Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 142 The Survivor Who Plays with Fire and Gets Burned

The buzzing sound from the air conditioner vent suddenly became clearly audible, and Liu Haocun only managed to steady himself by pressing his lower back against the cold entryway cabinet.

Jiang Qing leaned against the wall behind her with one hand. The ticking of his watch's second hand, mixed with the hot breath he exhaled, made her ears burn.

"Now you know you're afraid?"

He smiled and gently brushed the note off her nose with his thumb, the movement as light as dusting.

Does this girl really think he's made of clay?
Liu Haocun sneered, his neck stiff, but his hand, hanging by his side, secretly gripped the entryway cabinet behind him.

"Dr. Jiang, what do you want to do? I..."

Before the last note could be finished, she was suddenly lifted up around the waist.

Her gasp caught in her throat, and her slippers fell to the carpet with a "thud".

Jiang Qing turned around and walked into the house, gently placing her on the edge of the dining table. The coolness of the glass seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, causing her to shiver slightly.

He slowly unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, revealing the red marks on his chest from Zhou Ye's scratch the day before.

"Aren't you always looking to provoke others?"

Liu Haocun's fingertips dug into the edge of the table, his gaze falling on the red mark before quickly shifting away as if it were burning him.

She lightly kicked his knee, tilting her head back and glaring at him.

"Don't pretend to be fierce, I don't believe you!"

Before she could finish speaking, the world suddenly spun around her, and when she came to her senses, she found herself pressed into the sofa cushions.

The cool air from the air conditioner vent, carrying Jiang Qing's breath, brushed against her neck, and Liu Haocun felt that his back was already wet.

She forced herself to poke his chest with her index finger.

"If you get any closer, I'll scream for sex."

He spoke with a fierce tone but lacked substance, yet his voice trailed off, like a bloated cotton candy.

Jiang Qing grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head, while using her other hand to brush away the strands of hair that were stuck to her lips.

Your phone is vibrating.

As he spoke, the tip of his nose brushed against her collarbone, causing her to suddenly curl her toes.

"None of your business. Hmm~"

His defiant words were abruptly cut off by a falling lip, and Liu Haocun's wide eyes reflected the shimmering light of the living room chandelier.

how come!
Jiang Qing wasn't like this last time!
How could he be so bold!
The girl was momentarily stunned, her mind completely blank, utterly confused as to how things were unfolding in a way that was so different from what she had imagined.

Shouldn't she have boasted to him a few times, then gone up and kissed him to make a lasting impression, before gracefully leaving him standing there bewildered?

What went wrong?
At this moment, Liu Haocun felt the force on her lips gradually deepen from tentative to intense. Her fingers, which were gripping the sofa cover, slowly loosened, and her dangling legs unconsciously twisted.

This guy was acting like a complete idiot last time!
How come you're so skilled this time!
Gradually, her mind became a mess, and she started to feel confused under Jiang Qing's guidance.

Her eyes widened suddenly as she felt the hem of her shirt being lifted, and a cool breeze rushed in, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

The moment he was completely under control, Liu Haocun's eyes became unfocused.

In a moment, she saw the blurry face before her and finally regained a sliver of her senses.

Things seem to be getting worse!
Soon, she was completely dominated by her instincts and only knew how to keep pleasing them.

The roar of a night plane swept past the window. As Jiang Qing stepped back half an inch, she instinctively looked up at the warmth.

This action stunned both of them. Liu Haocun's cheeks instantly burned, and he raised his elbow to push the other person.

"late."

Jiang Qing chuckled and held the back of her neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind her ear.

Liu Haocun's strength suddenly dissipated, his fingertips resting lightly on his waist, letting him gently bite his lower lip.

Let him be, I can't do anything about it anyway.

She thought to herself in despair.

The elevator's arrival "ding" suddenly rang out in the corridor, startling Liu Haocun, who shrank back in surprise.

Jiang Qing gently lifted her onto his lap, supporting her lower back with his hands and pressing his forehead against hers.

"It's not too late to run now."

Liu Haocun clutched the front of his wrinkled shirt, the scent of shower gel mingling with the aroma of his own strawberry-scented lip balm.

The sound of a cleaner pushing a cart passed by echoed down the corridor, the wheels making a dull thud as they rolled over the carpet. Suddenly, she hooked her arm around Jiang Qing's neck and pulled him down.

Jiang Qing's pupils contracted slightly; this girl was even bolder than he had imagined.

Taking advantage of this position, Liu Haocun leaned close to his ear and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"Dr. Jiang's heart is beating so fast."

His trembling breath betrayed his feigned composure, and his palms, which were wrapped around her neck, were already sweaty.

Jiang Qing smiled slightly and helped her stand up. Liu Haocun hurriedly hugged his neck tightly.

Soon, she was placed on the soft cushions on the bay window. The night breeze blew the gauze curtains and brushed against her calves, causing her to instinctively curl up.

"Final warning."

Jiang Qing bent his knee to press down on her wobbling ankle, suppressing the restlessness in his body as he issued his final ultimatum.

Liu Haocun gazed at his eyelashes, which were so close to his face, and gently blinked his seemingly innocent doe-like eyes.

It turns out he only has three tricks up his sleeve, and he almost fooled her just now.

The girl chuckled to herself and continued to provoke him.

"Dr. Jiang talks a lot. Don't worry, I won't tell Yezi."

The unfinished words vanished in the sudden kiss that enveloped her, and her fingers, which were gripping the edge of the bay window, were enveloped by Jiang Qing's large hand.

An even more intense offensive followed in an instant.

A ship's horn sounded in the distance, and moonlight rippled through the intertwined shadows.

