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“Ha ha, it’s fine if you don’t let me check,” Zheng Yi continued to laugh. “I’ll just let everyone judge, ha ha, Yang Jing, you’re quite lucky!”
“Yeah!” Yang Jing exclaimed as he pulled her in from behind, wrapping his arms around her. “Like this, you really are quite lucky.”
“Ah! Let go of me, you naughty Yang Jing!” Zheng Yi panicked.
Yang Jing held her tightly, his hands wandering around her waist. “What were you going to tell everyone?”
“I was going to say… say…” Zheng Yi struggled but couldn’t break free, finally giving in. “I won’t say anything…”
“Really?” Yang Jing leaned down to smell her hair. “What guarantee do I get?”
Ye Mei chimed in, “Yang Jing, Zheng Yi and I are good friends; she’s just joking. Let her go.”
“No!” Yang Jing replied. “Sometimes people let things slip.”
Zheng Yi quickly assured Yang Jing that she would never say anything. Yang Jing said, “I think I need to help you strengthen your resolve.”
“How do you plan to strengthen it?” Zheng Yi asked anxiously.
“For example…” He bit her ear gently, causing Zheng Yi to freeze in fear that he might actually bite her. Yang Jing continued, “Ye Mei, you can see it too; the one getting cozy with me is Zheng Yi, right?”
His words made Zheng Yi’s legs feel weak. Ye Mei hurriedly laughed and tried to lighten the mood, but Yang Jing seriously began licking Zheng Yi’s ear. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she giggled while pleading, “Okay, Yang Jing, I won’t dare anymore. Please…”
It was better when she didn’t speak; once she started to plead sweetly, Yang Jing was stirred by her sultry voice. He slipped his tongue into her ear, and Zheng Yi cried out, “No… no… no…”
Ye Mei stood by helplessly as Yang Jing’s large hand explored Zheng Yi’s waist. His mouth moved from her ear to her cheek and began kissing her.
“Yang Jing… don’t…” Zheng Yi shook her head but couldn’t escape.
Yang Jing’s hand moved upward as Zheng Yi twisted her body and tried to block him with her hands. Yang Jing didn’t rush; instead, he tangled with her playfully and began teasing her small hands. In a moment of distraction, Zheng Yi let down her guard, and Yang Jing broke through her defenses completely.
Zheng Yi was wearing a short-sleeved loungewear set that served as pajamas. Once Yang Jing got a hold of her, he felt the warmth and softness of her skin and whispered in her ear, “Wow, you’re not even wearing a bra.”
As she struggled against him, the friction only made things worse. She had no choice but to stop and pitifully plead, “Please let me go… Yang Jing…”
“Turn your head,” Yang Jing instructed.
Zheng Yi turned toward him. Yang Jing lowered his head and kissed her lips. Zheng Yi frowned in disgust, fearing he would leave his greasy mark on her.
To her surprise, Yang Jing was gentle; he sweetly pecked at both of her lips before savoring them softly. He was patient as he traced the edges of Zheng Yi’s lips with his mouth. Realizing that Yang Jing wasn’t as repulsive as she had imagined, she opened her eyes slightly and found him looking back at her with warmth in his gaze. In a moment of confusion, she parted her lips slightly, allowing Yang Jing’s tongue to slip easily between them. It teased playfully while his fingers danced like bees on the tips of her budding breasts. The sensual stimulation overwhelmed Zheng Yi until she could no longer resist; she offered her tongue for him to suck on and let out muffled sounds of pleasure.
Ye Mei found herself in an awkward situation; standing there was uncomfortable and sitting wasn’t any better. She couldn’t think of a way to stop Yang Jing and could only watch anxiously from the side until she heard Zheng Yi make a sound of pleasure, shifting from worry to surprise.
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