Chapter 387 I shared the same feelings as my boyfriend and best friend 21

Let's go back to when Yuan Jiang had just left Shen Han Du's room.

She drank a lot of beer laced with drugs, and the effects kicked in, making her feel terrible. She bit her lip tightly to keep from moaning, and walked unsteadily to Zhou Jingxing's door.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Husband, open the door. It's your wife." She pressed herself against the door frame, panting, and peered through the peephole. The room was pitch black.

Yuan Jiang grunted twice in dissatisfaction.

The next second, a cool breeze carrying a strong smell of alcohol swept in from behind, and a hot, large hand pressed against Yuan Jiang's slender waist, a broad, hard chest pressed against her thin back, and a voice was somewhat hoarse:

"Honey, your husband's here..."

Yuan Jiang fell weakly into his arms, her large, watery eyes gazing at him intently. As she looked, her small, pale hands wrapped around his neck, her head nuzzling against him, and her lips pressed against his ear, her voice husky yet alluring:

"Honey, I heard that if you get infected with aphrodisiacs, your body temperature will reach 39 degrees Celsius, just like having a high fever."

"Want to do it with me?"

"Want to try this side of me?"

Her words were punctuated by high-pitched, soft moans that silently reached Zhou Jingxing's ears, causing his Adam's apple to bob heavily. He then lifted her up in a princess carry.

He took the room key out of his pocket with one hand, opened the door, and went inside.

Yuan Jiang nestled sweetly in Zhou Jingxing's arms, her cheeks flushed, her full, soft lips like eerily vibrant blood, slightly dented from being bitten by her pearly teeth, exuding an extreme of delicate charm.

"Waaah... Honey, I feel terrible..."

Her soft little hands roamed over his body, her delicate whimpers expressing her dissatisfaction. Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold the misty depths of a clear spring, and her small face was streaked with fragile tears, making her look pitiful under the bright incandescent light in the room.

Zhou Jingxing tensed up, placed Yuan Jiang on the large bed, his dark pupils narrowed slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Wife, since you knew that the wine was spiked, why did you still drink it?"

"It's not worth harming your own body just to get revenge on Shen Handu."

Yuan Jiang blinked her thick, beautiful eyelashes and slowly knelt on the bed, her arms gradually wrapping around him. She rubbed her cheek against his chest and said sweetly, "Because I want to make love with my husband."

"Honey, don't you want me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Jiang chuckled softly twice, then looked down at him and said, "Husband, you... are..."

Zhou Jingxing looked at her with deep eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. He raised his hand and pinched her cheek hard: "You don't need to drink this kind of stuff."

"You can tell your husband if you want."

Yuan Jiang frowned in grievance, having already made up her mind to make love with Zhou Jingxing tonight. She hummed twice in dissatisfaction, then stuck out her tongue and lingered on his neck, Adam's apple, and chin:

"Then tear my clothes."

"Is it okay, honey...?"

Zhou Jingxing could not remain unmoved by the initiative of the woman he loved.

Zhou Jingxing had been thinking about this for a long time, and he was so excited about it that he was about to explode!

His dark, deep eyes flashed with a scarlet, obsessive light, like a venomous snake lurking in the depths, waiting for its chance to strike. Zhou Jingxing's lips curled up, and he grabbed Yuan Jiang by the back of her head, bending down to kiss her lips.

The muffled groan was swallowed up between his lips and teeth.

Zhou Jingxing pressed her down onto the soft bed and kissed her impatiently.

Her thick, black hair was scattered on the white bedding. Yuan Jiang stared at the ceiling with her watery, fox-like eyes, her pearly teeth gently biting her lip.

I'm going crazy.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his dark eyes were gradually engulfed by an overwhelming crimson, reflecting the delicate, weeping image of a young girl.

Yuan Jiang's hair was mostly soaked with tears, sticking to her flushed little face.

Her slender, pale arms trembled as she gripped Zhou Jingxing's back, and she bit down on his shoulder.

Zhou Jingxing paused for a moment. An unusual invitation?

"Wife......."

An hour later.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A deafening knocking sound.

"Brother Jingxing! Brother Jingxing!!!"

A loud, shrill female voice kept ringing out from outside the door.

As soon as Yuan Jiang stopped crying, she blinked her beautiful fox-like eyes at Zhou Jingxing pitifully, pouting and whimpering, looking utterly aggrieved.

Zhou Jingxing's veins bulged, and he could no longer bear it. He grabbed the ashtray from the bedside table and slammed it heavily against the door frame, his voice hoarse and cold: "Get out."

Sure enough, it immediately became quiet outside.

Yuan Jiang was satisfied and tilted her head back to kiss him.

Two and a half hours later.

Yuan Jiang had recovered. She whimpered and hugged Zhou Jingxing, saying sweetly, "No, honey..."

Zhou Jingxing rubbed against her earlobe, his voice already hoarse when he spoke:

"Honey, the effects of the medication haven't worn off yet."

"How about one more time?"

Yuan Jiang wearily opened her eyes, about to speak, when Shen Han Du's furious and devastated roar rang out from outside the door:

"Jiang Mianmian, why you?!"

P.S.: Please, reviewers, have mercy! I've been revising this all morning!