Chapter 82. Fake Org*sm.

The last time they got a room was when Chen Jiashu paid for it. It was still funny to think of how smug she was after paying for it, as if it was just yesterday when he first got laid. They were nibbling at each other from the time they got out of the lift, kissing all the way. He even left his jacket at the lift door without looking at it.

Recalling the scene from that day, Chen Du’s lips curled up before he frowned. He handed his ID card to the front desk clerk, holding the petite girl in his hands. The two of them didn’t seem to know what a combination they were. Like playful teenagers who stayed out at night, like a confused couple who didn’t bring their keys to the hotel, like a broke brother and sister on the run, expensive and dishevelled. Standing there, their figures alone attracted the attention of almost everyone in the lobby at the moment. The few people in the lobby at the moment were all looking at them.

The clerk, who was working like a robot, couldn’t help but look up at Chen Du. He was standing there with a cold face, staring back openly. The clerk only glanced at him before scurrying away and reverting back to being a robot.

D a m n , a m i n o r i s s o i m p o s i n g .

Today, Chen Jiashu had no more strength to pull his clothes off, so Chen Du was able to make his way to his room unharmed.

The room was large. The large bedroom had a small ensuite, and the bathroom had a round bath, with more than enough room for two people. Chen Du carried Chen Jiashu into the bathroom, took off her clothes, and put them on the marble table. He turned on the tap and warm water rose from the four water outlets. When the waterline was almost reached, he put her in, squeezed out the shampoo, and washed her hair.

The warm, fragrant lather poured onto her scalp, and Chen Jiashu, who had been wandering too much, finally came back to her senses. She turned her head to look at Chen Du, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Washing your hair, giving you a bath, and putting you to sleep.” He pressed her eyelids to make her close her eyes, and with his other hand, he skillfully thwarted the foam on her head. He dutifully played the role of a hair-washing and thwarting bath master.

“I can do it myself. It’s almost time for you to go back.” Chen Jiashu yawned and lifted her hand to her hair, flicking his hand to indicate that she could just do it herself.

“Go back where?”

“Home.” Chen Jiashu gave him a what-do-you-say look.

Chen Du looked at her, his hand on her head unmoving, his expression fading, “You’re kicking me out?”

The words were so hard to hear. How did she kick him out? “Oh, you still want to spend the night here and have the driver pick you up from the hotel tomorrow to go to school? Or did you ask Chen Jinan to bring your breakfast here?”

Chen Du frowned, “Of course not. I’ll sleep with you and go back before dawn. No one will find out.”

“Don’t, I can’t c*m again today. I’ll really die if I do it again. ” Chen Jiashu propped herself up against the wall of the bath and turned around. She leaned against the wall and faced him, grinning broadly as she opened her legs and pointed her hand there. It was a lewd and revealing pose with a serious expression. “You’ve made me swollen.”

“I didn’t say I’d do it! Can’t I just simply just sleep? “

“You can, but it’s not necessary.”

“How is sleeping with someone you like unnecessary?”

“What like?”

“What do you mean “what like?”” Chen Du pursed his lips and said, “Didn’t you say it yourself? You like me? “

She half tilted her head, her eyebrows twitching as if she remembered, and glanced at him lazily, “You believe what I say in bed, too.”

“What do you mean?” He paused, like he’d taken a dud.

“Tsk, just hey, ever heard of a fake orgasm?”

“What?”

Chen Jiashu rolled her eyes, “Many women deliberately scream and act turned on in order to make their dumb husbands happy. They say they’re here, dying, dying, when in reality they’re already dry down there. That’s why acting is better than working hard. “

“….” His heart went cold for a second, “You faked an org*sm?”

“Why are you so stupid?” She scratched his nose with her hand. “It’s an analogy. An analogy, get it? Tsk, it’s hopeless. ” She shook her head repeatedly and turned on the shower to rinse her hair.

As she did so, she mentally spat at Chen Du. What an idiot! A smart idiot. A smart and crazy idiot. Just kidding, he was acting like he was going to f*ck her to death at that time. Was there any way she could live without saying she liked him?

“Oh yes,” she said, her fair, plain face peeking out of the column of water towards Chen Du, who hadn’t gone before her, “My org*sm was absolutely real. This I promise.”

She raised her three fingers and curled her lips slightly, smiling sincerely and ruthlessly.

Chen Du felt as if he had returned to the starting point after a roller coaster ride, and his heart sank suddenly.