Chapter 168: Heart-Stopping Carriage (2)
As Ji Ning was silently pondering, her peripheral vision caught a tall young man walking over.
He wore a varsity jacket and jeans, the nine-tenths-length pants worn like seven-tenths, exposing his ankles with their lean, defined tendons. The baseball cap on his head was pulled down low, so all she could see was his sharply contoured jaw.
Even without seeing his face, he gave off the feeling of a young, outrageously handsome guy.
While she was sizing him up, he had already approached. Without any sense of being an outsider, he sat down right beside Ji Ning, tilted his face up toward her, and revealed the pair of eyes hidden beneath his cap.
The smiling eyes were beautiful, the light-colored irises like honey.
He chewed the gum in his mouth, blew a bubble, leaned in close to Ji Ning's face, and popped it with a sharp tsk. Then, propping his elbows on his knees, he tilted his head and ran his gaze up and down her.
This cheeky, familiar flirtation would have made Ji Ning flustered if she didn't already know him.
But seeing how effortlessly Song Weiyang slipped into this new persona, he'd probably used these moves on plenty of girls before.
The passengers sitting opposite Ji Ning and Song Weiyang kept glancing over at them, as if expecting something.
Song Weiyang didn't disappoint the onlookers.
After watching her for a while, he leaned in close, blew a breath at Ji Ning, and lowered his voice to ask, "How much per time?"
Ji Ning recalled the accounts she had just seen on her phone, stifled a laugh as she held up two fingers, then opened the payment QR code on her phone and held it out to him.
Song Weiyang pulled out his phone, scanned the code, and entered three zeros in the amount field. Just as he was about to confirm payment, Ji Ning snatched the phone away, deleted one zero, and handed it back.
Song Weiyang raised an eyebrow at the "200" in the payment field, utterly shaken. He had never hired anyone before, only seen what others said online, but weren't the numbers always in the hundreds or thousands?
His treasure was this pretty, this adorable, with such a banging body and a delightfully delicious cunt—two thousand was too little, so how could it be only two hundred? Wasn't this just exploiting labor?
Head full of question marks, Song Weiyang transferred the money, then stood up with a dark expression, pulled Ji Ning along all the way to the restroom, and into the men's stall at the very end by the window.
The men's restroom on the second floor of the train station was large and empty. Aside from a few people at the urinal area, the stalls were mostly unoccupied. No one noticed someone had brought a woman in.
Song Weiyang was young and brimming with energy. The moment the door closed, he pressed Ji Ning against it and kissed her, his hands groping her breasts through her clothes.
They made so much noise that after just a few kisses, both were already panting with arousal.
Ji Ning had dressed a little slutty today, and being in a place like a restroom made Song Weiyang feel a thrill and novelty he'd never had before. The desire to fuck was stronger than ever.
The stormy kissing quickly came to an end.
Song Weiyang flipped up Ji Ning's clothes. He didn't even have the patience to take off her bra—he just shoved the rose-red cups upward, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and sucked and licked them in turns.
He was very forceful, yet his lips and tongue were so soft. Ji Ning leaned against the door, gasping, pleasure so intense tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.
She had never imagined she would ever have sex in a place like this, but now her body was tingling with excitement, the surging adrenaline leaving her head foggy and filled with nothing but desire. Her body had become unbearably sensitive, her underwear already wet and slick, unable to wait for Song Weiyang to fuck her senseless.
Although the couple sneaking a tryst in the stall didn't moan, the breathy, desire-laden panting was still quite obvious if one listened carefully.
Qin Yanshu, who had followed them, stepped into the neighboring stall. Through the wide gap at the bottom, he saw their intertwined feet. His face darkened like the bottom of a wok.
Livestream comments:
"Restroom hookup—whose kink is it? I'm not saying."
"Little Brother's making a name for himself! Making Mama proud!"
"Why does Lao Qin look like he's just been cuckolded."
"Not only cuckolded, but forced to eavesdrop from next door, HAHAHAHAHAHA"
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