The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 580: Chapter 241 The First Time Unrestrained

In psychology, there was a theory that people’s psychological states could undergo subtle changes during different times of the day.

Day and night, morning and evening, people might make completely different decisions about the same matter.

Generally speaking, at night a person’s psychological defenses tended to be more vulnerable, as they’d left work behind and unconsciously relaxed in their leisure time.

Moreover, for many people, night served as an alternative protective mask, allowing them to shed their disguises and release their emotions freely...

At eleven o’clock, Jiang Qingkui, still wearing her professional suit and thin black stockings, walked to the main bedroom door and gently pressed the doorbell next to it.

Moments later, Zhou Wang’s voice came from inside, ”The door’s not locked, come in.”

Jiang Qingkui, having already adjusted her mindset by then, gently pressed the doorknob, and the pressure-sensitive lock lit up green, opening in response, allowing Jiang Qingkui, in slippers, to step lightly inside.

”Zhou...”

Before she could call out ”Mr. Zhou,” the once spacious and bright main bedroom suddenly dimmed.

Just as Jiang Qingkui sensed danger, the door behind her was silently closed. Startled, Jiang Qingkui turned around, only to feel a tight grip at her waist. With the force of inertia, she cried out as she was pushed into the corner.

Just inches away, she felt a man’s breath mingled with the faint scent of alcohol. The hand at her waist, radiating heat, made Jiang Qingkui’s knees go weak, nearly sliding down the wall.

Jiang Qingkui had never been in close contact with the opposite sex, which led her to a question...

Was a man’s body temperature naturally this high?

This was just a thought that flashed through her mind amid her wild imaginings. In reality, Jiang Qingkui was utterly confused and couldn’t even discern what she was thinking.

This was completely different from what she had imagined.

Zhou Wang had pinned her against the wall again; last time, he at least had the excuse of helping her back to the room, but this time was so direct and abrupt, catching her off guard. Amid her panic, there arose a feeling she couldn’t quite define.

Anxious, yet anticipating.

”Zhou Wang, what... what are you doing, let me go!”

Regaining some composure, Jiang Qingkui bit her lip and tried to question the bright-eyed Zhou Wang.

But Zhou Wang spoke softly, interrupting her, ”Since you chose to come, isn’t this what you desired?”

Zhou Wang held her waist, marveling in his heart.

The sensation transmitted back wasn’t the flimsy thinness of bones but something pressed against his palm, bouncing softly... it felt much better than that other teacher named Ni.

Sister’s waist wasn’t just a waist, it was a deadly scimitar...

Though their bodies hardly touched, it made Zhou Wang feel a thrill far more stimulating than a firm embrace.

Jiang Qingkui trembled, and the slight quiver of her breath was transmitted through Zhou Wang’s palm, eliciting an inexplicable wonder.

Jiang Qingkui froze, then started to struggle in a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, ”You’re talking nonsense, I thought you wanted to discuss something serious with me...”

”Nonsense?”

Watching Jiang Qingkui’s feeble resistance, Zhou Wang’s lips curled slightly, ”Then why did you change your lipstick color?”

Jiang Qingkui’s struggle noticeably weakened as she avoided Zhou Wang’s eyes, claiming in a somewhat flustered voice, ”I... I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Jiang Qingkui truly hadn’t expected Zhou Wang to notice such details...

How could she know how alluring her red lips were, especially after she’d carefully dressed up today, that touch of red amidst the vast field repeatedly drawing Zhou Wang’s gaze.

The moment he’d pushed Jiang Qingkui against the wall, Zhou Wang noticed her lipstick had changed—from a deep red like hawthorn in the day to a jelly-like soft red now. In the dim light, it appeared even more enticing.

Like a flower bud about to drip dew, waiting for a thirsty wanderer to pluck it.

Zhou Wang marveled again. Among all the women he’d known, Jiang Qingkui’s lips were truly perfect, whether in shape, texture, or the way they displayed a soft fullness with each movement.

He couldn’t even imagine how wonderful it would be to kiss her or to be kissed by her.

Sister’s lips were not just lips, they were the spring waters by the riverside...

”Don’t understand?”

Seeing Jiang Qingkui feign ignorance, Zhou Wang just smiled, ”Then tell me, why did you change your stockings?”

As Jiang Qingkui stiffened, Zhou Wang narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his hand right in front of her before gently placing it down.

Jiang Qingkui’s breath grew rapid. She should have stopped Zhou Wang during the process, yet she watched as his hand fell on her knee.

Because her heart was in chaos once again.

She never imagined Zhou Wang would notice even such minor details as her change of stockings... what kind of detail-freak was this!

Being early September in Ming City, the weather was still quite warm, and the pair of stockings that came as a gift with her custom Hermes pair had become slightly sticky from sweat after a day of wear, which prompted Jiang Qingkui to change into another pair of the same color when she returned to her room.

In this regard, she felt the accusation was quite unjust, lipstick aside, she truly hadn’t changed into this new pair of stockings to please Zhou Wang, it was purely for comfort.

At the moment, Jiang Qingkui was wearing black tights from a brand called Wolford.