C9

Chapter 9 - Pleasing him

Zhou Xing Chen's eyes were clear, black and white. He was so clear-headed that he didn't seem like he was joking at all.

To please him? In the office?

Liang Jia suddenly raised her head and sized him up with some disbelief. After receiving a slight nod from the other, she could be considered once again certain.

How was it possible for her to be here, like Ren Qianyan just now, to take the initiative to stick close to him?

Even with her years of upbringing, she was not allowed to do such an unorthodox thing.

Zhou Xing Chen used his desk as a stool and sat down on it. He crossed his arms and waited patiently, as if he didn't care if she agreed or not.

Liang Jia's gaze roamed over his face. There was no flaw in that carefree expression.

The bill seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, weighing down.

If she didn't, the bill would fall into Mrs. Zhou's hands. Without even thinking about it, he knew what the consequences would be. Even if he was punished, Li Yin's new company would definitely be suppressed.

There is no other way

Currently, other than the two of them, there was no one else in the office.

Liang Jia had always lived long enough to understand what she wanted the most. At that moment, she quickly made up her mind. She took one last look at the tightly shut door, then quickly took a step forward with her high heels. Her body was so close to his without a single gap.

Then, her fair arms gently wrapped around Zhou Xing Chen's neck. She stood on tiptoe, braced herself, and closed her eyes to kiss him.

His thin lips were slightly cold and extremely soft to the touch. But right now, Liang Jia didn't have the heart to feel it in detail. Instead, she mechanically moved her hand over his lips.

Naturally, she understood Zhou Xing Chen's hint that the word "please" was not just a word for kissing. However, although he was clear on the reasoning, he did not know how to develop the next step.

She had never been in the know of matters between men and women, and the few times she had kissed Zhou Weiqing, he had forced her to do so.

Adding on to the current situation, the slight sense of humiliation and nervousness made his mind go blank.

Their lips remained glued together, but as Liang Jia Sheng moved awkwardly, the color in Zhou Xing Chen's eyes gradually deepened.

In all the years they had spent together, this was the first time Liang Jia had taken the initiative to get so close to him.

At this moment, the softness of her body was unavoidably pressing against his, causing the flow of blood to unconsciously quicken. The white arm clung to his neck, kissing him without knowing what to do. His eyelashes trembled uneasily, and he had the urge to viciously pick her up.

A dark light flashed across Zhou Xing Chen's eyes, and he no longer hesitated. He put one arm around her waist, the other firmly around the back of her head, and with a flip of his body, pushed her back against the desk.

His lips parted briefly, and his breathing became unsteady. He casually swept the items on the table to the side and covered his imposing body.

Kiss. Endless kisses.

The tip of his tongue moved in and out of her mouth, drawing out a silvery, erotic thread, and both of them could smell it clearly.

Zhou Xing Chen's large hand moved along Liang Jia's slender waist, and as he walked further down, he felt her body stiffen.

She was already on the verge of death, but she still resisted him this much?

Zhou Xing Chen was enraged, but he didn't believe her. Instead, he moved his hand to her chest and looked into her eyes.

The instant he touched her, her eyes flashed with mixed emotions. "Humiliation, embarrassment, nervousness, and even a trace of grievance"

However, there was no desire for him in these emotions alone.

There was no sign of him in her eyes.

Even when she was subservient to him, she still could not see him.

Zhou Xing Chen suddenly felt a little bored.

He had a desire for her, he admitted. But no matter how much he stirred up her body, it was just a one-man show.

Thinking this way, the blood in his body slowly cooled down. He let go of her with little interest, got off her, straightened his tie and smoothed the tiny creases in his shirt as if nothing had happened.

Liang Jia had waited with great difficulty for the strength in her body to leave. She silently heaved a sigh of relief.

Had this game, which had been brought up because of his interest, finally come to an end?

When she stood up, her stiletto shoes wobbled and she steadied herself by holding on to the edge of the table.

Zhou Xing Chen's mocking voice resounded in the room, "What did I say just now?" Mrs. Zhou's duty was to serve her husband. "You …"

His last few words were long and drew everyone's attention. Only then did he slightly raise his chin and say, "I guess it's time to study a bit more."

Liang Jia's hand paused for a moment. She smoothed out the fingertips of her clothes and exerted all her strength. The armor's cover was completely white, but in the end, she said nothing.

"Aren't we in a hurry to go back and report?" Zhou Xing Chen had always been dissatisfied with her attitude of allowing things to go as they pleased, but now he waved his hand impatiently. "Get out."

Liang Jia's nasal tone was a bit heavy. With a low "En" sound, her pair of eyes that were calm and serene hung down, tightly tightening the bag on her shoulder as she walked out without any hesitation.

"Wait." As Zhou Xing Chen looked at her upright back, he suddenly recalled something. "There's a ball tomorrow. Come with me."

Liang Jia stopped, but didn't look back. Instead, her hand came into contact with the cold metal handle of the door. "Got it."

With a click, the door was opened. The soft, long, curly hair flashed by the crack in the door and quickly disappeared.