She Picked Up A National Bigshot On A Stormy Night - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Position Yourself Properly

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ling Han had already recovered and was leaning against the headboard of the bed. When she saw him, she did not take the glass of milk. Instead, she gestured for him to put it aside.

Pei Jing looked at her gently. His eyes were as pure and loyal as a puppy.

Ling Han subconsciously avoided his gaze. The color in her eyes deepened and she hardened her heart. “I only agreed to your proposal earlier to deal with the current predicament.”

Pei Jing’s gaze instantly became wounded.

“The engagement is just an act. Don’t take it too seriously. But as long as you are here, I will be responsible for you. That’s all. Do you understand?”

After saying that, Ling Han raised her head to look at him. Pei Jing didn’t say anything. He only stared at her gently.

“I understand. As long as it’s your decision, Miss, I will support it,” Pei Jing nodded obediently.

However, for some reason, Ling Han felt a little stifled. She still had more important things to do, and she couldn’t let her romantic feelings get in the way.

After clarifying the relationship between the two of them, Ling Han went straight into the study room to prepare the medicine. As soon as she got busy, she forgot about the time. It wasn’t until late at night that someone knocked on the study room’s door from outside.

“Miss, it’s so late. Why aren’t you resting?”

Ling Han glanced at the wall clock beside her and realized that it was already late at night. “Oh, it’s already so late,” she said.

“Yes. I’ve prepared supper for you, Miss. You’ve used up too much energy during the day. You need to replenish your energy.”

Pei Jing’s tone was very normal, but for some reason, Ling Han thought of the crazy s*x they had during the day. She averted her gaze and nodded.

It was rare for her to lose control like this.

At the dining table, Pei Jing sat across from her and didn’t say anything. He just leaned his chin on his hand and watched her eat.

Ling Han felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. She put down her chopsticks and asked, “Is there something on my face?”

Pei Jing shook his head. He said, “You are very beautiful, Miss. There’s nothing on your face.”

His sweet-talking and purposeful flattery made Ling Han’s heart soften. She said gently, “You’ve been busy all day too. Go and rest early.”

“I’m not tired. It’s just that, Miss… Do you want to relax a little?”

Ling Han frowned slightly. Before she could ask anything, she felt Pei Jing’s hand coming over from under the dining table. He skillfully touched the soft flesh on Ling Han’s inner thigh. With a few flirtatious moves, her nether regions began to overflow with lust.

Ling Han suddenly felt her mouth dry and her breathing became heavy. “Didn’t we already do this during the day…”

“How is that enough? You have worked hard for the entire day, so now you need to relax, Miss.”

The restless hand followed Ling Han’s thigh all the way up and stopped at her entrance through her underwear.

As expected, the area Pei Jing touched was warm and moist. However, he wore an expression of shock and innocence. “Miss, why is it wet here?”

Ling Han’s breathing became heavier, and her cheeks blushed. “I don’t know. Why don’t you take a look for me?”

“Okay,” Pei Jing nodded. He pressed his finger against Ling Han’s already wet underwear, and her fluids instantly became more abundant. Ling Han’s lips subconsciously let out a moan, “Ahh…”

“Miss, are you not feeling well here?” Pei Jing frowned slightly and looked really distressed. “Then let me take a look at it for you.”

After saying that, he lowered his head and went under the table.

Ling Han’s pupils dilated slightly. In the next second, Pei Jing’s head appeared under the table and between her legs.

Pei Jing took off the panties that were in the way. He opened his mouth and sucked on Ling Han’s moist entrance as hard as he could.

Ling Han raised her head with difficulty and her breathing quickened. “Ahh — no, there…”

Ling Han’s brain seemed to have turned into a paste. Her entire body trembled slightly and her voice was tinged with a whimpering tone. Pei Jing’s tongue had also entered deep into her entrance at this moment, mimicking a meat stick as he began to play with it.