47: Chapter 47 Su Ran: I really didn't provoke you!

The heavy solid wood entrance door completely shut out the noise from the outside world.

At the entryway.

Su Ran's arms were wrapped tightly around Zhang Qi's neck, her whole body like a soft vine, wishing she could meld herself completely into Zhang Qi's body.

Her kiss was chaotic, carrying a sense of desperate madness and inexperience.

At this moment, she had completely lost her usual calmness and rationality, only relying on instinct to take and to reciprocate.

Zhang Qi supported the back of her head with one hand, while his other hand traced down along her slender waist.

Under his touch was the taut fabric of her hip-hugging skirt and its astonishing curves.

He was in no rush to respond, letting this usually cold and capable mature woman fawn over him clumsily in his arms like an apprentice eager to please.

A muffled groan escaped Su Ran's throat, her body so soft she could barely stand.

Zhang Qi bent down, his arms sliding under the back of her knees, and scooped her up into his arms.

She was light, but had plenty of substance where it counted.

Su Ran gasped, subconsciously hugging Zhang Qi tighter.

She tilted her head to look at Zhang Qi's close-up, sharp-featured face, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

Zhang Qi carried her through the spacious and bright living room, walking straight into the master bedroom.

The finishing standards for Yunduan No. 1 were extremely high.

In the center of the master bedroom sat a two-meter-wide Italian minimalist bed.

The bed was covered with a four-piece bedding set gifted by the developer.

Generally speaking, the first thing people who bought houses here did after moving in was to pack up and throw away these freebies; after all, since they were gifts, it felt uncomfortable to lie on them.

But at this moment, neither of them cared about such trivialities.

Zhang Qi walked to the bedside and loosened his hands.

Su Ran fell into the soft bedding.

Even though it was just gifted bedding, it was a top-tier property after all, using high-thread-count pure cotton sateen that felt extremely soft and delicate, carrying a faint, unique scent of new fabric.

Su Ran's body sank into the bedding, her long black hair spread out in a disarray.

Two buttons of her white shirt had popped open during their entanglement, revealing a large expanse of dazzling whiteness and a bottomless cleavage.

Her black hip-hugging skirt was slightly rolled up, and her slender, beautiful legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, were crossed and rubbing together restlessly.

She looked up at Zhang Qi, who stood by the bed looking down at her, her eyes misty, her chest heaving violently.

Zhang Qi unhurriedly took off his custom-made suit jacket, worth over a hundred thousand, and tossed it onto the leather armchair nearby.

Then, his tie and shirt followed.

His Physique was now as high as 81 points, and after taking off his clothes, one could even see the clear muscle definition on his body.

It wasn't the kind of exaggerated, stiff muscle built in a Gym, but rather, like a leopard, with smooth lines, full of power and masculinity.

Su Ran watched Zhang Qi's bare upper body, unable to stop herself from swallowing hard.

She had originally thought that white-collar workers like Zhang Qi, who struggled in the financial circle and sat in front of computers watching the markets all day, would mostly be in a sub-healthy state; even if they were rich, their stamina might not be that good.

But it seemed she had been wrong.

Zhang Qi knelt on the bed with one knee, his tall frame bringing an intense sense of oppression as he completely cast Su Ran under his shadow.

He reached out, his cool fingertips tracing Su Ran's cheek, sliding down along her slender neck, and stopping at the third button of her white shirt.

"I'll do it myself."

Su Ran's voice trembled, carrying a hint of undisguisable shyness.

She reached out with slightly shaking hands, wanting to undo the buttons.

But Zhang Qi held her hand down.

"I like to do it myself."

Zhang Qi's voice was deep, carrying an irresistible dominance.

Su Ran immediately and obediently let go, letting Zhang Qi have his way.

Rip.

It wasn't the sound of buttons being undone, but the sound of fabric being torn directly.

Zhang Qi couldn't be bothered with those tedious buttons; he grabbed the lapels of the shirt with both hands and yanked them apart.

The high-end chiffon fabric was as fragile as scrap paper in the face of absolute strength.

Buttons flew off, hitting the wooden floor with a crisp sound.

Su Ran gasped, subconsciously wanting to raise her hands to cover herself.

But she quickly suppressed this instinct.

She was Zhang Qi's woman now; she didn't need any cover in front of Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi looked at the scenery before him.

The bedding of the top-tier apartment was indeed soft and delicate.

But compared to the skin Su Ran was revealing at this moment, it seemed coarse.

It was an ultimate temptation that made one's blood boil at a single glance.

There was no unnecessary chatter.

The temperature in the room climbed to its peak in an instant.

Time lost its meaning in this enclosed space.

The glaring afternoon sun, as the sun dipped westward, gradually turned into an orange-red sunset glow.

The sunset glow spilled into the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an ambiguous warm hue over the messy bed.

Night fell.

The neon lights of Shenzhen, this city that never sleeps, began to light up one by one, the noise of the bustling traffic blocked outside by the thick soundproof glass, leaving only the starlight-like lights to witness this long and wild battle.

Until the clock on the wall pointed to past five in the afternoon.

The blush-inducing movements in the room finally gradually ceased.

The central air conditioning in the master bedroom had been working dutifully, blowing a gentle cool breeze that slightly dispersed the thick, almost inseparable scent of hormones in the room, and the temperature cooled down as well.

On the large Italian minimalist bed.

It was a mess.

The torn white shirt, ripped black stockings, and that wrinkled hip-hugging skirt were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Su Ran was like a puddle of mud, completely limp in the bedding.

She panted heavily, her chest heaving violently, her delicate face flushed with an unnatural redness, and a few strands of hair soaked with sweat stuck to her cheeks, making her look pitiful yet extremely alluring.

