Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 172: A Beautiful Gold-Digger Who Wants to Cling to the Rich and Powerful (1)

Hearing the system prompt, Jingyu curled the corners of his mouth and slid his fingertips down along his Adam's apple.

"like?"

"Do not......"

Jingyu smiled and held out his hand.

A soft bell rang in the room.

"You say one thing and mean another," Jingyu commented, narrowing his eyes.

Even she could hear his heartbeat.

"What about this?"

After saying that, she leaned over, pressed her lips against his, and skillfully pried open the clam shell to explore the soft inside.

This man's kissing style was just like her: strong, suffocating, and aggressive in an undeniable way. He was as bad as a tyrant who had just won a battle and was now patrolling his territory.

After a few seconds of passivity, Yu Zhongyang was unwilling to be outdone and took the initiative, chasing after her with a red face. He took a step forward for every time Jingyu took a step back.

He didn't stop until his scalp was torn and hurt, and was forced to separate from the other person.

At this moment, his eyes were hazy, with a watery reflection in them, and his lips were covered with Jingyu red lipstick.

His breathing became very rapid, and Jingyu could slowly feel his changes.

She released her right hand, but Yu Zhongyang's head still fell backwards weakly. His slender neck was covered with bulging blue veins, revealing the black edge underneath.

He kept breathing heavily, and the hot air hit Jingyu's face.

Yu Zhongyang felt as if he was on a cliff, with a man-eating dragon in front of him and an endless abyss behind him.

He was between a rock and a hard place.

"Like it?"

Jingyu reached out, hooked out the gift she had given, and pulled it hard.

"Speak." She reached out and patted Yu Zhongyang's face.

"Uh--"

The blush spread from his face to his ears, then to his neck and chest, and was hidden under his clothes.

As if tamed, Yu Zhongyang became much more obedient. Even when he was slapped in the face, he didn't get angry. Instead, he rubbed his face against her cold palm, as if to cool himself down, and sighed.

"......like."

When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was extremely hoarse.

Like a broken jar, he poured out all his words without hesitation: "I like you very much... treat me like this."

"Let's be together, okay?"

"No Song Juyuan, no Zhang Hengyi, just the two of us."

"Kyoyu——"

Jingyu interrupted her and pulled the trap.

Yu Zhongyang bit the flesh on his cheek:

"Owner."

Jingyu then smiled and said, "How good of you."

[Ding—The favorability of the mission target, Yu Zhongyang, has increased by 10%. The current favorability is 95%.]

At this moment, a cell phone rang suddenly. The sound came from under the two of them. Jingyu looked down and saw light shining through the fabric in Yu Zhongyang's trouser pocket.

Kyung-yu reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, the screen lighting up with the caller's message.

Jingxian.

Jingyu put on a smile and showed the screen to Yu Zhongyang.

Yu Zhongyang frowned slightly, and before he could say the word "hang up", he saw Jingyu slide the answer button and then press the hands-free button.

"you--"

Yu Zhongyang was about to ask her to hang up when Jing Xian's anxious voice came from the phone.

"Ayang, what are you doing? Why haven't you replied to my messages for so many days? Is something wrong?"

Yu Zhongyang looked at Jingyu without saying a word. Seeing that she seemed to be smiling, she used her mouth to make the word "speak".

"I, nothing's wrong." He had to speak up to deal with it.

Yu Zhongyang was about to put her off: "I'm going to bed. If you have nothing else, I'll hang up first."

"Hey! Don't hang up yet."

On the other side, Jing Xian noticed that something was wrong with Yu Zhongyang. She stood up from the sofa and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with your voice? Are you sick?"

"No."

Yu Zhongyang said to Jingyu in an accent: "Hang up."

Jingyu couldn't let him get what he wanted.

Then he grabbed the snake's vital point in a vicious way.

"Well--"

"Ayang? What's that noise?" Jingxian's voice came from the receiver: "Are you sick? Where are you now?"

Yu Zhongyang was trembling all over, holding his mouth and not saying a word, as if he was undergoing some great torture, even his eye sockets were red from holding his breath.

Jingyu felt all the other person's blood rushing into her palm.

"Ayang! You are at home, right? I'm coming to see you now."

Yu Zhongyang immediately said quickly: "No! I'm not sick! I'm in the dormitory! What can I do for you? If not, just hang up."

Jing Xian was stunned.

She was indeed very busy some time ago and had somewhat neglected Yu Zhongyang.

She sent messages to Yu Zhongyang these days but received no reply, and couldn't find him at the bar either.

Jing Xian felt that Yu Zhongyang seemed to be gradually distancing himself from her.

She was a little panicked, so she called.

She knew that Yu Zhongyang had the habit of staying up late and would usually play games until one or two o'clock in the morning.

"...I'm fine, it's just that you haven't been replying to my messages lately. I thought something happened to you." Jing Xian pursed her lips and explained, "I'm glad you're okay."

Yu Zhongyang's head was about to explode. He was thinking about why Jing Xian hadn't hung up the phone yet! Why didn't Jing Yu help him hang up the phone!

Obviously he shouldn't put his expectations on others.

The badly behaved dragon was pressing him down with its sharp claws, preventing him from moving, and forcing him to use a bit of his spiritual consciousness to deal with the person who was calling.

Seeing that he was about to reach the critical point, Jingyu slowly hung up the phone and let go.

Yu Zhongyang first took a few deep breaths, his chest rising and falling, and then he said aggrievedly, "Why do you want me to answer her call?"

Jingyu got up from his lap, tossed her phone on the bed, and poured herself a glass of water.

"What? Don't you like her?" Jingyu turned sideways and poured another glass of ice water and brought it to Yu Zhongyang.

He was trying to explain when a cold glass was pressed against his lips and he was forced to accept the ice water that was fed to him.

Jingyu's method was very rough. It was more like pouring water in rather than feeding it.

Yu Zhongyang frowned and choked. Water droplets continued to flow out from the edge of the cup, rolling down from his chin to his neck, wetting the collar and chest of his shirt.

"Cough cough cough-"

Jingyu put the quilt back on the table with considerable force, making a crisp sound.

Yu Zhongyang coughed and followed Jingyu's figure with his eyes.

I saw her go to the bathroom to wash her hands. After coming out, she stood at the end of the bed, picked up the suit jacket on the bed and started putting it on.

"Where are you going?" Yu Zhongyang frowned.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Yu Zhongyang became anxious and began to struggle with his hands behind his back.

Jingyu casually put on her bag, walked in front of Yu Zhongyang, and in front of him, she called Jingxian with her mobile phone.

After a minute, Jingxian finally picked up the phone: "...Hello? Jingyu?"

Jingyu bent down, put her hands on Yu Zhongyang's legs, and kept her eyes at the same level as him.

His eyes were fixed on Yu Zhongyang, but there was a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"He's with me, Tingyue 8503."

After saying this, he hung up the phone.

Yu Zhongyang stared at her blankly. His body temperature began to drop, and the glass of ice water seemed to pour down from his head and soak his entire body.

"you......"

His eyes were filled with shock and grievance, like a big dejected dog with drooping ears, and he even forgot to ask the question "Why do you treat me like this?"

Jingyu patted his face and smiled as brightly as the sun.

"It's just for fun, don't take it seriously."