Chapter 1762 - 722: Coin Toss (2)

Chapter 1762: Chapter 722: Coin Toss (2)

The air suddenly fell silent.

"How could he... be so accurate?"

In that moment, Jiang Qingkui, while her cheeks flushed with color, couldn’t help but have this thought flash through her mind.

Even though, should Zhou Wang miss, Jiang Qingkui might not mind him skirting the rules a bit, Zhou Wang’s first throw directly landed the coin in such an... embarrassing position, making Jiang Qingkui inevitably suspect whether he was pretending to be a fool to catch a tiger.

But for Zhou Wang himself, he was quite surprised.

He was confident that the coin would most likely land on Jiang Qingkui, but... his aim was actually at Jiang Qingkui’s leg.

After all, there were only a few usable spots, and to increase the hit rate, Zhou Wang certainly wouldn’t directly aim at Jiang Qingkui’s lips or chest. Comparatively, Qingkui’s rounded, plump honeyed thighs were much easier to hit, and if luck was through the roof, directly hitting the "ultimate prize" wasn’t impossible either...

This result caught Zhou Wang off guard.

"Sister Qingkui, what do you say?"

Zhou Wang made no effort to hide the longing in his eyes as he asked with a playful smile.

"Of course... I admit defeat." Qingkui took a deep breath, suddenly sat up, and then pointed to the other end of the sofa, "Zhou Wang, you lie down."

"Okay."

Zhou Wang didn’t hesitate, lying down immediately, and without needing Jiang Qingkui to remind him, he quickly stripped off the various barriers on his body.

Jiang Qingkui watched Zhou Wang’s swift movements, secretly cursed under her breath, but her heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

Just like Zhou Wang never had a chance to really appreciate her, she had also never openly ogled Zhou Wang before.

From their past interactions, Jiang Qingkui knew Zhou Wang had a good physique... but she hadn’t expected it to be this good.

His chest was full and square, not exaggeratedly bulging like typical muscle men, but displayed clear muscle definition within proportion, his sculpted abs seemed like a sculpture, with distinct V-lines slanting downwards like two sharp engravings, irresistibly drawing Jiang Qingkui’s gaze towards...

Luckily, Jiang Qingkui had always been "aloof," enabling her to conceal her inner disarray at this moment; she could even chuckle lightly, commenting as if in evaluation:

"Zhou Wang, your talent is really enviable."

Jiang Qingkui knew Zhou Wang exercised every day, but in her impression, Zhou Wang’s workout volume wasn’t large, let alone he was not abstinent from smoking and drinking.

Whereas God knows how much sweat and effort Jiang Qingkui had put in to maintain that slim waist and pert derrière...

"You are also quietly remarkable, deeply hidden... sister."

Zhou Wang looked at the grandeur amplified by Jiang Qingkui’s proximity, usually invisible but now clear that she was as powerful as Shen Yutong, and responded.

This call of "sister" made Jiang Qingkui blush a little more, but she restrained herself, leaned over imposing.

The first substantial physical contact of the night between the two made goosebumps rise instantly upon skin contact, but both cunningly didn’t show it.

Jiang Qingkui looked down at Zhou Wang, her hair hanging low, conveniently shielding the blush in the shadow, as she maintained a teasing expression:

"So, young brother Zhou, how would you like me to proceed?"

"You know very well, why ask me?" Zhou Wang snorted, "Did you forget the time you left your laptop in my car? Tsk tsk, Sister Qingkui’s ’experience’ is truly breathtaking..."

Recalling this incident, Jiang Qingkui was suddenly at a loss.

That was on an ordinary night, after reporting work inside the car, Jiang Qingkui rushed out hastily and left her personal computer in Zhou Wang’s car.

Of course, Zhou Wang wasn’t someone who would casually browse others’ privacy... but if it’s for work, that’s a different matter.

Then Zhou Wang stumbled upon Jiang Qingkui’s folder named "Study Materials" with fifty or sixty gigabytes of video content...

Zhou Wang was amused for several days, as he never expected Jiang Qingkui, a scholar, would also engage in such self-deceptive acts, naming such a folder "Study Materials," what’s the difference from a sleazy self?

