Chapter 1604

Chapter 1604

Evening.

Around seven o'clock.

The sky was darkening, and the sun was almost setting.

In the courtyard's northern room, Dong Xuebing was still massaging Zhang Longjuan's body, arms, thighs, and neck, and his movements were becoming increasingly mechanical. At first, Dong Xuebing enjoyed it, having such a seductive beauty lying there for him to massage. He took advantage of it for half a day. But after an hour, three hours, and five hours, Dong Xuebing had already become numb, almost feeling like he was falling asleep. He mechanically continued to knead, unsure where his hands were landing. He was so exhausted.

Exhale.

His hands went limp.

Dong Xuebing didn't pay attention and continued to knead.

After kneading for about a minute, Dong Xuebing finally glanced around with his eyelids drooping. Suddenly, his hands trembled, almost causing him to faint. He realized his hands were actually on Zhang Longjuan's chest. How did they end up there? He felt embarrassed. Occasionally teasing Zhang Longjuan before, at most, he would touch her cleavage while kneading her collarbones or brush against the edge of her flesh buttocks while kneading her waist. But he had never dared to be so direct. Now, he had directly touched her chest. He sucked in a breath and cautiously removed his hands from her bra. He could see a small area on Zhang Longjuan's chest that had turned red from his touch. The bra was also crumpled, with a lace fabric flipped up. Dong Xuebing quickly used his fingernail to smooth out the edge of the lace fabric, meticulously cleaning up the "crime scene."

Alright, no problem.

He startled himself. But the feeling was incredible.

Dong Xuebing felt like his hands were filled with the fragrant scent of a mature woman.

Zhang Longjuan's expression was still peaceful, and her eyes were closed. She had been like this for three hours, having fallen asleep since the afternoon.

"Sister Zhang, wake up."

"Mmm."

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"Uh-huh."

"Wake up, it's almost dark."

Dong Xuebing couldn't continue. He also wanted to sleep for a while. Who could endure massaging for six or seven hours straight? He was exhausted.

Zhang Longjuan was awakened. She yawned, then looked at him lazily. "I slept well. What time is it, handsome guy?"

Dong Xuebing glanced at the clock. "It's past seven."

"It's already this late?" Zhang Longjuan stretched lazily and sat up from the bed. "Ah, sleeping was so comfortable. I feel relaxed all over. Good job."

Dong Xuebing smiled wryly. "You're comfortable, but I've been kneading for six hours. My hands are about to break. Get up quickly; it's time to eat."

"What about the effect?" Zhang Longjuan asked.

"What effect?" Dong Xuebing asked.

"What do you mean, what effect?" Zhang Longjuan squinted.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Dong Xuebing slapped his forehead. "You should check it yourself in the mirror."

Dong Xuebing felt a bit embarrassed. "You're the lucky one, not me."

"I adore you. Come on, let me give you another kiss," Zhang Longjuan hugged him tightly, laughing as she kissed his face repeatedly.

Dong Xuebing's eyes and nose were all kissed, and he couldn't withstand Zhang Longjuan's enthusiasm. He coughed, "Sister Zhang, it's time for dinner. Let's eat."

"What's the rush?"

"Um, it's almost eight o'clock."

"Just let me be happy for a bit longer. Oh, let's take a selfie together!" Zhang Longjuan didn't listen to him and forcefully patted his buttocks to make him get up. She then took out her phone from her bag, "This historic moment must be recorded. Come on, let's take a photo together, haha."

Dong Xuebing sweated, "You should put on your pants first."

"Let's just take the upper body. Hurry up." Zhang Longjuan held up her phone.

Dong Xuebing had no choice but to lean over, and with a click, the camera flashed.

Zhang Longjuan looked at the photo. "You don't look good in photos. Haha, but you're still handsome, and look how much younger you made me! So youthful and charming. Now I feel like I can wear a school uniform and go to any school in the capital."

Dong Xuebing laughed at her self-praise. Even if you were five or six years younger, you'd still be a student's parent if you went to a school. But he didn't dare to contradict Zhang Longjuan, so he just went along with her praise, "Yes, yes, most high school students can't compare to your youthfulness."

"Right?"

"Definitely."

"I think so, too."

Dong Xuebing thought, "You're good at climbing up the pole."

Zhang Longjuan took more photos in front of the mirror, striking various poses, extremely narcissistic. Sometimes after taking a photo, she would burst into laughter.

Seeing her ignoring him even after calling her several times, Dong Xuebing had no choice but to go to the kitchen in the south house himself. He opened the refrigerator and looked inside, then started washing and chopping vegetables. Inside were steaks and potatoes because Zhang Longjuan only knew how to cook Western food, and Dong Xuebing didn't care. He stir-fried the sliced steak and made shredded potatoes. Zhang Longjuan wasn't hungry, but Dong Xuebing was starving.

He worked until eight o'clock.

The dishes were almost ready.

Dong Xuebing came out with plates and rice and placed them on the stone table in the courtyard. He called out loudly to the north house, "Sister Zhang, it's time to eat."

There was no response.

Dong Xuebing called out again, "Sister Zhang."

Still no response, just silence.

Dong Xuebing slapped his forehead and decided to check the bedroom. He saw Zhang Longjuan, wearing only a purple shirt, still taking photos. "Hey, it's time to eat. We'll take more photos after eating." He knew Zhang Longjuan was thrilled, but she still needed to eat.

"Haha, coming, coming," Zhang Longjuan finally put down her phone.