[Adult City] Lonely Officialdom (Final Chapter) - 26

Chapter 161

Ye Tong neither laughed nor scolded him. She glanced at him quietly, then suddenly kissed him on the cheek, leaving the man dumbfounded.

"This is your reward, hehe!" Ye Tong looked at him casually. "Now you can go out, I'm going to take a bath."

Zhang Bing was hurt. Oh my god, his first kiss of the day had been stolen by this woman!

"I'm warning you, don't peek—or I'll scream!" Zhang Bing walked to the door, but was still being warned by the woman.

"Don't worry, I'm a gentleman, how could I do such a despicable thing as peeping?" Zhang Bing casually retorted, and even deliberately placed a few small stools between the clothes rack and the bathtub so that Ye Tong could use them as support to get dressed after washing. Then he closed the door and left.

When the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Zhang Bing's heart was moved.

A beauty was taking a bath. To look or not to look?

Nonsense, of course he looked. "I said I wouldn't peep, and I really won't? This girl's figure looked amazing just now, and now I can finally admire it properly."

Zhang Bing tiptoed towards the bathroom door, measuring her up and down for a moment, and couldn't help but feel secretly smug—the hospital bathroom, like most hotels, had a small louvered window below the door. If he lay on the floor, he could probably see the entire process of the beauty emerging from her bath.

"Bang." The bathroom door opened. Ye Tong stood by the door, fully dressed, her face ashen: "Mr. Gentleman, what brings you here?"

"Uh—" This woman is too insidious. She deliberately turned on the tap while fully clothed to lure me in. Her intentions are despicable! She's so guarded despite my injured leg. It seems the entertainment industry is too dark; she's become accustomed to it. In the end, she ruined my beautiful dream. But I'm more to blame myself. If I hadn't prepared those stools for her to support her, how could she have gotten back to the door? "Sigh—

" "Oh, it's nothing, I just wanted to ask if the temperature was right."

"Thank you, the temperature is perfect, you set it just right!"

"Oh, then I'm relieved." Zhang Bing nodded seriously, turned around and lay down on the bed.

After a while, Zhang Bing reluctantly reached for the door again, only to find that the blinds had been blocked by Ye Tong using a small stool on the table. He cursed her for being stingy and had no choice but to go to bed.

He knew that Ye Tong would definitely go straight to sleep after coming out and wouldn't chat with him anymore. His voyeuristic avenue was blocked, and he didn't plan to actually seduce her. So, out of boredom, he changed into his pajamas, planning to take a shower and go to bed early after the woman came out. After all, he had been playing cards with his mother until the early hours of the morning every day, and as the host, his mother would wake him up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for the women. He was really sleep-deprived.

It could only be said that Zhang Bing had expended too much energy today, fighting and devising countermeasures, his mind had been on high alert the whole time. So, he felt very sleepy after lying on the bed for only a short while; Ye Tong taking a shower was also a hassle. Zhang Bing stared at the second hand ticking away—tickling away—and then he fell asleep.

A painful scream jolted the half-asleep Zhang Bing awake. He recognized the sound as coming from the bathroom and remembered that Ye Tong was still there, so something must have happened.

He immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom door.

"Ye Tong, is that you? What was that noise?" Zhang Bing didn't want to barge in rashly. He wasn't sure if the sound had come from Ye Tong's room.

"Don't come in," Ye Tong said, her voice trembling with tears.

Originally, Zhang Bing didn't intend to barge in, but Ye Tong's "Don't come in" was like a potent aphrodisiac, making Zhang Bing feel like he was on fire. He could immediately picture a beautiful woman, completely naked and gushing blood.

"Ye Tong, what happened? Is something wrong?" Zhang Bing asked anxiously.

"I fell while getting dressed—ah—it hurts so much—I can't get up!" Ye Tong's voice was filled with pain, indicating she had fallen quite hard.

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it? Hurry up and get dressed, I'll come in and help you!"

"No—don't come in—I'm not dressed—I can't reach it." Ye Tong was startled, and in her panic, she unconsciously blurted out the truth, which sent a shiver down Zhang Bing's spine—she really was naked!

However, he could only think about it; he couldn't bring himself to be that kind of lewd, shameless person, nor could he bring himself to do it.

"Ah—" Another scream rang out from inside the room, even more shrill than the first.

"What's wrong, Ye Tong? What's wrong?" Zhang Bing could only anxiously watch, almost jumping up and down in frustration.

