The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1595: Chapter 640: Strawberry

”Mm...”

A soft, syrupy little moan echoed in the living room.

Jin Zhixiu opened her eyes, a bit tired, and was instantly stabbed by the light from the chandelier hanging above; she hurriedly narrowed her eyes again.

Her consciousness drifted for a few seconds before Jisoo finally remembered what had happened just now.

She’d been completely taken in by Zhou Wang’s little game of ”playing hard to get” right at the door. She lost her composure, got pinned against the wall to be kissed and groped, and by the time she realized this was nowhere near a ”safe zone,” it was already too late...

And it was even her who’d told Zhou Wang that she lived alone in this apartment, which basically meant he’d shed his last bit of scruple.

The result was obvious.

From the hallway to the living room, their coats and inner clothes, Jisoo’s black stockings and high heels, were scattered all over the floor.

By the time Jisoo felt the cool air hitting her bare skin, she was already in Zhou Wang’s arms on the sofa. In the bedroom, the two cats she raised poked their heads out, tilting them in puzzlement as they stared at their owner.

They’d been cruelly neutered long ago; they had no concept of ”being in heat.” So in their eyes, their owner must have just lost a fight and was now being pressed down on the sofa and mercilessly bullied.

Noticing her cats, Jisoo finally clawed back a shred of rationality. She hurriedly pressed her legs together, trying to make a final struggle.

”Don’t...”

But she didn’t know that, naked and flushed as she was right now, even with a cold face she had zero intimidation. Instead, she looked like a fairy dragged down to earth, only magnifying the possessiveness in a man’s heart.

”It’s too fast.”

Seeing Zhou Wang unabashedly move his kisses down to her slender calves, Jisoo felt as if she’d been branded with a red-hot iron. The strength in her raised leg evaporated by more than half, and she could only voice a feeble protest.

At this point, she could no longer shamelessly deny that she had feelings for Zhou Wang... even Jisoo herself hadn’t expected that she’d fall this quickly.

Mostly because never in her life had any man broken through her defenses in such a simple and brutal way.

But the traditional upbringing she’d received since childhood still stopped her from accepting this kind of pace. Counting Ao Island, she and Zhou Wang had probably only met four or five times in total, yet they seemed to have rushed through what ordinary couples would need at least half a year to complete...

She’d always thought of herself as the slow-burn type.

Otherwise she wouldn’t be nearly thirty now, having only ever been in two relationships.

”I won’t be staying in Korea for long.”

Zhou Wang paused for a moment, then leaned down to gaze at her delicate face. ”And I don’t intend to give you any chance to regret this...”

But I never even said yes to you...

Jisoo grumbled silently, but under Zhou Wang’s burning stare, she still turned her head away.

After all, the way he was gripping her tiny waist right now was just too shameful; she had absolutely no ground to stand on.

”At least... at least not here... or turn off the light.”

Jisoo’s heart was pounding wildly, and with a hint of softness, she whispered the words out.

She didn’t even have time to regret how unsteady she was before Zhou Wang’s dense kisses rained down on her again.

Obviously, Zhou Wang had mercilessly rejected even her last-ditch ”change the location” attempt to save face.

This man was domineering to begin with. The moment she gave an inch, it was already destined that he’d strip her clean, inside and out.

Jisoo had just opened her mouth, ready to bite Zhou Wang in anger, when her body suddenly went taut, her eyes lost focus, and the two glistening little Jios that had been stretched back from around Zhou Wang’s waist curled up into a ball. She couldn’t make any extra movement anymore; she could only drag in lungfuls of cold air and stare blankly at the ceiling.

Everything that came after felt distant and fuzzy to Jisoo.

She only remembered the sofa creaking back and forth, her consciousness drifting and drifting. She was singing herself hoarse, and by the time she was completely spent, she curled up in Zhou Wang’s arms and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, it was now.

Once she got used to the light in the living room, Jisoo quietly lifted her head to look over at Zhou Wang, carefully examining every detail of his features. Then, cautiously, she reached out and touched his solid chest and abs.

”So he’s not just for show...”

Thinking back to how it had felt like she was being pounded into pieces just now, Jisoo muttered with burning cheeks.

She’d sung one song for almost an hour, her voice completely shot, and could only marvel at Zhou Wang’s wave-like, relentless stamina.

Because of the local culture, the proportion of men who work out in Korea is pretty high, but in Jisoo’s impression, what they chase is just a kind of aesthetic physique—kind of flashy, not much substance. Zhou Wang was different. His muscles weren’t that exaggerated, but it felt like there was endless strength packed inside.

That made it impossible for Jisoo, who’d intended to keep her composure, to control her expression at all. She knew the way she’d been belting out those notes just now must have been seen by Zhou Wang, every last bit...

Thinking about it now, she wanted to die from embarrassment.

The sofa was a total mess too. Even though Zhou Wang had thoughtfully used his clothes as a layer under them, Jisoo knew fabric wouldn’t block much. The bottom was definitely soaked through.

Letting her mind wander in Zhou Wang’s arms for a while, Jisoo glanced at the clock on the coffee table. It was already past four in the morning. She sighed softly, then carefully moved away the big hand still resting on her chest and sat up.

She didn’t need a mirror. Just from a fleeting peek, Jisoo knew that her pale neck, collarbones, and chest were already covered in strawberry-like red marks...