Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 321 - Chapter 321 Chapter 248 Repayment Day Arrived_4

Chapter 321: Chapter 248 Repayment Day Arrived_4 Chapter 321: Chapter 248 Repayment Day Arrived_4 “I see, then before I leave, let me…” he kissed her again.

Moreover, this time he directly picked her up and set her on the sofa.

You have to admit, Mr. Chen in winter attire and Mr. Chen in autumn attire exuded two completely different aesthetic feelings.

When she wore autumn clothes, the office lady vibe was a bit stronger.

Now, adorned in the black tight-fitting turtleneck sweater that Cheng Zhu bought, along with the camel coat, that was another vibe altogether.

Upon hearing that Cheng Zhu was about to leave, Chen Jieyu also felt a sense of reluctance in her heart.

And as they became intimate, these emotions naturally revealed themselves.

So much so that during the sofa kiss, her hands couldn’t help but wrap around his back.

It gave her a reassuring feeling, allowing her to immerse herself even deeper.

After their lips parted, Cheng Zhu repeated his familiar move.

“Holding me so tight, do you really want me to leave?” he looked down at Chen Jieyu, whose cheeks were even redder than before, and asked with a smile.

“I want you to go,” she insisted, no matter what.

However, she now lay on the sofa, her beauty behind the gold-framed glasses already swirling, as if water could pour forth.

“Okay, then I won’t stay over tonight,” Cheng Zhu said.

It was quite obvious what he meant.

Before she could respond, it was the third round of kissing.

Chen Jieyu deeply felt her own helplessness towards him.

It seemed like she always had no way of dealing with him.

She simply resigned herself and slowly closed her eyes.

Even the thought crossed her mind, enormously embarrassing as it was: “If you’re going to be like this, you might as well stay over!”

Somehow, the two of them ended up in the bedroom.

The reason was simple, it was cold, the air conditioner wasn’t on, and the living room sofa was not warm.

The room had been a bit messy, but Chen Jieyu had tidied it up when she tried on new clothes when she returned home.

In the room, Cheng Zhu still felt that the bed on which the resident assistant usually slept had a nice fragrance, a faint scent.

It’s just that the bed was a bit small.

He also noticed that the set of little wine jugs and cups that he had brought back for her were well-placed on the shelf in the room.

That night, Cheng Zhu could distinctly feel that perhaps because of the unusual environment, Chen Jieyu had become more constrained.

On the last day at the guesthouse, she had played the part of a goddess.

Initially, the goddess in a black tight-fitting turtleneck sweater, laying flat on the bed to use the Dharma to subdue you, would have been quite a scene.

That type of tight sweater has a nice waist-cinching effect, visually it amplifies the curve between the waist and hips, making them appear fuller and rounder with a more voluptuous silhouette.

It maximizes the advantages of her pear-shaped figure.

And this pear was now ripe.

Juicy and delicious.

As their interaction deepened, both Cheng Zhu and Chen Jieyu could feel that the day was different from their time at the guesthouse.

They had both become more accepting of each other.

Because back then, even on the second day, she still had slight discomfort in her body.

Not today.

Ms. Chen has escaped from the days that life suffocated her.

Life was no longer manageable.

But Cheng Zhu was.

Today indeed was a special day.

Was it the repayment day for the debtor Chen Jieyu?

The repayment day had come.

She would be cooperative in everything she had to, except she seemed to have become a little mute.

She could no longer speak or make a sound.

She could only intermittently emit muffled moans, one after the other.

And very occasionally, a slight sound would slip from her throat, like a wild cat outside.

This was actually quite interesting.

Of course, it all depended on the environment, otherwise, it might get a bit unacceptable for some.

In this environment full of taboos, this experience was rather thrilling.

It stimulated a lot of Cheng Zhu’s psychological depths fiercely!

You’re planning to be mute, huh? Alright, let’s see how long you can keep it up.

Under his handling, every change in the mute’s “vocal cords” let Cheng Zhu know whether he was doing well or if his methods were correct.

Gradually, she shifted from a pure mute into one who could occasionally squeak out a few words, a speech-impaired person.

Then, from such a speech-impaired person, she transformed into a constant low talker.

Cheng Zhu knew he was doing better and better.

But it wasn’t enough.

He made her go from a low talker into someone who made sounds at a normal volume.

And in the end, there were even two key moments when he gently covered her mouth with his big hand.

Then, he would lower himself to her ear and whisper, “Shh! Don’t make a sound!”

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