang immediately expressed his discontent, "No, aren’t you cheating?"

"How did I cheat?"

Jiang Qingkui, rearranging her hair and letting it cascade down, seemed to be in a good mood, and just asked with a smile.

"Doesn’t this go against the wish I expressed?"

Zhou Wang muttered, "How did I speak to you earlier?"

"Hmm, you said... you’ve never really appreciated my unreserved appearance, you hoped I could be more ’transparent’, but it would be even better if I kept the high heels and stockings."

Jiang Qingkui tilted her head and thought for a moment, bearing somewhat of a youthful demeanor, "Did I remember incorrectly?"

"Cough cough... that’s about right."

Zhou Wang covered his embarrassment, then immediately questioned, "In any case, it’s definitely not like what you are wearing now. You tell me, isn’t this considered cheating?"

"Hmm, I indeed didn’t follow your request entirely."

Jiang Qingkui smiled faintly, "Zhou Wang, you have to understand that I’m not a true J-girl. I do have some feelings of shame, so I hope you can understand that under your request, I did hold back a little."

"This is more than a small hold—"

Zhou Wang was about to indignantly accuse her, but his voice suddenly stopped.

Because Jiang Qingkui had undone the coat’s buttons, and the coat that hadn’t been fully worn quickly slid down from her straight shoulders, scattering on the ground.

Zhou Wang’s eyes widened instantly, even swallowing his saliva uncontrollably.

How to describe the scene in front of him?

Above, the Lalique crystal chandelier created through lost-wax casting, as the night deepened, automatically projected a goose yellow light, and at this moment, Jiang Qingkui, having shed her coat, stood right in the center of that halo.

The light was like a dark golden curtain hanging low, and she stood there, in the depths of the goose-yellow light—

Not being illuminated, but with the light bending humbly inch by inch for her.

The light first touched her neckline, smooth and tender, emitting a radiant glow like tofu, extending from Jiang Qingkui’s neck a black slender silk ribbon.

The ribbon hung down vertically, then diagonally stretched on each side from above her chest like branches growing vertically, forming an inverted triangular area on each side, just enough to cover the crucial areas.

But this was no ordinary underlayer.

Aside from keywords like lace, hollow-out, semi-transparent, what stunned Zhou Wang the most... was the cheeky vertical slit in the middle of the inverted triangle.

Yes, right in that spot.

This was no longer a tease, no longer holding back words, this was sheer raw X tension.

Further down was the smooth waist barely visibly defined by vestigial lines, until abruptly following the hip bone revealing a breathtaking curve, light flowing along this curve, leaving honey-like sticky traces on her skin.

But this exaggerated curve was wrapped by a horizontal ribbon, followed by butterfly lace patches the size of a palm... Zhou Wang was most mesmerized, the lightweight material despite seeming too delicate also had a larger slit.

Hmm, imagine the shape of a butterfly, with its wings spread revealing the triangular-like void beneath, coinciding with the shape this slit presented.

Then there were the slender high heels and black thigh-high socks Qingkui specifically preserved upon Zhou Wang’s request.

Zhou Wang breathed heavily, unable to utter a word for several minutes, standing there like an idiot, watching from head to toe, then... from toe to head, again from head to toe.

During this process, Jiang Qingkui stood quietly allowing Zhou Wang to appreciate.

She nevertheless avoided Zhou Wang’s overly passionate gaze, slightly lowered her head, casting shadows below her chin resting in the hollow of her collarbones, cradling a small pool of warm darkness.

"So, are you satisfied, my... Little President Zhou?"

After who knows how long, Jiang Qingkui finally lifted her chin; she didn’t appear particularly shy, even with a teasing smile at the corner of her mouth.

But if Zhou Wang were attentive, he’d notice Jiang Qingkui’s face and neck were already showing an unnatural blush.

Of course... Zhou Wang was too engrossed to notice such details, only losing himself entirely in Jiang Qingkui’s one teasing "Little President Zhou," nodding foolishly.

"Satisfied, I’m damn satisfied!"

Zhou Wang truly struggled to find the right words to describe his feelings, resorting to exclaiming a curse.

So the "little hold" Jiang Qingkui referred to meant... the reservation was perfectly timed.

Previously, Zhou Wang felt somewhat regretful, despite having several intimate encounters with Jiang Qingkui, they were all merely scratching the surface, and most importantly, he never had the chance to wholly appreciate Jiang Qingkui’s beauty.

But today, the wish was truly fulfilled.

In the best lighting, the best angle, under no veils, he witnessed it.

Moreover, not only that; Jiang Qingkui thoughtfully dressed up for him, this unusual layering... could only be described with a word: "exquisite."

"Since this is the case, is it regarded I fulfilled your first wish?"

Jiang Qingkui asked with a smile.

"Of course."

"That’s good."

Receiving Zhou Wang’s affirmative reply, Jiang Qingkui turned and walked away from the living room.

Zhou Wang watched helplessly as that moon danced away with only ribbons that couldn’t cover it, raising his hand several times, ultimately letting it down in regret.

He wanted to stop Jiang Qingkui, feeling he hadn’t appreciated enough, yet it seemed somewhat excessive, considering his wish didn’t stipulate a time limit, and she had stood here for three minutes; he had no reason to stop Jiang Qingkui from changing her clothes back.

Just as Zhou Wang was contemplating this, the muffled sound of high heels on the carpet became clear again. Zhou Wang lifted his head in shock, seeing Jiang Qingkui returning.

She neither changed into other clothes nor picked up the coat on the ground, merely holding two glasses of red wine.

"Shouldn’t we celebrate this excellent beginning?"

Jiang Qingkui walked in front of Zhou Wang, a heady fragrance wafting, her unique pinewood scent instantly enveloping Zhou Wang’s senses.

Seeing Jiang Qingkui with no intention of changing, Zhou Wang’s spirit suddenly perked; he accepted the wine glass and clinked with Jiang Qingkui.

Jiang Qingkui sipped the red wine, then put her glass down, casually sitting on the sofa.

She... indeed had no intention of ending yet.

"Cough, Qingkui, are you cold, shall I turn up the heater?"

Seeing Jiang Qingkui composedly, seemingly indistinguishably behaving as usual, no difference visible even without wearing her usual professional suit, Zhou Wang felt oddly embarrassed, resorting to clutching at straws.

Jiang Qingkui stared at Zhou Wang, suddenly laughed lightly, leaned back against the sofa, arms crossing her chest, facing Zhou Wang with her legs crossed, in the midst of light and shadow transformed briefly into a breathtaking sight, captivating Zhou Wang’s gaze.

"Zhou Wang, are you certain... you want to continue wasting time?"

Jiang Qingkui slightly raised her chin, her eyes full of provocation, "Or have you forgotten the most primitive method humans have to keep warm?"

Gosh!

This time Zhou Wang couldn’t hold back, about to transform into a ravenous wolf before Jiang Qingkui’s red-bottom black-edged high heel stopped his abdominal advance.

"Wait."

"What’s wrong again?"

"The trial opportunity has ended, haven’t you forgotten, if you want anything more, you need to make a wish first..."

Jiang Qingkui gestured with her chin towards the scattered gift box on the table, where three coins silently glistened.

Zhou Wang promptly grabbed a coin from the table, placed it in Jiang Qingkui’s hand, looking at her intently, "Alright, I wish, I... want you!"

"Then I have to consider it first."

At this moment, Jiang Qingkui released her hands and feet covering herself, half-reclining on the sofa, propping an elbow against her forehead, glancing up at Zhou Wang from below, gently biting her lips, and smilingly asking:

"What... part of me do you want?"