Chapter 77 Strike While the Iron Is Hot

Lin Chen's movements became increasingly bold,

the desire in his eyes almost overflowing.

Feeling the person in his arms turn as soft as if she had no bones,

her breathing ragged and her gaze hazy,

she was clearly so dazed and weakened from the kiss

that even the thought of resisting had completely vanished.

A cunning and triumphant smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Seizing the moment while Xia Wanqing's consciousness was flickering and her mind was blank,

the hand that had been caressing her cheek

slowly slid down along her waist

and quietly slipped under her clothes.

His warm palm pressed directly against her delicate, smooth skin; the sensation was far more intense than through the fabric.

Soft and slippery,

it made Lin Chen's heart burn,

and his actions became even more unscrupulous.

His fingertips rubbed forcefully against her waist and abdomen,

occasionally giving that tender skin a gentle pinch.

Feeling the body in his arms tremble slightly from sensitivity,

along with those faint, suppressed soft moans,

he felt so good he could almost fly.

Immediately after, his hand took the opportunity to probe a few inches lower,

passing over her waist and abdomen to touch an even softer place.

Xia Wanqing's whole body jolted as if struck by a bolt of lightning,

instantly snapping out of her dazed state.

The blankness in her mind was replaced by a surge of intense bashfulness and panic.

Her breathing instantly became even more labored.

Her cheeks were so hot they seemed about to smoke, and even the tips of her ears were flushed red.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand and firmly pressed down on Lin Chen's hand, which was still exploring further down.

Her strength was several times greater than all her previous resistance,

and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Out of breath, she spoke

with a hint of panic and an imperceptible soft sweetness:

"No... you can't!"

Lin Chen's movements paused, a flash of playfulness in his eyes.

Without shrinking back in the slightest, he instead tilted his head slightly,

not waiting for her to say another word.

He lowered his head to seal her lips,

kissing her once again.

This time, he was even more domineering and fierce than before.

His tongue roughly pried open her teeth,

stirring and drinking deep at will.

It was as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

One hand held her waist tightly to keep her from moving,

while the other hand was held down by her,

yet he still refused to withdraw it, keeping it pressed against her skin.

His fingertips were still slightly rubbing,

constantly teasing her nerves.

Xia Wanqing instinctively wanted to struggle,

pushing hard against his chest with both hands.

But her whole body was weak, her strength pitifully small,

and with Lin Chen's kiss being so fierce and aggressive,

her resistance was soon overwhelmed.

She could only passively endure it, faint whimpers escaping her throat,

her eyes filled with bashfulness and panic,

as well as a trace of surrender she hadn't even noticed herself.

Her breathing became more and more erratic, and her heartbeat felt like it was about to burst from her chest.

After a moment, Lin Chen finally pulled away from her lips slightly,

his nose still brushing against hers.

Their warm breaths intertwined.

Seeing her eyes glistening with moisture, her cheeks flushed, and her breath coming in gasps,

the corner of his mouth quirked up in a cunning and ambiguous smile.

His tone carried a hint of playfulness and testing,

his voice deep and magnetic:

"Is it just that we can't do it here?"

He paused deliberately,

his fingertips still lightly brushing against her skin.

Watching her whole body shudder,

he then added unhurriedly:

"Or is it... that no matter where we are, we can't?"

Xia Wanqing was left weak all over by his kiss,

her mind still a bit dazed,

her eyes hazy and her cheeks burning.

Her breathing was still rapid, and hearing his words,

her cheeks turned even redder.

Her lips were slightly red and swollen,

bearing the marks of being kissed. She opened her mouth,

her voice soft and slurred,

with a hint of muddled confusion:

"Not... not here,"

"Next... next time..."

Before she could finish, she lowered her head in shame,

not daring to look into his eyes.

Her heart was shy and chaotic, yet there was also a hidden trace of anticipation.

Even she hadn't expected

that she would actually say the words 'next time'.

But that heart-fluttering and thrilling feeling just now

was indeed something she couldn't resist.

Hearing this, Lin Chen's eyes instantly lit up,

and his heart blossomed with joy; he felt fantastic.

He knew that Xia Wanqing's inner persistence had already begun to be overcome by him.

These words were undoubtedly the clearest signal to him.

He withdrew the hand that was still under her clothes,

and lowered his head to give her lips a light peck,

only then slowly releasing her tongue which was still slick with sweetness.

His tone carried a bit of doting and a bit of irresistible assertiveness:

"Alright, it's a promise."

"So next time, you can't refuse me again, okay?"

Xia Wanqing kept her head buried,

her cheeks hot enough to boil an egg.

Her fingertips tightly gripped the corner of his clothes,

and in a voice so faint it was almost silent,

like the hum of a mosquito, she gave a soft response:

"Mm..."

That single word of promise carried bashfulness, surrender,

and a heart full of throbbing excitement.

Even she could barely hear herself.

Lin Chen smiled contentedly,

reaching out to gently ruffle her hair.

His tone regained some composure,

but still carried a sense of doting:

"Let's go. Wanrou must be getting anxious waiting outside."

"If we don't leave now, she might get suspicious."

Only then did Xia Wanqing slowly raise her head,

the bashfulness in her eyes not yet fully faded.

Her gaze was still somewhat hazy. She bit her lip,

a trace of hesitation and guilt appearing on her face as she spoke timidly.

Her voice was soft:

"My... my sister likes you."

"You clearly know that, yet you still tease me like this."

"This... this is unfair to my sister; it's too cruel."

As she spoke, a flash of self-reproach appeared in her eyes.

She knew how much Xia Wanrou liked Lin Chen.

Since they were young, the two sisters had never fought over anything.

But now, she couldn't help but fall for Lin Chen's tenderness and dominance.

She had even tacitly allowed his intimacy.

She felt she was betraying her sister.

Seeing her guilty and hesitant look, a flash of understanding crossed Lin Chen's eyes.

A confident smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

His tone was certain:

"Unfair?"

"Do you remember what your sister said when we made that bet?"

Xia Wanqing's whole body stiffened.

Hearing the word 'bet',

the scene from back then flashed through her mind instantly.

Xia Wanrou's charming and serious voice rang clearly in her ears,

word for word, as if it were only yesterday:

"I won't be separated from my sister. I'm joining the bet too. If we lose, we'll both kiss you!"

She had always remembered those words,

but she had just been lightheaded from the intimacy,

and her mind had been clouded by guilt,

so she had momentarily forgotten.

She dithered for a moment, the guilt and hesitation in her eyes gradually dissipating.

In its place was a trace of bewilderment.

Seeing her realization, Lin Chen

smiled and pinched her cheek,

his tone carrying a bit of playfulness and certainty:

"You remember now, don't you?"

"Your sister is much more sensible than you."

"She doesn't mind the two of you sisters liking me at the same time."

He paused and leaned in close to her,

lowering his voice in a gentle and somewhat seductive tone:

"In her eyes, fairness or unfairness isn't important."

"What's most important is that she can be with you and that you two sisters aren't separated."

"Even if it means liking me together and staying by my side together, she is perfectly willing."

{Dating Strategy: You must analyze the woman's personality traits and take targeted measures to achieve unexpected results. Seize the right opportunity, and once you have made progress, strike while the iron is hot.}