225: Chapter 218 Wow, married women are really something else!

Nazha's gaze was instantly and firmly drawn to that bottle of liquid!

As a celebrity, she knew the effects of the huanyan beauty serum all too well; it was already a miraculous product capable of driving women all over the world crazy!

And this one in Jiang Jing's hand... a premium custom version?

With even better effects?!

She took the bottle and gazed at the liquid inside, which seemed to flow with a life of its own. Her breathing quickened, and her voice trembled with disbelief: "This... is this...?"

"You'll know once you use it." Jiang Jing smiled, keeping her in suspense. "Go try it out, I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Unable to hold back any longer, Nazha gave a cheer, clutched the small bottle, and ran barefoot into the bathroom, even forgetting to close the door properly.

After a brief silence—

"Ahhhhhh——!!!"

A scream of disbelief erupted from the bathroom.

Immediately after, the bathroom door was yanked open. Nazha rushed out like a gust of wind, threw herself directly onto Jiang Jing, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and practically hung on him.

"Brother Jing, look, look at my face!!" She excitedly brought her face close to Jiang Jing's, her voice filled with ecstasy.

"My god, is this really me?! I feel like my skin has returned to when I was eighteen. Those fine lines, the dullness... they're all gone!!"

Jiang Jing had expected this. He smiled as he withstood her "impact," one hand naturally supporting her incredibly firm buttocks to keep her from falling.

"Hmm, the results are alright." Jiang Jing commented, feigning calmness.

"Alright?! This is nothing short of a miracle!!" Nazha was overwhelmed with excitement and began kissing Jiang Jing's face frantically and randomly.

Jiang Jing happily enjoyed the kisses the beauty had voluntarily offered.

Nazha remained hanging on Jiang Jing, wiggling her body in excitement. After a good while, that extreme state of agitation finally calmed down a little.

However, her eyes remained startlingly bright, and from time to time, she would reach out to touch her incredibly smooth face, giggling to herself.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she paused. The expression on her face turned strange, and she looked at Jiang Jing with suspicion.

"Brother Jing..." She dragged out her voice, carrying a hint of interrogation, "You just said... this is a standard benefit for all your women?"

"That's right." Jiang Jing admitted frankly.

"Well... Leng Ba has it, I know that." Nazha began counting on her fingers, her gaze becoming increasingly strange.

"But... I remember not long ago, Sister Ya's skin suddenly became impossibly good, as if she were a different person; it was so tender you could pinch water out of it."

"At the time, Sister Mi and I were curious and asked her what good things she used, but she stammered and couldn't explain it clearly..."

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with the shock and mockery of someone who had "cracked the case": "Good heavens! So Sister Ya had already been eaten up by you too?! Confess! Is that it?!"

Watching Nazha's cute "hurry up and confess" look, Jiang Jing couldn't help but laugh out loud and nodded straightforwardly: "Yeah, it happened not long after I first went to Hengdian."

So, he briefly told Nazha the story of how Tong Liya had "walked into the wrong room" that night, followed by their fiery passion.

Nazha listened, dumbfounded, her small mouth forming an 'O'. After a long while, she murmured: "My god, Sister Ya usually looks so gentle and dignified, I can't believe she's so bold?!"

"Are married women really more uninhibited? The charm and boldness of a married woman... I'm impressed, truly impressed!"

A complex expression appeared on her face, containing surprise, teasing, and a tiny bit of... strange competitiveness?

She suddenly pouted and counted on her fingers: "Leng Ba is first, Sister Ya is second... so doesn't that mean I'm only third? And here I thought I was second!"

The way she took it to heart made it seem as if this wasn't a romantic affair, but some important leaderboard.

Jiang Jing was amused by her unique train of thought and laughed out loud. He pinched her nose and said: "What's there to compare? It's not like climbing the ranks in a video game."

Nazha snorted softly, but soon, as if thinking of something, her eyes darted around, and she revealed a cunning expression that said, "I see the future."

"However... I estimate that my position as the third won't last long either."

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that simple?" Nazha analyzed articulately. "When I go back to Hengdian, and Sister Mi sees the state of my skin... do you think her nickname 'Yang the Fox' is just for show?"

"She'll definitely be able to guess what's going on, and when that time comes..."

Nazha imitated Da Mimi's lazy yet shrewd tone: " 'Yo, little sister Nazha, this skin of yours... tsk tsk tsk, have you been nourished by someone's rain and dew, or did you get someone's exclusive benefit?' "

Switching back to her own voice, she continued: "Sister Mi is also divorced, and she's a bit older than us, so her anxiety about her appearance must be even more severe!"

"Now that she sees Leng Ba, Sister Ya, and me all looking like we're aging in reverse, how could she possibly resist?"

"Her buffs are practically maxed out, okay? I bet she'll definitely be the next one to make a move!"

Jiang Jing listened to Nazha's analysis and found it quite reasonable. He chuckled, putting on the standard expression of a scumbag: "Let her come. There's no reason to push away a delicious meal that's delivered to your doorstep. I'll take it all!"

"Pah! You lecher! You big jerk!" Nazha rolled her eyes at him in annoyance and poked his chest with her slender, jade-like finger.

Her eyes glimmered, and suddenly she wrapped herself around him again. She circled her arms around Jiang Jing's neck, her breath as fragrant as an orchid, her voice soft and alluring:

"Since you're leaving tomorrow... then today's final world for two must belong entirely to me. I have to make the most of it~"

As she spoke, she offered her red lips, and her body pressed tightly against him.

Jiang Jing naturally understood what she meant. With a low laugh, he wrapped his arms around her waist and fell back onto the soft bed once more.

"As you wish..."

Thus, on this day before leaving Shanghai, Nazha completely let herself go, pestering Jiang Jing in the hotel's presidential suite for almost the entire day, as if she didn't know what fatigue was.

She tried to pre-pay, all at once, for the amount she might miss out on during the long period they wouldn't be able to see each other.

Jiang Jing couldn't help but sigh to himself: "This girl... she really isn't afraid of dying..."