Song Zhiyu guided Ji Wuyin's hand and controlled the direction of the force very well.
The round balls streaked across the green surface, like chess pieces connected in a line on a chessboard.
Ji Wuyin clung to Song Zhiyu, and she could feel his strong muscle lines every time he moved.
With one retraction and one pull, it rises and falls, and the target is in vain.
After playing the sixth ball, Ji Wuyin spoke: "Let Zhou's batch of medical supplies go."
"Ha." Song Zhiyu's voice vibrated in his chest, "Zhizhi, I gave you a chance."
Without stopping, he quickly adjusted his position and pocketed the seventh ball.
"You refused to step down when there were steps. Now that I have taken away the steps, you are unhappy again."
The last ball slid along the trajectory. Ji Wuyin stared at it, the breath in his ears tickling, but the hair on his back stood up.
"Zhizhi, I hate other people's deception and betrayal most in my life."
But she happened to have both, more than once.
The steady, low and continuous "rustling" sound suddenly stopped.
"You lost." Song Zhiyu raised his eyes and glanced at the numbers on the scoreboard.
Ji Wuyin's heart sank, and the pressure on her body disappeared in vain.
Song Zhiyu let go of her.
"Don't..." Ji Wuyin hooked his sleeve with her backhand. Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows in surprise and lowered his eyes to see her rare anxious look.
There is a pure white button embedded in his cuffs, and Ji Wuyin's soft fingertips rest on it. The slender fingers, fair skin is almost transparent, the nails are neatly trimmed, and the light pink color bleeds out from the inside. There is a different kind of submissiveness in her current expression.
"I was wrong." Ji Wuyin took his tie with his other hand and wrapped it around his fingertips, one white and one black. Song Zhiyu's Adam's apple rolled down and he looked away.
Ji Wuyin's eyes flashed with cunning, and she deliberately approached him, kissed his chin like a kitten, and softened her voice, "You threatened me with Huihui, and I didn't dare to resist, so I could only find someone else." method."
The tone was quite aggrieved, and Song Zhiyu was amused. When she said this, she became his, didn't she?
But he didn't expose her either, after all, there were only a handful of times when he could see her so docile.
Ji Wuyin observed Song Zhiyu's expression carefully and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he saw that his eyes were still not on her.
Just as she was about to continue her efforts, Song Zhiyu's hand hanging by her side suddenly wrapped around her waist.
She was unprepared and pulled off his cufflinks with her fingertips.
Pure white cufflinks fell to the floor, adding a touch of bright color to the dark carpet.
The dark green table above was also dyed light beige.
Ji Wuyin's back was pressed against the table, there was a hard edge on her lower back, and her beige sweater was folded into her hips.
She was like a crescent moon, completely covered by dark clouds.
"So? What are you going to do now?" Song Zhiyu shaved the side of her face. It was soft, smooth and delicate like a mellow and warm cake. "I'm in a good mood, maybe I will agree to your terms."
His fingertips traced her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, the corners of her lips, and finally landed on her neck, where the jugular vein was slightly raised.
The blood is hidden under the thin skin, and when you raise your hand to touch it, you can feel the beating life.
Ji Wuyin let the big hand pinch his neck, wrapped his fingertips twice, and pulled the person in front of him.
She stretched out her hand to hook him, and covered him with her red lips.
His breathing was heavy, and his hands tightened on her neck and waist.
The closed billiard room was filled with subtle and ambiguous sounds.
The body temperature was rising. Ji Wuyin's hands moved down inch by inch from his thin waist and abdomen. As her breaths intertwined, she asked vaguely: "What do you want?"
Song Zhiyu didn't answer. His Adam's apple rolled, the veins on his forehead were visible, and there was a strong sense of invasion in his eyes as he lowered his eyes to look at her.
Ji Wuyin's eyes were wet from the kiss and the tip of his nose was red.
The toes that were half hanging in the air lightly rubbed against his calf, her hands rested on his body, and then she smiled suddenly, with boundless charm.
"Want me." She answered for him.
