"first?"
In the darkness, a man's deep voice sounded in Zhou Zhijing's ears.
Perhaps due to lust, the man's voice was different from usual, and seemed to sound a little better.
Zhou Zhijing had been getting along with Chen Jingshan for three months, and she planned to take their relationship to a new level and confirm her identity as Chen Jingshan's girlfriend.
She deliberately wore a white skirt that covered her hips. When they met, Chen Jingshan's eyes stayed on her legs for a few seconds.
She guessed he would like it.
It's just that this man's self-control is too strong. Ordinary methods will not allow him to break the principles he adheres to.
So, she used some tricks, took his room card, made sufficient preparations, and waited.
The moment he comes in, sneak up from behind and prohibit him from turning on the light.
Darkness can strip away a man's disguised reserve.
Zhou Zhijing hugged his neck, took the initiative to find the man's lips, and kissed him, deliberately trembling and acting nervous.
Just a slight hum.
The man's hand on her waist became tighter and tighter.
Zhou Zhijing was stunned by the subtle chuckle.
In her impression, Chen Jingshan would not be so rude. If he refused, he should have refused the moment he was hugged by her when he came in.
While she was dazed, a familiar voice came through the door, calling an unfamiliar name.
"Zong Ci."
Zhou Zhijing felt cold all over.
Zongci? Who is Zong Ci?
She subconsciously wanted to push away the person on her body.
The man seemed to anticipate her actions and did not give her a chance to escape.
The momentum is overwhelming.
Accompanied by the man's answer, "Hello, I am Chen Jingshan's nephew, Chen Zongci."
Chen Zongci.
These words flashed through Zhou Zhijing's blank mind. She had heard of them a week ago.
He is Chen Jingshan's nephew. He returned to the United States and wanted to inherit the huge family business.
Chen Jingshan: "You forgot to take your mobile phone, so grandma called you twice."
"Zong Ci, are you there?"
No one answered.
In the room, there were only two people breathing, as if they were responding to the inquiries of people outside the door.
Zhou Zhijing's whole body was tense with nervousness.
She struggled wildly, trying to be as calm as possible, trying hard to make her voice sound normal, "I...I am Chen Jingshan..."
The voice behind changed its tone.
She immediately bit her lip, not wanting to make any sound.
The plan went off track, which made Zhou Zhijing extremely frightened and panicked.
The darkness became an unsettling unknown.
The man reminded her in her ear: "Chen Jingshan has the room card in his hand."
"Asshole." She squeezed out these two words through her teeth. He must have done it on purpose.
How could there be such a bastard!
Her eyes were hot, and the feelings that came over her made her feel ashamed.
She wants to kill someone.
She seemed to hear the door lock turning and saw a ray of light shining in.
A quick cry escaped from her lips and teeth.
The footsteps outside the door stopped.
With a click, the door closed again.
…
Zhou Zhijing felt like he was dehydrated, and the numbness on his body had not dissipated.
The man pulled away from her.
The light above came on in response.
She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes, leaving only a crack exposed to look at the man.
His eyes fell on the man's waist, which was lean and without any extra fat.
The texture lines on his back are extremely smooth. They rise and fall with his movements, and his wildness is hidden under the muscles.
There are a few pink scratch marks left by her on the shoulder blades.
Very ambiguous.
It inevitably reminded her of herself who was like mud a few minutes ago. She took a breath and quickly looked away to calm down.
The man took his pants and put them on, stood in front of the cabinet, lit a post-event cigarette, then turned around and faced Zhou Zhijing on the bed.
Through the smoke, Zhou Zhijing could see the face clearly, and she subconsciously clenched the quilt tightly.
The man's dark pupils were cold and without any warmth. The smooth and resolute outlines are still stained with lust that has not yet dissipated, and the slightly upward eyes show his cruelty and ruthlessness.
Her thin lips were extremely red at this time, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, and she was puffing away leisurely without any guilt or remorse.
That gaze was like a vine stretching up from the ground, entangling her little by little, crawling all over her body, reaching the top of her head, as if it wanted to swallow her completely.
Zhou Zhijing barely found his voice and said, "I want to call the police."