Liu Haocun was dazed, wondering which lipstick to wear tomorrow to cover his swollen lips, but this thought was quickly swept up in an even stronger wave of thought.

At that moment, she finally realized that she seemed to have gone too far.

Today's developments were somewhat unexpected for her, but so what?
Even if you get the person first, it's never too late to win their heart later!
Since things have come to this, just enjoy it to the fullest!
Her heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silence when Jiang Qing suddenly grabbed her lower back and pressed her down.

Liu Haocun gasped and fell into his arms. Then his ankle was grabbed and straightened, while his other hand stroked the back of her neck.

As she struggled, the hem of her short T-shirt flipped up, revealing her fair and flat stomach, but she raised her chin in a defiant manner.

"Dr. Jiang is very knowledgeable. Xiao Ye shouldn't know this much. Did Professor Meng teach you? I..."

Before she could finish speaking, the girl suddenly felt dizzy and, when she came to her senses, she was pressed down on the sofa again.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths."

A low, husky voice mingled with the night wind and entered my ears.

Liu Haocun suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him down. As their noses collided, she bit his lower lip. "So what? At least I..."

The unfinished words were crushed, and Jiang Qing's hand on her waist suddenly tightened.

The red lights of a night flight swept across the balcony, casting tangled shadows that flickered against the wall.

Liu Haocun sank into the sofa cushions and bounced back up, leaning his upper body backward. The cushions he kicked off haphazardly knocked over the water glasses on the coffee table.

She glanced at the windowsill, her fingers, which were hooked around the back of Jiang Qing's neck, suddenly tightened, and she mumbled something indistinctly amidst her increasingly heavy breathing.

"curtain."

"Do not care!"

As Jiang Qing sat up, the air currents stirred the gauze curtains, and moonlight flowed in like flowing water.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liu Haocun flipped over and straddled him, placing her bare feet on his curled-up knees. The hem of her short skirt bunched up at the base of his thighs, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

A small wad of pink fabric was still hanging from her ankle.

The girl leaned down and pinched his earlobe, chuckling softly.

"Dr. Jiang has good stamina."

The unspoken provocation was abruptly shattered by the sudden, deep thrust, and she hurriedly braced herself against his chest.

Strands of hair clung to the skin of the two people pressed together, shimmering with tiny silver light.

As the bedside clock ticked past 02:47 in green light, Liu Haocun's curled toes brushed against the sofa armrest.

She reached for the phone that had rolled away, but her wrist was grabbed and she was forced back into place.

Jiang Qing buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing his face against her equally sweaty skin.

"Check messages?"

He leaned close to her ear and asked indistinctly.

Liu Haocun bent his knee and nudged his waist, his voice languid.

"Take a picture for Yezi."

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch, and her clenched fist slammed onto the sofa with a dull thud.

"Jiang Qing, you bastard!"

A sudden night breeze lifted the gauze curtain, obscuring the intertwined figures, and the moonlight flickered between the folds of the fabric.

It wasn't until Jiang Qing pinned him against the windowsill from behind that Liu Haocun finally understood why he hadn't closed the curtains.

"Jiang Qing! You were faking it all along?"

The girl leaned against the windowsill and turned around, her originally soft voice now a bit hoarse.

At this moment, her face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes were dreamy, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and her long, damp hair clung to her face. Her originally innocent face exuded an astonishing allure.

"That's not important."

Jiang Qing leaned down and whispered in her ear, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"It's important."

He lowered his voice, his tone sharp and insincere.

"You're great, I like you very much."

As he spoke, he subtly exerted his strength again.

"Aren't you tired?"

Liu Haocun leaned against the windowsill with all his might, tilting his long neck high, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

How long has it been!
Isn't Jiang Qing a tech guy?

Such good physical fitness?
Jiang Qing looked down at the girl, his gaze taking in her thin, cicada-wing-like back, her sharply defined shoulder blades, her slender waist, and her peach-like buttocks that cascaded down from her waist.

As expected of someone who trains in dance, her figure is impeccable.

He subconsciously compared her to Sister Meng and felt that Sister Meng's figure was more harmonious overall, and she was also more compatible with him.

And this girl, just like her often-appearing little expressions, is full of energy; despite being less capable, she always tries to take the initiative.

Very cheeky.

Hearing the girl's words, he couldn't help but smile, and chuckled as he held her smooth waist.

"Do you think my daily exercise routine of ten years has been a waste of time?"

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Don't have any stereotypes about my profession."

"Slowly!"

Liu Haocun couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

She felt like she was surfing in the ocean, bobbing up and down on the crest of the wave.

Jiang Qing's occasional slaps seemed to have a magical power, each one making her feel as if she might sink into the sea at any moment!

What she found most difficult to talk about was that she was both afraid and looking forward to it!
"Hey! What are you up to now?"

The girl nearly lost her grip on the windowsill and turned around in terror.

This time she was truly panicked!
"Don't be afraid."

Jiang Qing gently stroked her smooth back, a mischievous smile on his face.

"I...I don't need it anymore, please stop!"

The girl hurriedly shook her head, trying to resist, but Jiang Qing grabbed her arms behind her back without saying a word and pulled her back sharply.

"Don't!"

She felt like her back was probably broken, but luckily she had a background in dance!

Don't worry, you'll like it.

Jiang Qing's eyes reddened, and she lost all her usual rationality, her eyes flashing with a strange light.

Strange sensations accumulated exponentially, surging up wave after wave like a raging tsunami, utterly destroying Liu Haocun's remaining consciousness with overwhelming force.

Her mind was completely blank at that moment, and she cooperated entirely on instinct.

"Jiang Qing, I... I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

"Hold on tight!"

"You bastard!"

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The night is getting darker.

(End of this chapter)