Chapter 1.2

I smiled back at him. “Hi.”

He reached out for the rice noodles in my hand and said with a slight frown, “The noodles are all soggy by now, right?

Hey! I didn’t come here to fucking deliver noodles!

I followed him into the house.

I thought it would be a little awkward, but as soon as he entered the house, he went to the kitchen to take out bowls and chopsticks. After pouring the noodles into bowls and placing them on the dining table, he even asked me if I wanted to eat fermented bean curd. 1

“Yes,” I said.

I reminded myself: I’m here for a hookup. After eating, I need to get laid before I leave.

The fermented bean curd in his house was very delicious.

When I was almost finished eating, he went out to answer a phone call. I took my bowl to the kitchen after I finished eating. I was washing the bowl when I was startled by a hand stretching out from behind me.

He took over the bowl from me and placed it in the sink. With a smile, he said, “Just leave it there.”

He was leaning a little close to me, but not to the point of being ambiguous. It was the safe distance of a friend.

We weren’t considered friends, though.

I shook the water off my hands and turned to face him.

His expression was somewhat innocent. “I have something to do. I need to go out for a bit.”

Hmm? So my hookup was a dud?

“It’s not easy to take a taxi here. Wait for me, I’ll send you home after I change my clothes,” he said.

“You’re the one who asked me to come,” I couldn’t help but emphasize.

I was reluctant to leave just like that.

He was slightly stunned. He tilted his head and asked me in a negotiating tone, “Then wait for me at home? I’ll be back soon.”

That would be too pathetic of me to do that.

“Forget it,” I had no choice but to say with a smile. “ I’ll call a cab on my own.”

I turned around to walk towards the door, but my wrist was grabbed in an instant. I didn’t struggle, and with a gentle pull, I returned to the original location.

He lowered his head and stared at me with his beautiful peach blossom-shaped eyes.

I had a sense of excitement similar to that of snagging a limited edition branded item in a bargain sale.

He asked me, “Do you like the kitchen, living room, or bedroom?”

“The bedroom,” I said.

He smiled. “Just what I wanted.”

He led me upstairs to a romantic-looking bedroom.

Red wine and scented candles sat on the windowsill, LED star lights hung from the curtains and ceiling, and there was no other furniture in the room except a wide bed in the center.

I was actually a little disgusted. Who knew how many women had rolled on this bed.

“Can we go back to the previous step?”

He was a little puzzled. “Which step?”

“The step of choosing a location. I want to choose somewhere else.”

With a smile, he said, “It’s too late. The system doesn’t have this option.”

And then I was pushed.

The bed, was very soft.

The person, was very hard.

He sat with his legs apart on top of me. While looking down at me, he slowly undressed and unbuttoned his pants. My head became a little hot when the edge of his gray underwear was exposed.

So fucking sexy.

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With one hand placed against the bed beside my head and the other deftly unbuttoning my shirt from top to bottom, he leaned down and stared at me.

He took quite a long time with it, so long that I started to reflect on whether I was wearing the wrong clothes.

After finally unbuttoning my clothes, he glanced down, then after a slight pause, he looked into my eyes again, and his eyes were like blazing fire.

Under my shirt dress, I merely wore a lace spaghetti strap nightgown, with nothing else underneath.

“You came here dressed like this?” he asked with an ambiguous half-smile on his face.

When he said those words, his hand was climbing up my waist. There seemed to be a small flame on his palm, setting the thin layer of fabric on my body on fire, and burning down every last blade of grass everywhere it traveled.

Finally, he came to a halt at my breasts, tracing the outline with his long index finger, causing a wave of tingling sensation to wash over me.

I gripped his hand; my breath was erratic. “Stop playing around. Do it faster.”

I didn’t want to flirt; I simply wanted to fuck.

With a slightly raised brow, he held my hand and dragged it along his leg, moving up from the inside of his knee and stopping at a crucial position.

“How can I go fast with something like this? Only a vibrator doesn’t do foreplay. It goes straight to the point.”

I choked on my words.

He leaned in again, his fingers sliding into my nightgown along my inner thighs, and wandered inside.

It started to become a little hard for me to breathe.

When he lowered his head to bite my neck, I dodged.

The marks left here would be too easy to be found.

He didn’t seem to notice. After pulling off the straps of my nightgown, his lips continued downwards.

I was soon defeated by the attack from the top and bottom.

He pulled out a condom, removed his pants, pressed my waist, and plunged forward in one swift motion.

Although he had done enough foreplay, I still felt a bit of pain. The name of Little Steel Cannon really deserved his reputation.

He let out a sigh. His lustful eyes were foggy, and his comfortable expression was a little endearing.

He paused inside and reminded me, “Relax a little.”

“I am very relaxed,” I told him.

He laughed, and naturally, his lower part moved as he laughed. I stifled a grunt.

豆腐乳 (Fermented bean curd) (Pic source https://m.pingguolv.com/sl/yingyang/179057.html )