Inside, a woman's low, suppressed sobs could be heard. After a long pause, Ye Tong answered haltingly, "Waaah—I tried to stand up—but I fell again—waaah—my injured leg hurts so much—it's so swollen—ah—"

Zhang Bing was truly anxious. "Then hurry up and put on your clothes. If you can't, just wrap yourself in a towel. I'm coming in now!"

"Ah—no—"

Zhang Bing couldn't care less. Such a beautiful woman crying and screaming was unbearable for any man. After about 20 seconds, he decisively opened the door. The scene inside startled him. Ye Tong was sprawled on the floor, frantically trying to wrap herself in a large towel. When he entered, she hadn't finished wrapping it, and startled, her hand trembled, causing the white towel to fall to the floor, revealing a pale, smooth body clad only in underwear and a bra.

The dim bathroom light shone directly onto Ye Tong's face. Her face, as beautiful as spring orchids and winter snow, was pale and streaked with tears. She bit her lip tightly, a sight that evoked both pity and a racing heart.

She wore only black panties, the very ones Zhang Bing had given her. Her fair, supple thighs contrasted beautifully with the black panties, creating an alluring and mysterious effect.

On her upper body, she wore only a black bra. From the outside, Ye Tong appeared somewhat thin, but once undressed, her ample bosom was astonishing. Her pair of white, fleshy breasts, like a pair of unruly rabbits, seemed to want to break free from the tattered cloth and unleash their full beauty. Because of the fall, her bra was loose, making her cleavage even more prominent.

Zhang Bing swallowed hard. Just as she was about to speak, more saliva came out, followed by another swallow.

After a while, when her stomach was bloated, Zhang Bing was finally able to speak. "Ye Tong, how badly are you hurt? Does it still hurt? Why are

you lying on the ground?" "Ah—get out—get out!" Ye Tong waved for Zhang Bing to leave, but then lay on the ground crying.

"Your leg injury hasn't healed yet. What will you do if I go out? Are you going to lie on the floor all night?" Zhang Bing not only didn't go out, but also ran to Ye Tong's side, grabbed her, and

covered her with his smooth, wet hand. "Come on, let me carry you to bed. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold." "Don't touch me." Ye Tong cried and tried to push Zhang Bing away, but Zhang Bing wouldn't let her succeed. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Ye Tong nestled in Zhang Bing's arms and sobbed.

"Waaah—you're deliberately bullying me again—you know my leg is injured and I can't move, but you didn't stay outside to watch over me—waaah—I'm scared to be alone, and the wound hurts when I touch it—you don't even talk to me—I wrapped myself in a towel and wanted you to carry me to bed to get dressed, but you wouldn't agree—waaah—you're just watching the show, making fun of me—you came in as soon as I fell, you did it on purpose, didn't you—waaah—" Ye Tong sobbed, pounding her fists on Zhang Bing's chest as she spoke.

Ye Tong cried even harder, her voice filled with grievance. Lin Feng could only hold her in his arms and gently comfort her. At this point, any explanation would be superfluous. He couldn't very well say he was asleep and hadn't heard her; nobody would believe that—at least Zhang Bing herself wouldn't! A woman confiding her grievances to you means she trusts you. Complaining is actually the opposite of saying you're not good enough to her, and she hopes you'll be better! Who needs any of that nonsense explanation—women are mostly emotional creatures!

Gradually, Ye Tong's crying stopped. Zhang Bing looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep in Lin Feng's arms with her eyes closed. Tears still lingered, a pitiful sight indeed!

Looking at this beautiful woman, Zhang Bing's mind raced with a question:

To be a beast? Or worse than a beast?

Ye Tong wasn't sleeping soundly. Her cherry-red lips occasionally murmured, probably still complaining about Zhang Bing's lack of care. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly from time to time due to the pain in her leg injury. Even in her sleep, her usually cheerful and playful self was suffering terribly; Zhang Bing's heart ached at the sight.

Ye Tong was still only wearing her underwear. Because her body was curled up in Lin Feng's arms, her full breasts pressed tightly against Zhang Bing's chest. The padding couldn't contain her large, soft breasts; instead, it exposed most of them, adding to their allure and mystery, sparking endless fantasies.

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Two smooth, soft thighs intertwined with Zhang Bing's thighs. Zhang Bing could clearly feel the warmth and the intoxicating smoothness emanating from those legs. He had to admit, he was aroused. The little brother, hidden beneath his pajamas, could no longer tolerate the boss's timid policy. It stood erect, proudly thrusting against the woman's soft belly, throbbing with pleasure like a drumbeat.

Was he to be a beast? Or worse?

