Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!-Chapter 445 - 219 It Hurts Here

Qu Jing confessed to Zhou Yuwen, her feelings for him could not be concealed.

During the meal earlier, Qu Jing's voice was a bit different from usual, it was unusually high-pitched, and at that time Zhou Yuwen could assume that girls usually sound like this.

But in the elevator, when Qu Jing was licking Zhou Yuwen's fingers, and her soft, tiny tongue was licking his fingers bit by bit, and the elusive expression in her eyes as she tenderly said, "Ah~ how, how did you get hurt?"

The emotions she expressed were clear to anyone.

Yet Zhou Yuwen found it strange, wondering why Qu Jing felt this way about him.

When they got back to the car, Qu Jing insisted on buying Zhou Yuwen a band-aid and was very anxious as she picked up his hand and repeatedly inspected it, looking distressed.

The privacy of the car's space deepened, as Qu Jing, frowning slightly, cradled Zhou Yuwen's hand and pitifully looked at it, murmuring to herself to take care of it.

It should be noted, Qu Jing was still wearing a low-cut dress, whenever she bent her head, a span of snowy white skin on her chest was visible, and coupled with her tear-brimmed eyes, she radiated a fascinating and tempting aura that could really arouse a man's desire.

Zhou Yuwen said it was nothing, just a small cut.

"How can it be just a small cut? What if, what if it gets infected?" Qu Jing held Zhou Yuwen's hand in both hers, bowing her head to inspect it closely, her lips less than five centimeters from his hand.

Indeed, she even wanted to take Zhou Yuwen's hand into her mouth to disinfect it, although she had already disinfected it back in the elevator. For Qu Jing, everything about Zhou Yuwen seemed to hold an indescribable magic power; she wanted to use these gestures to express her love for him.

She cautiously raised her head, sneakily glancing at Zhou Yuwen, her eyes filled with longing, as if seeking his approval, as if asking, "Can I lick it?"

A girl, fairly pretty, leaning forward in front of him, her beautiful legs sheathed in silk stockings.

Although Zhou Yuwen didn't know Qu Jing's purpose, he frankly enjoyed the feeling.

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Especially when her warm, tiny tongue tenderly licked his fingers, it felt tingly.

Zhou Yuwen said nothing but Qu Jing seemed to understand his intentions.

And so, bit by bit, she lowered her head, almost reverently kissing Zhou Yuwen's fingers, lips soft and red, her tiny tongue stretching out to gently lick the wound, applying a layer of saliva on it as a form of disinfection.

She devoutly prostrated herself before Zhou Yuwen; the neckline revealing a glimpse that made it difficult for Zhou Yuwen to look away.

Realizing Zhou Yuwen did not reject her, Qu Jing's boldness grew.

Starting with his index finger, initially, she was just kissing the wound to disinfect it, but as Zhou Yuwen showed no sign of rejection, she gradually moved up, her lips slightly parted, painted with lipstick.

Her warm tongue, slightly moist, moved over Zhou Yuwen's fingertips and then lightly over his wrist.

Like a devout believer, she held Zhou Yuwen's hand, gradually moving up her kisses, naturally pulling his hand closer into her embrace, touching her body.

This soft, warm sensation...

"Ah~" Qu Jing inadvertently sighed, Zhou Yuwen remaining silent, her boldness grew, her body almost trembling with excitement.

Zhou Yuwen hadn't rejected her; wasn't that an implicit consent to her actions?

So at that moment, Qu Jing boldly confessed, her voice tinged with a slight whimper, initially, it was filled with grievances.

She said, "Zhou Yuwen, you have to take good care of yourself."

You cannot be so careless with your body.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come out to eat with you."

"If it weren't for eating with me, you wouldn't have been injured."

"Seeing you hurt, I really feel bad."

Qu Jing had a face full of guilt as she held Zhou Yuwen's injured hand against her chest, seemingly believing that doing so could somehow speed up his recovery.

She silently slipped off her high heels, her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings neatly tucked beside the passenger seat so that her body could lean closer toward Zhou Yuwen.

Qu Jing's legs were already attractive, different from Zheng Yanyan's; Qu Jing's legs had a slightly meaty feel to them. After tucking them to the side, her petite feet wrapped in nude stockings were cushioned under her buttocks, soles facing upward, the stockings thin and shimmering. Qu Jing, a city girl who had never suffered hardships since childhood, had perfectly shaped feet.

The ankles wrapped in stockings were round and delicate, the soles tender and smooth, and through the sheer fabric, her toes were neatly aligned, connected by the flesh-toned stockings.

At the toes, the stockings were stretched thin, making them sparser and thus more transparent there, allowing a clear view of the adorable toes within.

Qu Jing's face flushed, her legs positioned under her, naturally giving her more flexibility to lean towards Zhou Yuwen. Starting from Zhou Yuwen's fingers, she kissed up to his arm, her tender little tongue tracing every inch of his skin softly.

Soon, she had kissed up to Zhou Yuwen's shoulder, then to his neck.

It could not be denied, the sensation was indeed very soothing. Zhou Yuwen felt as if he were reborn, yet he had never before relished this feeling.

This was absolute adoration.

It was no longer merely an affectionate gesture between a man and a woman, but completely a one-sided gesture of goodwill from Qu Jing towards Zhou Yuwen.

Her voice carried a sobbing tone as she talked about how sad she was because Zhou Yuwen was hurt.

Then, when she reached Zhou Yuwen's shoulder, she stopped and looked at him with a dazed expression in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yuwen was also looking at Qu Jing.

At that moment, the atmosphere inside the car became charged with ambiguity.

Qu Jing's gaze at Zhou Yuwen even seemed to shimmer, her lips bright red and slightly open as she breathed heavily.

Seeing that Zhou Yuwen had not spoken.

Qu Jing grew bolder, slightly straightening her body and directly straddled from the passenger seat to him.

Zhou Yuwen was somewhat of an adult and had some self-control.

As Qu Jing straddled over, Zhou Yuwen slightly adjusted his seat back and couldn't help but say, "Senior, are you drunk?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me..." Qu Jing's voice carried a crying tone, she said, "Anyway, just now, seeing you hurt, right here, I felt an inexplicable pain, right here."

Qu Jing took Zhou Yuwen's hand without any hesitation and placed it on her heart, her eyes teary and looking at Zhou Yuwen plaintively, "It hurts right here."