The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 1317 - 508: The Queen’s Comeback (Part 2)

Because he was really starting to feel a bit breathless, Jiang Qingkui seemed determined to have him yield to her kisses. No matter how Zhou Wang turned his head, she would follow closely and press on.

The distinct cedarwood scent exclusive to Jiang Qingkui filled Zhou Wang’s mouth and nose, and when he opened his eyes, he was shocked again...

Jiang Qingkui didn’t close her eyes!

She was just gazing sideways at Zhou Wang, as if appreciating the expression on his struggling face.

Until her mouth was dry, Jiang Qingkui finally slowly lifted her head, temporarily sparing Zhou Wang. Amidst the darkness, the long and glittering trail resembled a hanging galaxy, apparent even to an experienced person like Zhou Wang, making him feel a slight sense of embarrassment.

But Jiang Qingkui nonchalantly wiped her lips, with a look of satisfaction, "Zhou Wang, turns out you did deceive me... The one who takes the initiative to kiss, indeed, gains the most pleasure."

Zhou Wang’s mouth twitched again, is this considered deceiving?

Still feeling oppressed, Zhou Wang pushed Jiang Qingkui’s slender waist gently, "Is that enough now? Let me up quickly."

"Let you go?"

Jiang Qingkui raised an eyebrow, "When did I say it was over?"

"What more do you want?"

Feeling something amiss, Zhou Wang found his own words sounding strange as soon as they left his mouth.

Because such a conversation made him sound very much like the helpless female protagonist in a novel, currently oppressed by the tyrant male lead... Except wasn’t it that the roles of the two people were reversed?

As Zhou Wang was lost in his thoughts, Jiang Qingkui suddenly smirked, then slightly lifted her leg. Just when Zhou Wang thought she had come to her senses, Jiang Qingkui suddenly yanked off the thin blanket covering Zhou Wang, then sat back down again.

Wearing only the lightweight sleepwear provided by the hotel, Zhou Wang suddenly found himself in close contact with Jiang Qingkui.

Jiang Qingkui was still dressed in that gown, but due to Zhou Wang’s previous tugging, it was already somewhat tattered, with only one strap hanging on her shoulder, the other side collapsed, revealing a large milky white halo under the moonlight.

The original style of the dress was a long skirt, reaching below the knees when Jiang Qingkui stood properly, but since she was in a highly undignified sitting posture now, half-squatting on Zhou Wang, the long gown was piled up to her waist.

Everywhere Zhou Wang’s eyes landed was the ample leg meat of Jiang Qingkui encased in ripped black pantyhose.

Just one glance caused Zhou Wang to involuntarily swallow his saliva.

And with the barriers between them removed, Jiang Qingkui’s demeanor grew increasingly lofty, like a queen mounted on a horse, with her slender fingers casually flicking open Zhou Wang’s sleepwear.

"Treat me as your ’cake’, do you, Zhou Wang?"

Jiang Qingkui leaned down, staring fiercely at Zhou Wang, speaking in a disdainful tone, "Tonight, I’ll make you understand, I’m not your dessert, you... are my toy!"

As she spoke, Jiang Qingkui already buried her delicate head between Zhou Wang’s neck.

"Hiss!"

Zhou Wang gasped, any will to resist quickly dissipating.

...

A sister’s lips are not just lips, but the spring water by the Seine.

As if in retaliation, it was now Jiang Qingkui’s turn to treat Zhou Wang as a dessert.

But whenever he glanced down to see Jiang Qingkui curiously poking at his body, Zhou Wang found it quite amusing.

Because at this moment, Jiang Qingkui, whose mature demeanor had significantly lessened, actually displayed a trace of an inexperienced little girl’s manner.

However, she seemed somewhat naive in these matters; after all, she always amused herself alone, probably it’s her first time having such an opportunity to explore so freely?

But things seemed to be gradually getting out of hand.

Because as she got into the state, Jiang Qingkui seemed to genuinely treat Zhou Wang like some sort of toy... speaking of toys, that was definitely Jiang Qingkui’s familiar territory.

She ignored the fact that Zhou Wang was still a conscious being, actually emancipating herself from her restraints by her own accord.

Zhou Wang watched as Jiang Qingkui straightened her waist, his eyes widening more and more.

