Wang Li had already fallen asleep, snoring loudly in waves that could be heard in the living room.
Ignoring him, Zhou Chengjing walked towards the sofa.
The moonlight wasn’t particularly strong tonight, and the room was so dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Zhou Chengjing approached the sofa and squinted to make out the figure sleeping on it.
The sofa was small and cramped. Su Man was curled up, legs tucked in, barely fitting on the edge of the sofa. One more move, and she would fall off.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Su Man muttered in her sleep, and the next second, she rolled off the sofa and onto the floor.
Quick on his feet, Zhou Chengjing caught her.
He couldn’t understand: What did she see in that man? Clumsy, selfish, and a failure?
But soon, Zhou Chengjing stopped pondering these questions.
Su Man was in his arms.
Though half of her body was still on the sofa, her breath, softness, and fragrance all transmitted to Zhou Chengjing, making him unable to suppress his imagination, causing him to feel feverish.
Unable to control himself, he reached out and touched her fair cheek.
Just as he imagined, it was smooth, tender, and elastic. He couldn’t help himself; his fingers moved over her skin, caressing and pressing.
Disturbed by his actions, Su Man grabbed his hand unhappily, trapping it against her chest, where her full mounds lay.
Even though she hadn’t removed her bra, the sensation was unaffected, soft as if she were in the clouds.
Driven by instinct, Zhou Chengjing’s fingers tightened, squeezing, and his breath quickened.
He was aroused.
Due to the position, even if Zhou Chengjing was so aroused that his trousers were about to burst, Su Man wouldn’t feel it. But he wanted her to know, even if it was in her dreams.
Gently, he pushed Su Man back onto the sofa, sitting up slightly—
Avoiding any inappropriate contact, Zhou Chengjing leaned against her waist.
Can you see it? My mind and body are fascinated by you.
In the stillness of the night, with only the sound of snoring in his ears, Zhou Chengjing’s silent declaration of love naturally received no response. But…
Su Man, feeling uncomfortable, shifted and grabbed his crotch.
“Ah…”
Caught off guard, Zhou Chengjing sucked in a breath, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Su Man seemed curious about what she had grabbed. Her delicate, boneless hand continued to knead, bringing Zhou Chengjing even more pleasure than when he pleasured himself. He stiffened his body, allowing her to play with him.
Zhou Chengjing’s moral compass wasn’t very high, and he was greedy. Soon, he wanted more.
He tentatively reached out to touch Su Man’s chest again. She didn’t resist, responding with vague murmurs, “Mmm…”
The pressure of that hand increased, slipping under her collar, squeezing into her bra to find her n!!pples, circling and rubbing them until they became erect.
Su Man shifted from lying on her side to lying flat, and Zhou Chengjing pressed down on top of her, taking her n!!pple into his mouth and delicately stroking her waist. She moaned softly in her dreams, her gentle sounds stirring Zhou Chengjing’s desires.
His hand moved downward, slipping into her soft sleeping pants, lingering between her legs for a while before pushing aside her underwear to feel her already moist flower.
He wasn’t too aggressive, patiently massaging her, wanting her to get even wetter before his fingers invaded.
But the sensation of stimulating her clitris was incredibly intense. Su Man’s body trembled as soon as she was touched, and a large amount of arousal flowed out.
At the same time,
“Mmm… Ahh…”
Su Man softly moaned, half-awake, opening her eyes drowsily.
In a half-dream state, she felt someone on top of her and subconsciously said, “You’re so heavy, get up a bit…”
Zhou Chengjing remained silent, not moving immediately.
Su Man pushed him with her hand, urging him in a soft voice, “Honey?”