Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

Upon hearing his voice, Zhang Cuiting could no longer hold back; her shoulders trembled slightly, and she began to sob softly.

She sniffled and choked up as she said, "After my interview today, the boss immediately put me on a trial basis... When it was time to leave work, he said he had a client and wanted me to go have dinner with them."

"I thought it was my first day at work and I didn't want to leave a bad impression on my boss, so I went along."

"The people at the dinner table kept pouring me drinks, and I only managed to drink a little because there were so many of them, but I couldn't keep up."

Her voice was filled with grievance: "I felt like I was about to reach my limit, so I quickly left the table to go home, but the boss followed me out."

"They say I'm already this old, and all I'm good-looking about is this kind of social drinking and entertaining work, what else can I do..."

At this point, Zhang Cuiting's sobs grew louder: "He even told me to go back and keep drinking, or he told me to get out."

"I couldn't stand it anymore, so I forced myself to endure the nausea and took a taxi back."

After saying that, she buried her face in her arms, leaned on the edge of the sofa, and cried uncontrollably.

Cheng Zhe listened without showing any expression.

He was silent for a moment, then stepped forward, bent down, and picked Zhang Cuiting up in his arms.

He placed her directly on the sofa, his voice low and gentle: "You'll catch a cold sitting on the floor."

Zhang Cuiting was in a daze at the moment and was taken aback by his sudden action.

Her body instinctively made her reach out and hug his neck tightly, her cheek inadvertently pressing against his chest.

Cheng Zhe intended to let go of her after settling her down on the sofa, giving her some space to calm down.

But Zhang Cuiting's arms were like two taut ropes, tightly encircling him, refusing to loosen their grip even slightly.

He paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head, trying to comfort him.

But as soon as they looked up, the distance between them instantly increased to the extreme, nose to nose, their breaths mingling, with only a finger's width between them.

Cheng Zhe looked into Zhang Cuiting's eyes, waiting for her to speak.

Zhang Cuiting was completely drunk at this moment. She wanted to vent and tear everything apart.

The thought of rebelling in an extreme way grew wildly in my heart.

Looking at Cheng Zhe's face so close to hers, she suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Cheng, do you want it?"

It was a short, straightforward invitation, without any unnecessary embellishment.

Cheng Zhe's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instantly understood the meaning behind her words.

Cheng Zhe stared intently at her, and saw no hint of joking in her eyes, only a resolute seriousness.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Cuiting leaned forward and pressed her warm red lips against mine, which smelled of alcohol. Their lingering tongues were filled with unsatisfied expressions.

After an unknown amount of time, the two separated slightly. Zhang Cuiting pressed her forehead against his and said in a hoarse voice, "I have three conditions. I will only agree if you agree to them."

Cheng Zhe said in a low voice, "You go ahead."

"First, we absolutely cannot let Ya Ya know."

"Secondly, let's treat today's events as a dream, and when we wake up tomorrow, let's pretend nothing happened."

"Third, you can't take the initiative anymore; only I can take the initiative to contact you."

After listening, Cheng Zhe nodded again without hesitation.

Then, he picked up Zhang Cuiting in his arms and carried her very gently, heading straight for the guest room.

Once inside the guest room, the two deliberately kept all their movements quiet and even their breathing slow, so as not to disturb Zhao Ya next door.

Cheng Zhe gently placed her on the bed, and the two of them tacitly lowered their voices.

The pace was slow, with each movement performed at a leisurely pace.

Half an hour later, Cheng Zhe finally spoke in a low voice: "Auntie, I need to hurry."

Zhang Cuiting instantly understood the meaning behind his words, and instinctively covered her mouth with one hand.

With her other hand, she gripped the bed sheet beneath her, and Zhang Cuiting's face instantly turned bright red.

After shifting gears, Zhang Cuiting could no longer hold back, and her long-suppressed moans escaped her lips uncontrollably.

Her eyes held a hint of helplessness and shame, as if she were regretting that she hadn't been able to maintain her composure.

He slowed down and gently reassured her, "Don't be afraid, it's very soft, she can't hear you."

She waited a while to make sure there was no movement from next door.

She slowly loosened her grip on the sheets and stopped covering her mouth tightly. Instead, soft, delicate breaths escaped her lips.

She deliberately lowered her voice, restraining herself with each utterance, following the rhythm and cooperating with it.

Afterwards, the two lay quietly and rested for a while until Zhang Cuiting's breathing became more stable.

He suddenly bent down and carefully picked Zhang Cuiting up again.

The advantage of mature women is that they instantly know what to do next.

Zhang Cuiting leaned forward, placing her hands on Cheng Zhe's shoulders. The effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off, and the clear sky made her a little hesitant.

The movements became strained, and the swaying began gently, with each movement being small.

She bit her lip, suppressing her occasional soft moans until the very end.

I followed my heart and did it with him. After we finished, I leaned against his chest, feeling completely exhausted, my chest rising and falling slightly.

Once she sobered up, Zhang Cuiting seemed to have suddenly become a different person. She abruptly got off him and, before Cheng Zhe could react, reached out and pulled him up, pushing him towards the door.

Caught off guard, Cheng Zhe staggered a couple of steps, then said with a wry smile, "Auntie, you're turning your back on me so quickly? That's a bit too fast."

Zhang Cuiting's hands kept moving, but her cheeks were burning hot. She whispered, "Get out of here! You're taking advantage of me while I'm drunk!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhe knew she had sobered up, so he stopped teasing her and retreated to the door following her lead. He glanced at her a couple more times, unwilling to give up, before leaving.

The moment the door closed, Zhang Cuiting's body went limp, and she leaned against the door, panting heavily.

Once the effects of the alcohol wore off completely, she raised her hand and twisted her thigh hard, gasping in pain.

Looking at the messy bed in the room, she was filled with remorse, cursing herself inwardly: "I'm doomed! Zhang Cuiting, you shameless old woman, how could you do such a ridiculous thing with him! How can I ever face anyone again..."

But this regret didn't last long. The scene from just now kept replaying in her mind: Cheng Zhe's caresses and the tacit cooperation between the two.

She slowly straightened up, leaning against the door. The heat in her cheeks didn't subside; instead, it burned even more intensely, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

The more I thought about it, the more a strange excitement welled up inside me.

What made her even more ashamed was that she never expected that Xiao Cheng, at such a young age, would know so much. He was not at all inexperienced, but rather so considerate. He even took the initiative to serve her, without showing any disdain for her age.

Once the mind is free, those intimate images become clearer and clearer, and the image of the two of them cooperating with each other in bed fills the mind and cannot be shaken off.

Lying in bed that night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When she closed her eyes, all she could think about were the moments she spent with Xiao Cheng. Her dreams were filled with scenes of the two of them being intimate.

"Ya Ya, let me explain! Xiao Cheng and I just..."

"Xiao Cheng, not there! Auntie has never tried..."

Zhang Cuiting woke up with a start, talking in her sleep! She felt hot all over when she woke up, clearly having dreamed about those kinds of things all night.