Her eyes were even a bit unfocused, carrying a sense of deep disbelief.

It was too outrageous.

Although Su Ran had always held onto her bottom line until today and was a genuine virgin.

But living in this era of information explosion, how could she not understand the things between men and women?

Her colleagues made dirty jokes all day, and all kinds of lewd anecdotes flew around on the internet.

In her perception, men, especially those big bosses who were successful and busy with social drinking all day, were mostly all show and no substance.

Many times, they even needed the help of some little blue pills to barely maintain a man's dignity.

She had made full mental preparations today.

Since she had decided to cling to Zhang Qi's thick thigh, no matter if Zhang Qi was just a three-minute wonder or had some special quirks, she would grit her teeth and endure it, and even have to pretend to be extremely enjoying it and unable to get enough, giving Zhang Qi enough emotional value.

But the reality was that Zhang Qi didn't need her to pretend at all.

From entering the door after two in the afternoon until now, past five.

Although there were short breaks in between, that storm-like offensive had almost taken her apart and put her back together again.

Zhang Qi was like he didn't know what fatigue was.

Su Ran, from the initial inexperience and pain.

To later trying hard to cater to him and being proactive in order to please him.

And finally, to losing the ability to think entirely, only being able to bear it by instinct, and even crying and begging for mercy.

She had truly and genuinely experienced what it meant to be a woman's joy.

Su Ran turned her head slightly.

Looking at Zhang Qi lying beside her.

Her eyes became incomparably infatuated, even carrying a kind of fanatical worship.

Wealthy and generous, able to casually drop millions to buy a house and car in full.

Handsome, with a steady temperament.

Most importantly, his body was so outrageous.

This was simply a perfect male god that only existed in novels.

Su Ran felt like everything was a dream.

Except for having no status or title, she had obtained almost everything a woman could fantasize about.

The right to live in a top-tier apartment worth over five million, a sugar daddy who could casually give away a luxury watch worth hundreds of thousands, and a powerful man who could make her feel like she was in heaven in bed.

Status meant nothing.

In the face of absolute strength and ultimate experience, those ethereal things were completely worthless.

Su Ran took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the feeling of soreness and weakness in her body.

She propped up her tired, weak body, and like a docile Persian cat, moved over bit by bit, gently resting her chin on Zhang Qi's solid chest.

Wrapping her hands around Zhang Qi's waist.

Skin against skin, temperature being transferred.

"Brother Qi, are you tired?"

Su Ran tilted her head slightly up, her moist peach-blossom eyes filled with tenderness and concern, her voice hoarse and soft, carrying a unique, post-coital charm.

When she asked this, it was truly out of one hundred percent concern.

It had been too intense just now; she felt like she had almost lost half her life.

She would rather be tired herself than let Zhang Qi be tired.

She was even secretly reflecting in her heart.

Was she too terrible just now?

Because it was her first time, it was too painful; not only did she fail to cooperate properly, but she even cried several times, shouting for him to stop.

Would this make Brother Qi feel disappointed?

If she had been more proactive and let go more, would it have made him feel more comfortable?

Su Ran's mind was full of how to please Zhang Qi and how to solidify her position in this man's heart.

But she didn't know.

In this world, there are two types of words that are absolute provocations to men.

The first is "Can you do it?"

The second is "Are you tired?"

Especially in a situation like this, just after a big battle had ended and the two were still baring themselves to each other.

Zhang Qi felt fine; to say he wasn't tired at all would be impossible, after all, it had been a long time.

However, hearing this delicate inquiry coming from his chest.

Zhang Qi's expression instantly turned serious. He lowered his head, looking at this little enchantress who didn't know what was good for her, lying on his chest.

Su Ran's appearance at this moment was truly too alluring.

The inexperience of someone who had just gone through their first time hadn't completely faded, tear stains still hung at the corners of her eyes, and her whole body was in a posture of fawning.

This contrast between inexperience and indulgence was simply a double critical hit to a man's vision and psychology.

Zhang Qi's lips curled into a playful arc.

He had originally intended to cherish her a bit.

But since she had taken the initiative to provoke him.

Then this matter couldn't just end like this.

A man's dignity in this regard must be defended with actual action.

Zhang Qi's arm suddenly exerted force, grabbing Su Ran's slender waist, and with one clean flip.

Between the spinning world.

Su Ran gasped, and her whole body was pressed back into the soft bed.

Zhang Qi looked down at her, his eyes shining with an extremely aggressive and dangerous light.

"Are you tired?"

Zhang Qi chuckled, his voice deep and full of oppression.

"You'll know if you try again."

Hearing this, and feeling the obvious change in Zhang Qi's body.

Su Ran was shocked, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes instantly widening into rounds.

She was completely dumbfounded.

No, I really was just purely concerned about you.

I absolutely didn't mean to provoke you!

My legs are shaking right now, and my waist is so sore it feels like it's about to break; how can I take any more!

Su Ran's face immediately showed an expression of wanting to cry but having no tears.

"Brother Qi, I didn't mean that..."

She hurriedly reached out her hands to press against Zhang Qi's chest, trying to explain.

But at this moment, it was obviously too late to explain.

Zhang Qi didn't even give her a chance to finish her sentence, directly lowering his head to seal her rosy lips.

All protests and pleas for mercy were blocked in her throat, turning into incoherent whimpers.

The temperature in the room, which had just cooled down, suddenly soared again at this moment.

Su Ran's hands, which were pressed against Zhang Qi's chest, gradually lost their strength, and finally, she could only helplessly and submissively climb onto his broad back, her fingers gripping those solid muscles tightly.