165: Chapter 166 A Foolish Woman

In the morning, Leng Ba's long eyelashes fluttered a few times before she slowly opened her eyes.

The moment consciousness returned, the first thing she felt was an all-encompassing soreness throughout her body, a reminder of the madness she had experienced last night.

Immediately after, she realized she was curled up, stark naked, in a warm and solid embrace.

Jiang Jing's steady breathing was right by her ear, and his strong arms were domineeringly wrapped around her waist; their skin pressed against each other, tight without a single gap.

"Boom—"

Leng Ba's face turned bright red instantly, and those blush-inducing scenes from last night uncontrollably flooded into her mind.

How could she have been so bold? Were those shameful sounds and postures really made by her?

Cursing herself silently as "shameless," Leng Ba tried to quietly move her numb arm, but was terrified of waking the man beside her.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Jiang Jing's sleeping profile.

The morning light outlined his sharp, well-defined features, adding a rare touch of tranquility and softness.

Leng Ba stared, somewhat mesmerized, her heart beating faster involuntarily.

As if possessed by a ghost, her gaze slowly drifted down from his face, landing on his well-defined, powerful pectoral muscles and clearly chiseled abs.

Last night, she had been too lost in passion to appreciate them carefully...

An inexplicable impulse drove her.

Leng Ba held her breath and, like a thief, carefully extended a finger to gently touch Jiang Jing's pectoral muscle.

The texture was firm and elastic.

Wow... it feels so good...

Then, she sneakily slid her hand toward those neatly arranged abs, one block, two blocks... they felt full of explosive power.

It was as if she had discovered some extremely fun toy; the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a somewhat infatuated smile, almost letting out a "hehehe" giggle.

So this is how a man's body... feels to the touch?

Just as she was immersed in her exploration, and her fingertips were boldly preparing to sneak toward the edge of his mermaid line further down—

"Are you satisfied with what you're touching?"

A teasing voice rang out abruptly above her head.

Leng Ba's movements froze instantly! The infatuated smile on her face also solidified!

She jerked her head up, meeting Jiang Jing's gaze head-on.

Their eyes locked!

The air seemed to freeze at that moment!

Leng Ba's brain went "buzz" and blanked out; extreme embarrassment, like a tsunami, instantly engulfed her!

"Ah——!!!"

She let out a cry, and the next second, like a startled ostrich, she violently buried her burning face into Jiang Jing's chest, covering her face tightly with both hands, wishing she could just crawl inside and disappear!

"So embarrassing! So embarrassing! You were actually faking sleep! Wuwuwu..." A wail with a crying tone came from Jiang Jing's chest, her toes curling up in embarrassment.

This was the ultimate scene of social death!

Jiang Jing finally couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

He hugged her smooth back tighter to prevent her from jumping out of bed in sheer shame and anger, and deliberately said in a teasing tone, "How was I faking it? It was clearly you, this perverted woman, who was sneakily taking advantage of me and touched me awake."

"I did not! I... I was just... just checking how your muscles are doing!" Leng Ba kept her head buried and refused to admit it, her voice muffled and completely unconvincing.

"Oh? Does checking require touching so carefully? And giggling 'hehehe'?" Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow, mercilessly exposing her, "If you want to touch, just do it openly; why sneak around like a thief?"

Leng Ba, buried in his arms, was stunned.

That's right...

They were... already like that yesterday... they already had that kind of most intimate relationship...

So what if she touched him!

Did he touch her any less yesterday?!

Rubbing and kneading!

Thinking this way, Leng Ba suddenly felt a lot more justified!

The sense of embarrassment receded a little, replaced by a sense of legitimacy and confidence.

She suddenly lifted her head from Jiang Jing's arms, and although her cheeks were still flushed, she deliberately put on a "I'm very fierce" look and bluffed, "Yes! I touched you! So what! Is it not allowed!"

As she spoke, to prove herself, she deliberately reached out and pressed her hand onto Jiang Jing's abs again.

This time it wasn't sneaky; she patted them with a hint of provocation.

"Sure, of course it's allowed, you're welcome anytime, free to touch, lifetime membership." Jiang Jing went with the flow, grabbing her "offending" hand and pressing it onto his abs, "However, you're only allowed to touch me."

The atmosphere became ambiguous and intimate.

The two laughed and played, and Leng Ba gradually opened up, really starting to touch here and knead there with justification, showing great interest in Jiang Jing's great physique.

Jiang Jing was also happy to enjoy her kitten-like touches, occasionally counterattacking by tickling her, causing Leng Ba to dodge with startled laughter.

Her soft body twisted and turned in his arms, the fresh scent from her hair constantly drifting into his nose.

While laughing and playing, Leng Ba suddenly felt something was wrong...

Something hard and hot was aggressively pressing against her inner thigh...

Leng Ba's body stiffened instantly, and she dared not move around anymore.

She raised her eyes, meeting Jiang Jing's gaze, which had instantly become deep and swirling with familiar desire.

"Uh... Good, good morning..." Leng Ba stammered, trying to change the subject, using her hands and feet to try and slip out of his arms, "I, I should get up... Mmph!"

Before she could finish, she was flipped over and pinned back down by Jiang Jing.

"Want to run after you've touched enough?" Jiang Jing lowered his head, his hot breath spraying on her face, "You've started a fire, so you have to be responsible for putting it out..."

"I... I didn't... I'm not..." Leng Ba defended herself in vain, looking at the mischievous face above her, but her body honestly went soft.

A new round of war seemed about to begin.

Leng Ba thought, wanting to cry without tears: "Lust is a knife hanging over one's head," the ancients did not deceive me!