Chapter 322: How about it? Are you convinced or not?

"You... how is this helping... it's clearly... it's molesting..."

Yang Mi's voice carried a coquettish tone, seemingly despising someone's shameless behavior.

"You... what are you fumbling around with..."

Yang Mi tried to avoid the mischievous large hand, "So horny..."

"I'm seriously helping you wash up, Boss Yang." Jiang Jing said nonsense with a straight face.

Yet his hand movements became even more excessive, wandering restlessly everywhere.

Yang Mi's breathing became unsteady, and she spat at Jiang Jing, "You lecher... stop immediately... how can I take a bath like this..."

Hearing this, Jiang Jing laughed silently.

But he leaned his head to her ear, "Fine, you wash yourself... then I'll eat something else..."

Immediately after, a burst of ambiguous sounds echoed in the bathroom.

After a long while, Jiang Jing raised his head, looking at the dazed Yang Mi in his arms, his voice filled with teasing:

"Reciprocity, shouldn't Boss Yang also help me wash up?"

Yang Mi gave him a glare with alluring eyes, but that look had zero lethality.

Not wanting to be outdone, she also squeezed some shower gel onto her hands, and her small hands began to wash and scrub Jiang Jing's back.

Her movements were a bit stiff and shy at first, but soon, her small hands also began to become restless.

Jiang Jing let out a muffled groan, his muscles instantly tensing up.

"Hmm? Where is Boss Yang... helping me wash?" Jiang Jing's voice carried clear teasing.

Yang Mi's face was so red it was almost dripping blood, yet she stubbornly held her ground.

Her voice was faint, carrying a trace of trembling, "It's... it's just reciprocity..."

The following conversation became increasingly blurred, leaving only some water sounds that sparked the imagination.

"Is... is it enough... are you done washing?" Jiang Jing's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying urgency.

"Mmm... it's... it's about done..." Yang Mi's response seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

"Splash—"

It seemed to be the sound of the shower being turned off.

Immediately after, the bathroom door was yanked open, carrying a wave of steam.

Jiang Jing strode out, carrying Yang Mi in his arms.

He walked to the bedside in a few steps and tossed the delicate body in his arms, which could drive countless men crazy, onto the large bed.

Yang Mi sank into the soft large bed, letting out a soft moan.

Before she could make any reaction, Jiang Jing accurately delivered another passionate kiss to her.

Yang Mi only struggled symbolically before extending her arms, tightly wrapping them around his neck, responding passionately.

... (To prevent censorship, I can only write up to here)

For a moment, it seemed as if an earthquake had occurred in the entire room.

Fortunately, the bed was of good quality and didn't collapse during this localized earthquake.

I don't know how long it had been, but the sounds in the room finally gradually subsided.

Jiang Jing let out a satisfied long breath, leaning lazily against the soft pillow, his chest rising and falling slightly.

A satisfied smile hung at the corners of his mouth.

Beside him, Yang Mi's condition was much more tragic.

She was like someone who had all her bones removed, lying limply on top of Jiang Jing's sturdy chest.

She didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Her originally fair skin was now covered in alluring blushes.

Those beautiful eyes, usually lively and cunning, were now somewhat dazed and glistening with moisture, even rolling slightly upward, as if she was still immersed in the earth-shattering storm from just moments ago and hadn't regained her senses.

Her hair was completely soaked with sweat, sticking to her flushed cheeks and smooth forehead.

Not only did she not look disheveled, but it added a few parts of laziness and allure instead.

It was just that her body still trembled uncontrollably from time to time.

The whole person looked like she had indeed been ravaged quite heavily by Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing lowered his head, looking at the delicate body in his arms, a wicked smile hooked at the corner of his mouth.

This "Boss Yang," who dominated the entertainment industry and was known for being shrewd and strong.

Was now lying on him, unable to move, and a strong sense of conquest and satisfaction welled up.

He gently curled a strand of her sweat-dampened hair with his finger, his voice husky: "How about it, Boss Yang? Do you submit now?"

Yang Mi's pupils slowly focused, her scattered consciousness being pulled back to reality bit by bit.

Hearing these boastful words from Jiang Jing, she panted heavily, opened her mouth unhappily, and bit down neither too lightly nor too heavily on his chest.

Leaving a shallow tooth mark as a silent protest.

"Hiss—" Jiang Jing cooperatively gasped, then immediately chuckled lowly.

The position was a bit off, and Jiang Jing seemed to have the thought of battling again.

Yang Mi sensed Jiang Jing's intention and was frightened, her face turning pale.

She hurriedly begged for mercy repeatedly, her voice soft and glutinous, completely devoid of her usual queenly demeanor:

"Good brother... I know I was wrong... spare me... I won't dare to do it again..."

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Jiang Jing also knew that she had indeed reached her limit of endurance.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the restless thoughts.

His tone also softened a bit: "In consideration of your not-bad performance, I'll let you off the hook this time."

Only then did Yang Mi heave a long sigh of relief, her whole body completely limp in his arms as if she had collapsed.

In her heart, she was both fearful and puzzled: Is this guy made of iron?

He's simply like a tireless bull!

That little girl Leng Ba looks so soft and weak, how on earth does she endure it?

I at least... at least I'm someone who has experienced life, and I was almost killed by him, this isn't reasonable!

Thinking of this, she gathered a bit of strength, raised those watery big eyes, and glared fiercely at Jiang Jing.

Her tone was resentful: "Do you not feel sorry for me at all? You only know how to ravage me hard..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jing immediately cried out in injustice: "Heaven and earth are my witness! I really didn't!"

"I'm puzzled myself, why am I so fired up when I'm with you." He said this vaguely, but the meaning was very clear.

Yang Mi gave him a roll of her eyes, too lazy to even roast him.

Jiang Jing gently comforted her.

Suddenly, the topic shifted, and his tone carried a bit of recollection and seriousness: "Seriously, Mimi, actually when I first met you, I really didn't think you were that good-looking."

These words were like a thunderclap on flat ground, instantly igniting the powder keg.

Yang Mi, who had just been as soft as a puddle of mud, suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes wide open, flames of shame and anger burning within them.