Two opposing thoughts clashed in Zhang Bing's mind, leaving him in a dilemma.

Should he pounce? What if she resisted? What if she threatened suicide? That's how it's always portrayed on TV. Whenever a bad guy assaults the female lead, she grabs a pair of scissors from the bedside table or desk, points them at her neck, and says resolutely—"Don't come any closer! You can't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll die in front of you!"—Why did they have scissors back then? Well, in ancient times, scissors were like self-defense tools for women—every woman had one. If she was even slightly attractive, she'd buy several, keeping them under her pillow, on the table, in her bag—anywhere within reach, just in case.—

There's a little story behind this. Legend has it that during the Tang Dynasty, there was a woman named Furong, eighteen years old, with a beauty that was admired by all. Everyone who saw her drooled, and people would often point at her graceful figure and say, "That girl is so pretty, like a perfectly cooked steamed bun!" Furong noticed that her neighbor Zhang Lao Er's daughter had bought a pair of scissors and placed them under her pillow. She pulled her aside and asked why. The girl blushed and said it was to protect against perverts. Furong secretly remembered this and the next day went to Wang Mazi's scissors shop and bought a pair, placing them under her pillow as well. Time flew by, and twenty years passed in a flash. Furong's scissors were still unopened. In a fit of anger, she cut off her three thousand strands of yellow hair and became a nun. Before leaving home, she spat fiercely, "Perverts, they're all cowards!"

Not pursuing?

As the ancients said, "Pluck the flower while it blooms, lest you wait until there are no flowers left to watch porn." At worst, pursuing makes one a beast. Not pursuing makes one even less than a beast. Of course, whether he was a beast or worse than a beast was irrelevant to Zhang Bing. The problem was that he was currently experiencing a surge of lust, and although the hospital had superb medical skills, its humanity was extremely backward; they couldn't even find a pornographic DVD—how could he masturbate without one?

Zhang Bing looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, unable to make a decision.

Just as Zhang Bing was pondering this, Ye Tong turned over, adjusting her body to a more comfortable position, changing from a prone position to a side-lying position—thus, Zhang Bing's eyes had a clearer view of her entire graceful

figure. Her overburdened underwear was even looser, revealing two mounds of pink flesh, and her mysterious and beautiful peaks and valleys were even more obvious, directly burning the man's eyes. "What is this? It hurts so much—" The woman's warm little hand miraculously slipped through her pajamas and reached between Zhang Bing's legs, grabbing his proud little brother and touching it up and down, left and right, her little mouth unconsciously muttering, and even pulling hard, but it wouldn't budge.

She was lying on top of Zhang Bing, and what was originally soft and yielding suddenly became incredibly arousing, poking her skin painfully. She tried to pull it away—

a jolt of electricity shot from her groin to her head. It was the infamous "sex-driven urge." Zhang Bing hadn't expected this, and let out a comfortable groan. He held the woman's small hand, letting her hold it, and gently nibbled at her delicate earlobe: "This is your little brother, the treasure you need!"

"Oh," Ye Tong mumbled in response, turning her head to sleep.

Zhang Bing was going crazy. What did this mean? Teasing? Or playing hard to get?

"Girl, you're the one who touched me first—you touched me, so I have to touch you too—" Zhang Bing couldn't guess what the woman meant, so he could only rely on his own interpretation. He slipped his hand into the gap between her breasts, kneading them back and forth. The smoothness and elasticity of her breasts captivated him, and he marveled at it repeatedly. Each caress sent a wave of pleasure through his groin—

Ye Tong, who had been crying herself to sleep, suddenly felt her body burning hot, and waves of intense, yet tingling, pleasure surged through her breasts. She tried to push it away, but the pleasure only intensified. That wretched hand moved even faster—that

wretched hand? Ye Tong woke up instantly, her eyes snapping open. She saw Zhang Bing leaning down to bite the glistening cherries on her breasts. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, and she screamed like a startled rabbit. Zhang Bing

had originally intended to play with her breasts inside her bra, but the bra fit perfectly, and her breasts, stimulated, became firm. The space inside was even smaller for him, and the tight fit made it inconvenient. So he decided to unhook Ye Tong's bra.

Zhang Bing had been doing this a lot lately, so he was very skilled and it didn't require any technique. He expertly fastened the straps and gently squeezed, freeing his hands from her breasts. After a few more strokes, Ye Tong's breasts became even more erect. Although they couldn't be seen from under the covers, her hands could feel the two nipples rising high, allowing her to feel a slight firmness amidst the softness and elasticity. It was incredibly pleasurable, far more beautiful and sensual than listening to any Beethoven piano music.