However, the contents really broadened Zhou Wang’s horizons.

Jiang Qingkui’s range was wide, not limited to girl-on-girl; judging by the dates, she later got into quite a bit of mainstream films, though some might not be that mainstream...

The leather-clad, whip-wielding protagonist was certainly a type Zhou Wang hadn’t seen before.

"You... shut up!"

Feeling embarrassed, Jiang Qingkui could only softly hiss, leaning down directly to seal Zhou Wang’s lips in the warmest way.

Sizzle!

Perhaps as a form of retaliation or further asserting control, Jiang Qingkui applied extra force.

And Zhou Wang was drowning in the initiative and fervor of Jiang Qingkui, until when unable to breathe, he suddenly felt something was off and abruptly opened his eyes, meeting Jiang Qingkui’s exceptionally bright gaze.

What the hell... she didn’t close her eyes again!

And this time Zhou Wang was sure, Jiang Qingkui wasn’t drunk.

She was just appreciating his look of submission.

Zhou Wang felt somewhat embarrassed and was about to counterattack when Jiang Qingkui suddenly chuckled lightly, slipping away from Zhou Wang’s lips before whispering in his ear, "Are you ready, silly brother?"

Zhou Wang didn’t even have time to ask "Ready for what" when Jiang Qingkui was already pressing tightly against him, starting to slowly slide downward inch by inch.

Zhou Wang took a sharp intake of breath.

This was when the ingenuity of Jiang Qingkui’s innerwear showed itself.

Originally with the lace fabric barrier, it shouldn’t have felt that intense.

But due to the distinct vertical slit design, along with the shifts in temperature and emotional urges, certain spots were exceptionally pronounced.

The small slit perfectly offered a break-through space, poetically expressed by ancient folks as... "one little red apricot comes out of the wall."

This definitely put Zhou Wang in a pickle.

How could he withstand such assault?

Initially intending to utter a few words of teasing, but under this uncontrolled friction, he suddenly went blank-eyed, instantly losing the ability to form sentences, only able to tilt his head like an idiot, "Aba Aba."

... but actually it wasn’t just Zhou Wang who was in trouble.

In fact, Jiang Qingkui’s sensations might be ten times stronger than Zhou Wang’s.

Jiang Qingkui exerted all her effort to restrain herself, trying not to emit those utterly airwave-unfriendly nasal sounds.

Her body trembled, almost falling off Zhou Wang in the first second.

But Jiang Qingkui believed she couldn’t show weakness at this time, so she persisted in fulfilling the bet between the two.

Then... they both embraced a silence almost as enduring as a century.

The air became extremely still, but aside from the sound of lace fabric friction, if one listened carefully, there were also sounds of deliberately restrained heavy breathing, and light hums reminiscent of a cat’s cry yet seemingly illusory.

"..."

It’s unclear how long passed until one moment Jiang Qingkui suddenly halted.

She froze there, her limbs slightly trembling, seemingly lost in thought but delaying any further actions.

Zhou Wang was just about to fully take off when he noticed Jiang Qingkui stopping at the critical moment, unable to help but raise his head and ask confusedly: "... Qingkui? Are you alright?"

Jiang Qingkui hung her head, a long time without replying.

Roughly after several dozen seconds, Jiang Qingkui slightly lifted her head, her hanging long hair obscuring half of her face, making it hard for Zhou Wang to discern her expression, only able to see those eyes seemingly burning with a certain flame... frighteningly bright.

"Zhou Wang..."

Her voice was hoarse, as if even burned.

"Hmm?"

"Want me."

She whispered.

"Ah, what did you say?"

Zhou Wang was unsure whether he heard wrong.

"Want me, now."

"Uh, but didn’t you say I should make a wish first and then..."

"When did you, Mr. Zhou, start being a respectable gentleman keeping promises?"

Jiang Qingkui chuckled softly, "Did I misjudge you, or... are you not up to it?"

Her gaze swept downward, such a provocative gesture.

"What, say it again?!"

"You, not, up to it?"

"... Crap."

Zhou Wang, like a fierce wolf, suddenly flipped up, in Jiang Qingkui’s inexplicable low laughter, forcefully overthrowing her.