They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Shen Qingning twirled around in front of the mirror twice, striking a few alluring poses.

She slowly took off her clothes, admiring her stunning figure.

She then walked barefoot into the shower room, turned on the tap, and room-temperature hot water cascaded over her body from the showerhead.

Jasmine-scented shampoo, aloe vera-scented shower gel.

Shen Qingning carefully rubbed her hair and gently stroked every inch of her skin with both hands.

The air was filled with moisture and the scent of shower gel.

These are the scents that Qiu Siyao and Lin Yaoyao used.

After rinsing, Shen Qingning's pale skin, stimulated by the hot water, became rosy and radiant with a warm glow.

There were three bath towels on the shelf.

She used one cloth to wipe her hair, and the other two to wrap her upper and lower body respectively.

She used not only toiletries, but also the bath towel belonging to the homeowner.

Will Qiu Siyao be angry if she finds out?

Lin Yaoyao is always going against me, she'll definitely explode on the spot, right?

Shen Qingning experienced the same thrill that the other party felt when they deliberately stole Jiang Han away at the beginning of the breakup.

She even wanted Lin Yaoyao to know that she had touched her things in her house.

You guys were the ones who hooked up with Jiang Han first, now it's my turn to sleep with your boyfriends.

True best friends should not only eat and live together, but also wear the same pants and eat the same chicken.

Shen Qingning turned on the hairdryer in front of the mirror, moved her head from side to side, and smoothed her loose hair with her fingers.

Then, she took off the towel wrapped around her body and walked from the shower room to the other side of the master bedroom.

Smooth feet left a row of footprints on the floor.

Shen Qingning walked like a model on a catwalk, swaying her hips and twisting her buttocks as she entered the dressing room.

With a whoosh, the cabinet door opened.

Inside, a dazzling array of women's clothing hung on the walls.

Oh dear, I can't just wear my dirty clothes again after taking a shower, can I? I'm a woman who likes to be clean.

Wearing a bathrobe directly is too indecent, right?

Using your clothes is something we had no other choice.

First, she picked out a pair of ultra-thin, highly transparent black stockings from the drawer. Qiu Siyao's leg shape was similar to hers, and the size and tightness were just right.

Then she put on a short-sleeved shirt and a pencil skirt, both in light gray-purple.

Wait, isn't that the uniform of China Merchants Bank?

Shen Qingning looked in the mirror and realized that she was holding a uniform.

A smile appeared on her lips. On a sudden inspiration, she ran to Lin Yaoyao's room, picked up a lipstick from her dressing table and applied it evenly, then took away two plush toys.

Shen Qingning returned to the master bedroom, leaning against the soft bed, her shapely and slender legs crossed, her toes hooked on a pair of slender high heels.

Qiu Siyao's clothes, Lin Yaoyao's lipstick, and her own shoes—it's a perfect match!

Shen Qingning took out her phone and took a picture of her beautiful legs hanging in mid-air, with the wall decorations vaguely visible in the background.

She opened her WeChat Moments, edited the text, and attached a picture.

Do you like the kitten outfit?

Click send.

She received many likes and comments from friends, mostly people she added at work, all praising her good figure.

Shen Qingning was actually looking forward to her best friends discovering the truth.

After a while, the master bedroom door was pushed open, and Jiang Han walked in lazily.

He saw Shen Qingning leaning against the headboard and raised his eyebrows to himself.

"Are you wearing Siyao's clothes?"

Jiang Han recognized the China Merchants Bank uniform at a glance and thought to himself, "You guys really know how to have fun."

Shen Qingning nodded in agreement: "Do you like it?"

"How does it compare to your girlfriend?"

As she spoke, she raised her legs and slowly slid her fingers upwards from her knees.

The hem of the pencil skirt was gradually lifted up.

The curtains inside were drawn, and a dim yellow light shone from the ceiling.

Jiang Han watched Shen Qingning's movements through the indoor light, swallowing unconsciously.

He was only wearing his travel clothes?

This was a complete provocation to Qiu Siyao—wearing the hostess's clothes and lying on her bed in her boyfriend's house.

The steam emanating from the bathroom doorway suggested that Shen Qingning was using the shower in the master bedroom.

It's both expensive and cheap, with all the buffs maxed out.

"Come here!" Jiang Han said in a steady voice.

Shen Qingning shuddered violently, and as if by mechanical reflex, slid off the edge of the bed.

He knelt quietly in front of Jiang Han.

The two simple words seemed to have a magical power, making it impossible for her to refuse, and she could only comply with the request unconditionally.

The man in front of her was no longer the boyfriend who used to listen to her every word.

I will not compromise with her, nor will I consider her feelings.

He only vents his desires roughly and manipulates her at will.

Shen Qingning's perspective has shifted from looking down upon the Yangtze and Han Rivers to now looking up in awe.

When their positions of power were reversed, she felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

Jiang Han's order immediately put Shen Qingning into her role, and she quietly awaited her fate.

"Lift your head up!"

Shen Qingning did as instructed.

Jiang Han lowered his head and looked down at the kneeling woman in front of him.

He extended a finger and pressed it against Shen Qingning's chin.

Her features were incredibly delicate, and her fair skin radiated a healthy glow.

Her naturally aloof and beautiful appearance contrasted sharply with her humble demeanor at this moment.

It gives people a sense of beauty through contrast.

Jiang Han gently stroked Shen Qingning's hair, his fingers tracing her face, neck, and shoulders.

You can clearly feel the girl's body trembling uncontrollably.

She tried hard to restrain herself, but couldn't suppress her instinctive reaction.

Shen Qingning stopped thinking and waited for Jiang Han to make a move.

She enjoys the feeling of being controlled.

You don't need to consider the complex ways of getting along in intimate relationships, and you don't need to think about whether the other person loves you or not.

All you need to do is obediently listen to them.

Obey his decisions and cooperate with his actions.

Despite being savage and violent, he made Shen Qingning experience a unique kind of tenderness.

Jiang Han withdrew his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a click, and casually tossed the lighter onto the bedside table.

"Hiss...whoosh."

The thick smoke rushed straight to Shen Qingning's face. Instead of covering her nose and avoiding it, she took a deep breath.

Jiang Han raised the corners of his mouth and patted the cold and beautiful face with his broad palm.

Shen Qingning's body swayed slightly under the force, but she quickly straightened her posture.

"What can I say about you? You always deserved a beating."

As he spoke, Jiang Han patted her other cheek from the opposite direction.

It made the already rosy complexion even darker.

Shen Qingning gave a soft "hmm," acknowledging Jiang Han's assessment.

He saw through her completely, inside and out, and spoke of what she longed for most deep in her heart.

After patting it, Jiang Han gently stroked the red mark left behind and pinched his cheek.

The broad, calloused hand finally stopped behind Shen Qingning's head and pushed her forward slightly.

Jiang Han's movements were like a signal, and Shen Qingning understood and acted accordingly.

She knew it was time to hand over the applied lipstick to him little by little.

Jiang Han raised his head, closed his eyes, and exhaled smoke freely toward the roof.

Yunqi Mountain Villa is known for its tranquil environment, and the bedrooms are exceptionally quiet.

"Hiss... Huff..."

"Sizzle... sizzle"

Inside the room, only the sound of Jiang Han smoking and another captivating melody intertwined.

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