#33: Didn’t You Just Want to Help Me Take Off My Pants? (500 Comments)

The computer screen on the desk had been on, but the mouse hadn’t moved. Lin Xingzi sat distractedly in the black swivel chair, staring unblinkingly at the door.

The soundproofing in this house was excellent; the faint sounds of water from the bathroom were barely audible. Lin Xingzi gained a new self-awareness while waiting for Jiang Yan to “settle scores” with her.

It seemed her greatest love wasn’t money, but lust.

Her phone chimed continuously with incoming messages. Lin Xingzi found it noisy and silenced it. The study door was ajar. When Jiang Yan pushed the door open and entered, she moved too suddenly, hitting her knee against the desk with piercing pain. “Hiss...”

“Did I scare you?” Jiang Yan placed the cup on the table, gently lifting her lower leg. Her knee had scraped skin, a large area turned red. “My apologies, I’ll knock next time.”

Lin Xingzi was too embarrassed to face him, burying her face sullenly on the desk.

Jiang Yan massaged her knee. Her legs felt a bit cold. “Are you cold?”

“...A little.”

“Then why are you wearing so little?”

Lin Xingzi had taken off her jacket as soon as she entered the study, tossing it casually onto a chair. She was only wearing a black pajama set with lace on the collar. The hem of the skirt was just above her knees, but as she sat, the skirt rode up, barely covering her upper thighs. Her fair, delicate toes curled slightly into the carpet’s fluff.

“This is a new one. Wearing a new outfit immediately after buying it is the most basic respect for new clothes.”

She just hadn’t expected it to benefit Zhan Yan.

“Did you go shopping with Lin Sang?”

“No, I ordered it a month ago. It arrived a few days ago, but I’ve been working overtime and haven’t had time to pick it up. Assistant Chen went to get gowns for our company’s artists and happened to bring it back for me.”

He didn’t ask about Zhan Yan, but about the clothes.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, you...” Before she could finish, her waist was encircled, her feet lifted off the ground, and the swivel chair was pulled back a bit. He sat down, and she was lifted to sit on his lap.

Jiang Yan picked up the warmed milk and placed it by her hand. “What are you looking at?”

“The company’s quarterly report. If I don’t do well, Uncle will be disappointed,” Lin Xingzi half-heartedly read a few lines, but her mind wasn’t on work. “Hiss... it hurts a little again when I move. Can you massage it more?”

Her knee had scraped skin; continuing to massage it would worsen it and easily lead to infection. Jiang Yan’s hand avoided her knee, his fingertips gently caressing the edge of her pajama skirt, watching her earlobes slowly turn crimson.

“Your grades were very good in high school, but your English was poor. Why did you go abroad later?”

That year, drug traffickers in Haishi were already rampant. Within three months, six anti-drug police officers sacrificed their lives at the city’s Public Security Bureau. The son of one of the officers had a finger chopped off. Lin Xudong practically lived at the police station. Li Yao’s company had problems, and he was arrested according to the law. Li Qing also fell ill at that time. On the day the family received a threatening delivery, Lin Xudong decisively decided to send Lin Xingzi abroad.

Lin Xingzi didn’t understand at the time.

Recalling those years, she felt depressed, merely saying, “Dad decided.”

Jiang Yan wasn’t overly concerned with how much truth or falsehood was in Zhan Yan’s words, but Zhan Yan reminded him of how much time he had missed, leaving him feeling regretful.

The computer screen was full of numbers. “Do all these need to be finished tonight?”

Lin Xingzi felt agitated. Jiang Yan had given her the impression that he minded Zhan Yan, yet he said nothing about it.

“I’ve already looked through them, but I need to think carefully about how to explain it to the shareholders at the meeting. You should go to sleep first.”

She tried to get up, but the arms around her slender waist quietly tightened.

“Didn’t you just want to help me take off my pants?”

The man’s breath fell on her neck. Lin Xingzi felt ticklish and her face flushed at his words. “You, you, you, you’re so scheming!”

Jiang Yan’s jaw rested in the hollow of her neck, chuckling muffledly. He pecked gently along her neck, then his large hand grasped the side of her face and turned it back, kissing her before she could get too annoyed.

After a deep kiss, he pulled back, his lips and tongue tracing the lines of her lips, gently sucking, rubbing.

Lin Xingzi gripped his clothes with one hand and braced herself on the desk edge with the other, both tightening, her nails scraping shallow marks on the desk. Her breathing also grew increasingly ragged.

The man’s tongue probed deep between her teeth, stirring and then gently licking, drawing out the milky scent from her mouth.

One of Jiang Yan’s buttons was torn off, and his shirt chest was wrinkled. Lin Xingzi was uncomfortable with her head twisted like that, humming and whimpering. Jiang Yan released her and kissed the back of her neck.

He pulled open the left drawer of the desk. After a rustling sound, he pulled out a condom.