No way, no way... will it happen?

Zhou Wang’s throat kept moving involuntarily, but he didn’t say anything to stop it, what he thought was that, you did this willingly, I can’t be blamed if you do...

Just when the dry-mouthed Zhou Wang’s anticipation reached its peak, Jiang Qingkui did not proceed further for a long time. Soon he realized it wasn’t that Jiang Qingkui didn’t want to, but she was somewhat unsure of what to do next.

"How come..."

Jiang Qingkui frowned, squirming endlessly in the darkness, clearly clueless about what to do.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Wang finally couldn’t take it any longer, yet just when he was about to flip over and guide Jiang Qingkui hand-in-hand into the New World, Jiang Qingkui suddenly gagged, then, under Zhou Wang’s bewildered gaze, seemingly drunk Jiang Qingkui suddenly collapsed onto him, motionless.

"Qingkui?"

Zhou Wang called out with no response, instantly getting anxious, he hastened closer to shake her arm, "No way, why are you suddenly out of it now, what happened to your previous spunk?"

"Sister Qingkui? Sister?" Zhou Wang shouted a few more times, receiving only Jiang Qingkui’s unconscious murmurs in response.

Jiang Qingkui was like a phone that suddenly lost its charge, clearly vibrant moments ago, yet now utterly unresponsive no matter what.

Zhou Wang was dumbfounded.

The key point was that he was still full of energy, yet Jiang Qingkui irresponsibly fell asleep...

"Damn..."

Zhou Wang glanced at Jiang Qingkui’s exquisite and fair form in the darkness, a mischievous idea arising, "You brought this on yourself!"

...

"I’ve seen the flowing streams of busy people, and the silent marshes neglected by all..."

When Jiang Qingkui opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache.

The song she had set as her alarm ringtone because she liked its lyrics had become, at this moment, increasingly grating.

Fumbling around, she finally found her phone under the pillow, turned off the alarm, and instinctively closed her eyes again, wanting to laze for a few more minutes.

But just a few seconds later, Jiang Qingkui’s jet-black eyes shot open.

No, this doesn’t quite seem like home...

As she gradually gathered a thread of clarity in her chaotic thoughts, last night’s events came flooding back through her memory like a tide.

A dinner party that was like a turning point in life, excitement, joy, and inexplicable gratitude...

After seeing her parents settled in, she sneaked off to book a room, even mysteriously inviting Zhou Wang over...

Then came being "bullied" by Zhou Wang, provoking her resentment that led her to take a bottle of wine from the bar and begin contemplating life in her drunken state...

And then?

Jiang Qingkui’s head was aching. Those scenes seemed to have a layer of paper over them, not only vague but completely disconnected.

Vaguely, it seemed she was riding on Zhou Wang, and maybe she even kissed him proactively?

As her chaotic thoughts became clearer, Jiang Qingkui recalled more details.

Her cheeks involuntarily turned scorching hot, yet fear arose because she realized her memory abruptly stopped at the moment she was kissing Zhou Wang’s chest, with everything afterward a complete blank.

Evidently, she had overestimated her alcohol tolerance...

But given how proactive she was, it’s unlikely Zhou Wang would miss out on such an ’offering’, would he?

Expression changing, Jiang Qingkui sat up, her nervousness peaked as she found herself completely unclothed.

Yet after secretly checking, Jiang Qingkui heaved a long sigh of relief... thankfully, the worst didn’t seem to happen.

Relieved yet skeptical, Jiang Qingkui couldn’t believe Zhou Wang simply let things be?

With a complex mix of gratitude welling up from her heart, Jiang Qingkui knew, even if Zhou Wang had crossed the line, she truly had no grounds to blame him...

After spacing out for a few seconds, Jiang Qingkui got out of bed, preparing to freshen up. Just as she lifted the blanket, she caught a strange smell.

"What’s that smell?"

Perplexed, Jiang Qingkui gently sniffed again, finally lowering her gaze to a part in front of her.

"This..."

Smart as she was, Jiang Qingkui immediately realized something, her cheeks flushed, vexation appearing on her face.

"Zhou Wang, you!"

She gritted her teeth, but soon, Jiang Qingkui, evidently recalling something, deflated like a balloon, hurriedly got out of bed, clutching her chest as she dashed to the bathroom.