Chapter 342

Li Yiquan:...

Jiangshan:...

Li Yiquan: You know what I want to say.

Jiangshan: *cough cough*... Well, the weather has been quite nice these past two days...

☆, (8 Fresh Coins) Chapter 283: Can't Leave

At dinner, taking advantage of the fact that all the men were there, He Lele said for the first time words that she would propose countless times in the many years to come, but would also be rejected countless times.

"I plan to... move out and live outside."

Seeing Ruan Lin, Season, and Qin Zhixiu simultaneously shot their gazes toward Seeing Mu Wei.

Seeing Mu Wei frowned. As the last man to be alone with her in the morning, he naturally knew why the others were looking at him like that, but he—

Reflecting for a moment, Seeing Mu Wei raised his right hand and held up three fingers. "I promise not to take pictures anymore—without your permission."

A trace of shyness appeared on He Lele's small face, and she glared at Seeing Mu Wei reproachfully. "It's not because of that!"

The natural and casual charming demeanor seen in the eyes of the men was like feathers gently and chaotically scratching their hearts and bodies, mischievously scratching every sensitive corner of their bodies, making them almost abandon the most important problem at hand and collectively turn into wolves.

"Did something happen?" Season suppressed the desire burning within him and asked softly.

He Lele looked at Seeing Ruan Lin, who was staring at her without blinking, and then at the calm Qin Zhixiu, habitually biting her lower lip. "... I was only here temporarily to take care of Seeing Ruan Lin. Now that he's fine, of course, I... should leave."

The men were silent for a while.

"What do you say?" Seeing Mu Wei asked.

Qin Zhixiu stood up to help clear the dishes. "I don't care—where she is, I am."

Season raised his eyebrows and cleared the dishes from the table. "Where my woman and artist are, I am."

"And you?" Seeing Mu Wei asked Seeing Ruan Lin.

Seeing Ruan Lin lowered his eyes and thought for a while. "... I have a headache, it's always been hurting, it seems to be getting worse, ah..." As he spoke, he actually raised his hand to support his forehead and groaned.

Seeing Mu Wei chuckled.

"You guys!" He Lele pouted and looked at the men helplessly. Looking around, she called out with a sigh, "Xiu..."

"Hmm?" Qin Zhixiu held a stack of rice bowls and looked at her with an innocent little face.

"..." He Lele opened her mouth, and finally could only let out a deep sigh. "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

The men smiled faintly and helped clear the dinner table, each doing their part.

At night, when Season, who had finished showering and was casually tying his bathrobe, stepped out of the elevator and entered the second floor, the first thing that reached his ears was the winding, charming moans he never tired of hearing.

On the living room carpet, the naked bodies of a young man and woman were intimately intertwined, fingers locked and pubic bones pressed together. One of the woman's legs was hooked high on the corner of the coffee table, her delicate toes curled tightly, trembling continuously with the man's thrusts.

"Ah... Xiu... don't, there... ah ah..."

Season leaned against the wall and watched quietly. Before long, his right hand gripped his already raging, erect member and stroked it heavily.

"Xiu... so, so hot... give it to me..."

"You are not allowed to leave..." The command was spoken like a plea that made one unable to refuse.

"Xiu... I, hmm ah..." But she would leave one day.

"Promise me." He thrust fiercely beneath her, his hot rod pounding her honey cave until lewd fluids overflowed, causing her to twitch continuously.

Overwhelming pleasure surged wildly. He Lele shuddered, and honey fluids surged onto the head of the rod, being washed back and forth by the crimson rod in the tight passage.

"Xiu..."

The shrill scream during orgasm penetrated Season, who was watching from the sidelines. He took off his bathrobe and walked over.

"Ah—Ji, Season!"

"Lie down." Season said to Qin Zhixiu.

Qin Zhixiu looked at the purple rod that had swollen to the extreme beneath Season, kissed He Lele's lips soothingly, held her to sit up, let her straddle his body, and then supported her waist as he slowly lay down, changing to powerful upward thrusts beneath her.

"Ugh... you guys—" He Lele grabbed Qin Zhixiu's arm, trying to steady herself, but could only bounce uncontrollably under his powerful thrusts.

"Be good, focus." Season squatted down, moved Qin Zhixiu's hands onto her snow-white breasts, and he replaced them by gripping her slender waist. "Slow down."

Qin Zhixiu followed suit and slowed down the rhythm.

Season slowly lifted He Lele's body.