#34: I’ll Take Them Off, You Change Into Your Police Uniform and I’ll Take Them Off Again

This study was usually only used by Lin Xingzi. The drawers were full of documents, yet Jiang Yan pulled open a drawer and retrieved a condom without hesitation, clearly knowing it was there beforehand.

Lin Xingzi stared blankly at the condom held between his two fingers, her heart a complex mix of emotions. “When did you put that in there?”

He was frank. “When you weren’t looking.”

Lin Xingzi, “...”

Her long hair was pushed forward by him, and dense kisses fell on the back of her neck and shoulder blade. His breath lingered on her neck, making her restless and tremble, not allowing her to think much.

But things that are too easily obtained are never cherished.

“Wait...”

“I’ll leave your pants for you to take off.”

“Okay, I’ll take them off, but not these,” Lin Xingzi turned back, pushing his forehead, slightly widening the distance. Her eyes unconsciously drifted to his lower abdomen. “...You change into something else.”

Jiang Yan was puzzled. After she pushed him away, he leaned against the chair back, his hand still on her waist. She had been working overtime every day recently, and her eating schedule was irregular, making her lose some weight.

“Hmm... you don’t seem to have many clothes,” she pretended to think seriously. “Just change into the set hanging on the hanger in the bedroom.”

Hanging in the bedroom was a police uniform.

Jiang Yan had worn it on his first day reporting to the police station, then washed and ironed it neatly and hung it up, untouched.

She lowered her head slightly, her swan-like neck curving into a beautiful arch. There were still faint red marks on her skin. One foot dangled in the air, its tip brushing against the dark velvet of the carpet, as if scratching at Jiang Yan’s heart.

Some vivid, sensual images uncontrollably appeared in his mind, and blood rushed fiercely to his lower abdomen.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes, lightly biting her fair, small earlobe. His voice was already a little hoarse. “Assaulting a police officer is illegal, did you know?”

Lin Xingzi spread her hands fearlessly, her eyes clear, innocent, and defiant. “Then Officer Jiang, come and arrest me.”

If she was going to do it, she’d do it big.

Five minutes later, Lin Xingzi turned off her phone and waited in the study for Jiang Yan to change. She felt as if she were waiting for him in their bridal suite after he had been dragged by friends to drink at their wedding.

The sounds grew closer—the footsteps of leather shoes on the floor.

He pushed open the door.

He wore leather shoes, a tie, and a police badge on his shoulder.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling was off, with only the wall lamp on. The dim yellow light outlined his sharply defined features. His Adam’s apple showed above his shirt collar, moving up and down with his breathing.

Lin Xingzi thought with what little rationality she had left: she was too good at picking them.

Just this one, and she had tricked him back.

Lin Xingzi crooked her finger at him. He even skipped the kiss, his tongue directly invading her mouth.

She sat on the office desk, the dark red wooden table making her skin appear as white as snow. Her legs were parted, and the man’s tall, slender body stood between her thighs.

She could already feel the hard heat of his lower abdomen.

It was because of her.

“Easy,” Jiang Yan cooperatively lowered his head, his hand covering her impatient hand. Breaths escaped from deep in his throat. “If this one gets torn too, I’ll arrest you.”

Lin Xingzi showed no restraint, humming as she unbuttoned the top few buttons of the man’s police uniform shirt, then tilted her head back to kiss his Adam’s apple. “You dare threaten and intimidate the beloved daughter of the Director of the People’s Public Security Bureau, you’ll be the one getting arrested.”

“At that time, obediently call me ‘wife,’ and I might consider bailing you out,” she mischievous, her cool hand reaching inside the man’s clothes.

She poked, then felt his abs, her fingers tracing down the muscle lines until they were stopped by his tightly fastened belt. “You’re so hard... Hiss... Don’t bite me, I have a meeting tomorrow morning, mmph...”

Jiang Yan was not as eloquent as she, and he indulged her greatly, making him quite disheveled.

At this moment, stopping her mouth was the most direct approach.

The usually utterly serious man’s eyes were reddening from being provoked, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. “Jiangjiang...”