Chapter 257

"I want... to do it together, is that okay?"

"……" Woo woo woo woo... Jiji! That bastard! He was deliberately teaching Xiu bad things!

One rod was still bullying her little butt, while another scorching rod was pressed against the flesh slit between her legs, rubbing wetly and slippery, making her clitoris and flesh petals extremely excited.

"Mm..." No, don't, she would go crazy! "Xiu, I..."

"Don't you want me?"

"……Xiu," her arms tightened. If she was going to be depraved, then so be it! "I want, I want you... ah ah—"

Both rods were deeply inserted into her body. The wild stimulation of her body caused tears to gush out instantly, scaring Qin Zhixiu into hurriedly withdrawing.

Jiji laughed lowly.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be in pain, Qin Zhixiu then thrust back in, thrusting in and out gently.

"Ah..." Two scorching objects were thrusting gently in her body through a thin wall of flesh. The terrifying feeling of fullness and the warm, sweet pleasure were so contradictory and so impossible to adapt to, she could only moan lewdly about the boundless pleasure of her body. "Xiu... Jiji..."

"I love you, baby. So, don't go anywhere." As she cried and screamed, Jiji said words of love in a low voice.

He could endure everything, only asking that she stay.

The 10th, on the bus, He Le pulled the hand ring and moved her body. Jiji had massaged her for more than an hour after the events last night, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable when she woke up today. Thinking of last night... He Le peeked at the full passengers around her in a flustered manner. She was really becoming more and more...

Will it get loose if I do it too much? He Le suddenly thought of this question, and then recalled the "knowledge" that Lingyu had jokingly popularized for her—doing Kegel exercises is beneficial for maintaining tightness. He Le shrank her buttocks, and the strange feeling made her whole body shiver. She was red-faced with a guilty conscience, almost missing her stop in a panic.

Standing in front of the shopping building, He Le looked at a street performer tuning his speakers under the pedestrian bridge, and it took a while before she gathered the courage to step forward.

"Can I sing with you?"

☆, (8 Fresh Coins) Chapter 285: Shocked but Not Shaken

"Producer, back to the company or back to the apartment?" Lin Qi, in the passenger seat, turned around and asked Shentu Mo in the back row. Producer Shentu had temporarily canceled his itinerary for the last three days and returned to the country early, so the company’s arrangements had to be readjusted. It seemed there was no time for jet lag, Lin Qi thought while waiting for Shentu Mo’s answer.

Apartment...

Shentu Mo’s right thumb unconsciously rubbed the tip of his index finger.

That woman.

"Back to the company." Shentu Mo closed his eyes to rest for a moment, then suddenly opened them. "No need to arrange the schedule for these three days for now."

"……Yes." Although puzzled, Lin Qi was truly relieved. Although he had long been accustomed to high-intensity work and Producer Shentu’s strict work requirements after following him for these years, it was necessary to have a chance to relax and adjust his body and mind. Besides...

Lin Qi glanced back unobtrusively—the producer... should have reached his limit too.

The handsome, cold face looked no different from usual at first glance, and even he hadn't noticed it at first. It wasn't until two days ago when he discovered that Producer Shentu had actually fallen asleep on the way back to the hotel that he realized—the producer’s originally healthy complexion had lost all color at some point, the veins on both sides of his forehead were slightly raised, and his brows were lightly furrowed—a typical look of overwork. He had arranged the itinerary, so he knew clearly that the content of those few days was far from enough to make the producer feel tired. Therefore, the only possibility was—the producer hadn't slept well.

After the doctor saw him, he prescribed sleeping pills for the producer and kindly gave a long list of suggestions for dealing with insomnia. Seeing the producer’s increasingly ugly face, he hurriedly sent the doctor away before the producer got angry.

The producer had been suffering from insomnia for days.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that Producer Shentu, who was as rigorous and rational as the most perfect intelligent machine, would also have a day of insomnia like a mortal. You know, when the old president suddenly had a heart attack and was hospitalized, the producer had finished the meeting without changing his expression before rushing to the airport. Such a producer, would have insomnia?

Lin Qi felt his mood was a bit strange. Such an abnormal thing happened to the producer; he clearly should have felt shocked, but although he was shocked, he was not "shaken" at all, as if he had been waiting for this "shock" all along.

Lin Qi slowly sorted out the information in his mind, exploring the reason for his reaction.

"Wait, turn around, go to X-Tian." Shentu Mo suddenly ordered.

Lin Qi looked back and saw Shentu Mo looking down at his phone screen, and a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind! Phone! He Le! The producer had asked him to custom-order a women’s phone with a tracker, and he later saw that phone in the hands of that girl, and then later...

Lin Qi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

As the distance to the red target point on the phone got closer, Shentu Mo’s gaze kept glancing out the window. Ten minutes later, a light gray figure gradually grew larger in his black pupils, occupying more and more space.

Because it was a workday and it was morning, there wasn't much foot traffic in front of the X-Tian shopping building. Everyone was accustomed to the street singer who had been singing in the shadows by the pedestrian bridge in front of the building for a long time, and no one stopped to listen, at most glancing at them casually. Seeing a long-haired girl in a light gray trench coat next to the singer, everyone just took a casual look and hurried away.

"……I don't partner with people, find someone else." Diao Xingyuan set up his microphone stand on his own, too lazy to even look at He Le beside him.

"I don't want money." He Le added hurriedly.

Diao Xingyuan stopped what he was doing impatiently. "I don't care if you want money or not? If you have nothing better to do, please get lost, don't delay me from making a living here!"

He Le thought for a moment, took her wallet out of her cloth bag, pulled out a hundred yuan, and while watching Diao Xingyuan’s expression, bent down and put the money into the guitar case in front of him.

"……" Diao Xingyuan glared at He Le angrily, shook his shoulder-length hair that had been oily for who knows how long, and asked, "What song do you want to hear?"

"《Wind Butterfly Order》." This was the single that Qin Zhixiu had asked her to sing with him before.

Diao Xingyuan plucked the guitar strings, glared at He Le again, and then played the prelude.

A popular song, a beautiful melody, full of warm lyrics, and a slightly weathered smoky voice—as soon as Diao Xingyuan’s voice came out, the footsteps of passersby clearly slowed down. A couple walked over with interest to listen, and the girl among them looked at He Le without hiding her gaze, laughing and talking to her boyfriend while looking. The boy then stared at He Le as well.

He Le suppressed the urge to hide, forced down the tension and panic in her heart, and her breathing became rapid involuntarily. ===== CHAPTER 345 =====