However, after hearing Ji Mingshu’s sharp intake of breath from hurting her teeth, he did slow down his movements.
He looked up at Ji Mingshu, his eyes full of desire, though his voice was cool and calm, “I bought you diamonds today, a complete set.”
“…?”
Ji Mingshu wrinkled her nose, complaining, “Even an aircraft carrier wouldn’t work! I told you I’m in pain!”
“I’m in pain too.”
His voice suddenly became hoarse, and as he spoke, he pressed Ji Mingshu’s back closer to himself, letting her feel it.
“…”
Ji Mingshu shuddered at the sensation, suddenly remembering the fear of being dominated by aerobic exercise last night! Ahh! Why isn’t this dead pervert in jail!!!
—The negotiation between the two ended with Ji Mingshu contributing her delicate ten fingers.
Cen Sen still didn’t seem entirely satisfied. When Ji Mingshu returned from washing her hands, he hadn’t entered the so-called “sage time” but was staring fixedly at her crimson lips.
Ji Mingshu didn’t quite understand at first, but recalling what Cen Sen had done before, she suddenly understood.
She approached and covered his eyes, saying forcefully, “Don’t even think about it! Not in this lifetime! Men with impure thoughts like you should be in jail!!!”
Cen Sen’s intoxication hadn’t fully dissipated. He gave a low “Mmm,” seemingly with a hint of a smile.
He held Ji Mingshu’s hand and insincerely apologized in a low voice, then pulled her soft body into his arms again.
Ji Mingshu wasn’t sleepy yet. Thinking about the past two days since returning home, this man had been like he was in heat, wanting to do it at the slightest provocation, barely speaking a few words with her. She felt quite unhappy about it.
So she righteously stretched out her hand, “My hand hurts, massage it for me.”
They say men are very accommodating in bed, and Cen Sen was no exception. With her command, he took her hand and began to gently massage it.
After nestling in his arms for a while, Ji Mingshu unconsciously became the caring wife, asking, “Why did you drink so much today? Did you take any sobering medicine or something?”
Cen Sen, with half-closed eyes, massaged her hand and, for once, talked about work, his voice still quiet.
The boss he entertained today wasn’t a refined person. In his early years, he had built his business in gray industries, having something of a knife-edge blood-licking approach throughout his journey. His character was also quite rough and unrestrained, with one reason after another to urge drinking—”deep friendship, bottoms up,” “thick friendship, drink more,” “iron friendship, drink till bleeding.”
Cen Sen had never been particularly good at entertaining such people. The other party would always become inexplicably familiar, inexplicably enthusiastic, seemingly without the concept of “moderation” in their mind, treating everyone like a little brother. Yet, having business dealings, it wasn’t appropriate to show a cold face over small matters.
After speaking, he paused, and it was unclear whether he was being serious or teasing when he suddenly said, “You think it’s easy making money to support you?”
“…?”
“I’m so wronged!”
“If you don’t want to support me, plenty of others would! How can you be so ungrateful for such a good opportunity?”
Cen Sen closed his eyes and smiled faintly, not contradicting her.
The two chatted a bit more in bed. Cen Sen was somewhat tired and fell asleep shortly after.
“Cen Sen, Cen Sen?”
Ji Mingshu gently poked his Adam’s apple, then blew on his eyelashes, surprised to find he had fallen asleep.
She lay on the bed, chin propped on her elbow, carefully examining the man beside her, and fell into deep thought.
With these on-and-off moments, she truly didn’t know whether to say his stamina was good or bad. Yesterday, he had been active all night without much sleep, yet today he had some drinks, did a little work, and became unconscious.
Ah, maybe it’s because he’s almost thirty and his stamina is failing?
It’s true—in just over two years, he’ll be thirty.
While she would forever be an eighteen-year-old fairy who never grows up.
Pah! An old cow eating tender grass, this old man!!
But this old man was so handsome, every part of him had grown exactly the way she liked, even when… doing indecent things, she liked it.
Ji Mingshu couldn’t help but reach out and pinch the old man’s cheek. Seeing no reaction, she became restless and couldn’t resist leaning in to give him a small kiss.
After kissing him, she turned her head away and began to giggle, so sweetened by her actions that she wanted to roll around.
After being able to face the fact that she liked him, every minute with him seemed to become very sweet. Even amid the fatigue of intimate contact, she found sweetness.
After repeatedly stealing kisses like this several times, she suddenly felt a bit melancholic, poking his nose and asking in a tiny voice, “When will you start to like me?”