She had just woken up, her whole body in a lazy and relaxed state, her voice soft and coquettish, calling out an affectionate nickname that would normally be invigorating— but it wasn’t what Zhou Chengjing wanted to hear, at least not now.
He deliberately stopped restraining himself, his fingertips eagerly squeezing into her vagina, then leaning into Su Man’s ear in a soul-stirring and affectionate manner, calling her too: “Linda…”
Su Man froze, startled awake by this unfamiliar voice.
Linda?
She remembered, tonight, someone had stayed over at her house.
I’m not Linda.
Su Man opened her mouth to shout, but her mouth was promptly covered by a large palm. Zhou Chengjing didn’t want to get off her yet, saying, “Quiet, you sound terrible.”
His invasive actions continued, his fingers switching to two, freely thrusting in and out of her wet and soft passage.
Her body was very sensitive, just reacting in her sleep, let alone now. The more she struggled, the more intense the friction below, the more her arousal increased, the more her juices flowed out, wetting Zhou Chengjing’s palm and Su Man’s panties.
“Why are you so horny today?”
Zhou Chengjing bit Su Man’s earlobe, blurting out obscenities.
She felt humiliated, dare not struggle again, yet unwilling to surrender like this, angry and desperate, trembling in frustration: “Uh, uh, uh…”
Let me go, you bastard!
“Your boobs are so big.”
Zhou Chengjing sincerely complimented.
If this continued, he would lose control. He let go of the hand covering her mouth, relaxed the body pressing down on Su Man’s arm, seized the opportunity, and finally reached out and touched her mounds again.
The next moment, slap—
Zhou Chengjing’s face was slapped sideways, all his movements stopped, and the air froze for a few seconds.
Su Man didn’t know he had deliberately let go, thinking it was just a coincidence that she found this gap. Without stopping for a moment, she shouted for help loudly: “Help! Wang Li…”
Unfortunately, her mouth had been covered for too long, all her emotions stuck in her throat, and because of the excitement, she didn’t shout out the first throaty sound.
The word “Wang Li” came out later, but it wasn’t very powerful, just normal volume, easily drowned out by Wang Li’s snoring.
What, a person who wouldn’t even wake up in a thunderstorm, clearly it’s him!
Su Man felt even more desperate.
But the hand that was expected to keep her immobilized didn’t come back again. Zhou Chengjing propped himself up on the couch, his voice sounding a bit more sober: “Miss Su?”
He seemed a bit confused: “What are you doing here?”
Su Man, seeing that he could communicate, was surprisingly relieved: “This is my house, you’ve got the wrong person.”
“Hmm?”
Zhou Chengjing quickly realized, slightly embarrassed: “Sorry, I was a bit drunk.”
He pulled out his finger that was inserted into Su Man’s vagina, subconsciously wiped away the sticky fluids, pulled up her pants, and neatly adjusted, with a calm and composed attitude, showing no signs of panic.
When it came time to adjust her disheveled bra, Su Man, who had regained her senses, slapped his hand away: “Don’t touch me.”
Zhou Chengjing: “…Sorry.”
He sat quietly in the corner of the couch, waiting for Su Man to finish fixing her clothes. When she looked over, he asked, “Could you get me some tissue? Your… fluids…”
Were too much.
He seemed to realize it was an inappropriate thing to say once it left his mouth, and he corrected himself halfway: “My hands are a bit sticky.”
But in reality, there wasn’t much difference. That half-sentence was enough for Su Man to understand.
She blushed in embarrassment: “Shut up!”
“Oh.”
Zhou Chengjing smirked like a rogue, satisfied, and casually wiped his expensive trousers.
No one spoke anymore, the atmosphere was awkward, with the victim of the attempted assault and the perpetrator who realized midway through sharing the same room.
Finally, it was the person awaiting judgment in silence who broke the deadlock: “Should I go wake up Wang Li?”