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At this moment, Zhao Yang and Zhan Jingjing froze, their entwined bodies suddenly stiffening, as if the air thick with desire had solidified.
A hurried knock echoed again, more frantic than before, accompanied by a man's rough voice shouting, "Jingjing, are you in there? Jingjing!"
Zhan Jingjing's face changed drastically; she recognized the voice outside—it was her boyfriend, Du Haibo. Panic surged through her as she scrambled off Zhao Yang, like a startled deer, hastily grabbing the scattered clothes on the floor and throwing them on. Her fair skin glimmered in the dim light, adding to her allure.
Zhao Yang also sensed the urgency of the situation. He quickly put on his clothes, his heart pounding like a drum, the sound echoing sharply in the silent room.
"What should we do?" Zhan Jingjing asked anxiously, her ample chest rising and falling rapidly with tension beneath her thin clothing. Her large, watery eyes were filled with helplessness and panic, resembling a lost little creature.
Zhao Yang fought to remain calm, quickly brainstorming solutions as countless thoughts raced through his mind. Suddenly, he recalled techniques from Da Lang's Classic for handling emergencies and a plan formed in his mind. A confident smile crept onto his lips.
"Don't panic; I'll handle it," he whispered, his tone filled with assurance and control, as if everything was under his command.
Seeing Zhao Yang's composed demeanor eased Zhan Jingjing's frantic heart slightly, as if she had found a lifeline.
She approached the door, took a deep breath to steady her racing heart, and gently opened it.
Du Haibo stood outside, seething with anger. Upon seeing Zhan Jingjing disheveled and flushed, his fury intensified, resembling an enraged bull.
"What are you doing?!" he bellowed, his eyes nearly shooting fire as his voice thundered down the hallway.
Zhan Jingjing struggled to maintain her composure. She forced a calm facade and replied in a trembling voice, "I was changing clothes; what's wrong?"
"Changing clothes? Who do you think you're fooling?" Du Haibo pointed at Zhan Jingjing's messy hair and flushed lips, suspicion and rage lacing his words. "You clearly are..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Yang stepped out from behind Zhan Jingjing. He wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her close to him possessively.
Zhan Jingjing shivered slightly at Zhao Yang's strong embrace and solid chest; a wave of safety washed over her. She instinctively leaned her head against Zhao Yang's shoulder, her soft hair cascading over his chest like a gentle kitten.
Zhao Yang looked down at Zhan Jingjing in his arms, his gaze filled with possessiveness. He deliberately leaned closer to her ear and softly blew a breath against it, speaking in an intimate tone, "Baby, don't mind him; let's continue."
Zhan Jingjing made a coquettish sound in cooperation, and then buried his head deeply in Zhao Yang's shoulder, looking like a little bird, which further aroused Du Haibo's anger. Du Haibo was furious when he saw this scene, and he felt that his dignity was greatly insulted. He rushed forward and wanted to separate Zhao Yang and Zhan Jingjing, as if he wanted to tear them into pieces. "You two dogs and bitches!" He roared, his voice hoarse, full of anger and despair. Zhao Yang grabbed Du Haibo's collar and pushed him against the wall like a chicken. His strong muscles were prominent under the tight shirt, full of power. "You'd better show me some respect." He said coldly, his tone full of threats, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. Du Haibo was frightened by Zhao Yang's momentum. He dared not move forward. He could only stand there, looking at Zhao Yang and Zhan Jingjing with vicious eyes, like a poisonous snake whose tail was stepped on. Zhao Yang hugged Zhan Jingjing, turned around and walked back to the room, then slammed the door shut, isolating Du Haibo's roar and scolding outside the door. He carried Zhan Jingjing to the bed and pressed her under him again, his eyes full of the flame of desire. Zhan Jingjing's breathing became rapid, and her eyes became blurred, as if she was intoxicated in the whirlpool of lust. She stretched out her arms and hugged Zhao Yang's neck tightly, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw. "Kiss me..." She whispered, her voice full of desire, like a traveler in the desert longing for rain and dew. Zhao Yang lowered his head and kissed Zhan Jingjing's lips. His tongue moved wantonly in her mouth, like a greedy beast sucking nectar. Zhan Jingjing moaned, and her body began to tremble, like a willow branch swaying in the wind. Zhao Yang's hands wandered over her body, caressing her smooth skin, feeling every curve of her body. His hands slid over her slender waist, resting on her round buttocks, kneading them gently. Zhan Jingjing's breathing became more and more rapid, and her body became hotter and hotter, like a burning flame. She began to twist her waist, rubbing Zhao Yang's body, like a nimble snake entwining its prey. Zhao Yang's fingers moved up her thighs, gently caressing her sensitive parts, arousing her desire. "Ah..." Zhan Jingjing screamed, and her body reached a climax, like a blooming firework. Zhao Yang also felt that he was about to explode. He sped up his movements and used the "invincible light speed insertion" technique in "Da Lang's Classic" to penetrate Zhan Jingjing's body at a rapid speed. Zhan Jingjing's body trembled violently, and she let out high-pitched moans, like a meteor across the night sky. The knocking and shouting outside the door became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely, as if swallowed up by this passionate night. Only the panting and moaning of Zhan Jingjing and Zhao Yang remained in the room, interweaving into a moving symphony of lust.
They embraced tightly, their bodies merging into one, like two entwined fish swimming together.
They were lost in the ocean of desire, unable to extricate themselves.
Suddenly, Zhan Jingjing forcefully pushed Zhao Yang away, jumped off the bed, and ran to the door, flinging it open.
"Get out! We're breaking up!" she shouted at Du Haibo outside.
Then, she slammed the door shut with a fierce determination and turned back to the bed, diving once more into Zhao Yang's arms.
"Continue..." she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
A smile crept onto Zhao Yang's lips as he pressed Zhan Jingjing beneath him again...
The room was once more filled with an ambiguous atmosphere...
Zhan Jingjing's moans echoed again...
But this time, her voice was filled with joy and satisfaction...
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