Fairness is essential, especially for men. Zhang Bing felt that good fortune shouldn't be enjoyed by both hands alone, so he decided to fairly offer his mouth—but

halfway there, Ye Tong woke up and screamed loudly. Zhang Bing changed his mind, lifting his head back to silence Ye Tong with his own mouth—

"Mmm—" Ye Tong tried to make a sound, but Zhang Bing's mouth sealed her lips. She patted Zhang Bing's back, but after a few pats, Zhang Bing grabbed her hand.

Zhang Bing sucked on her upper lip one moment, then gently bit her lower lip the next. Ye Tong, clueless, wanted to resist but couldn't, her whole body tingling with pleasure. Taking advantage of her inexperience, Zhang Bing's cunning tongue deftly slipped into her mouth, licking and probing everywhere.

Ye Tong was both ashamed and angry. The thing she had been anticipating yet dreaded had finally arrived unexpectedly. She didn't know whether she should resist or not; she only felt dizzy, as if she were suffocating. Her face burned, and her little tongue danced with Zhang Bing's touch. Even though her movements were clumsy, she still passionately intertwined with him, seducing and sucking each other.

The already quiet surroundings became even more desolate and silent. Ye Tong's wildness had vanished; she was completely like a docile little lamb, at Zhang Bing's mercy. Zhang Bing's strong arms held her securely against his chest, and Ye Tong felt a warmth she had never felt before.

Zhang Bing suddenly abandoned her sweet lips and slid down to her snow-white neck, kissing and pecking at her gently. Ye Tong trembled all over, a faint moan echoing in her throat. Zhang Bing then tickled her with his tongue, and Ye Tong felt as if she had fallen from the clouds, every cell in her body feeling powerless. She frantically clung to Zhang Bing, her two pink legs crossing uncontrollably.

Zhang Bing circled her neck once, then moved upwards, slowly kissing her ear. Ye Tong heard the deep, hot breath of a man and almost cried out. Zhang Bing bit her earlobe, sucking on it. Ye Tong opened her small mouth, a half-smile on her face, her cheeks flushed with passionate infatuation.

Zhang Bing slipped his tongue into her ear, and Ye Tong finally broke down, her soft moans rising and falling like soft cries. Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhang Bing's hands began to wander, stealthily reaching for Ye Tong's breasts. Ye Tong was caught off guard, her body trembling violently as Zhang Bing began to knead them.

Ye Tong's ample bosom, already aroused, was now swaying with vibrant energy, her red eyes yearning for her lover's affection. When Zhang Bing's devilish hand grasped her, an even clearer, more tingling electric current pierced through her last shred of hesitation. Losing all composure, she was powerless to resist, completely at Zhang Bing's mercy, only knowing to tightly suck on his lips to soothe her chaotic thoughts.

Zhang Bing, insatiable, found the loosened bra too in the way, so he easily removed the girl's usual protection with a few deft strokes, directly grasping her firm breasts, kneading and shaping them in countless ways. Ye Tong lay there motionless, shyly enjoying his services.

Zhang Bing was naturally very pleased. Ye Tong's tacit consent emboldened him. He skillfully kissed Ye Tong's trembling eyelids, then guided her tongue to teach her more techniques. His hand moved down, his fingers lingering around her navel for a while, just about to go further down—

"Ah—it'll kill me!" Zhang Bing looked up at Ye Tong with a wronged expression, touching his mouth—blood was flowing. Ye Tong had bitten his tongue again, right in the same spot.

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"Zhang Bing, let me go!" Ye Tong only wanted to leave herself with a profound first love, but that didn't mean she would give her body to a man she knew had no future and no hope. She knew what would happen if she continued to follow her feelings, and she didn't want that, because then she would never have the courage to escape again—she was a traditional woman, even in the dirty entertainment industry!

"I won't let go. You made me bleed, and I'll make you bleed too—" Zhang Bing said fiercely, lowering his head to kiss Ye Tong's mouth again. This time, he didn't dare to risk sticking his tongue in, using a traditional Chinese licking kiss.

Ye Tong tried to push him away several times, but to no avail. Her mouth was gagged again, and she couldn't speak. Worst of all, Zhang Bing's demonic hands, after conquering her breasts, stubbornly continued to plunging downwards—

Ye Tong's body went limp, utterly powerless. She knew this was wrong, and her mind knew she should resist. But her hands, which had been pushing him away, were completely powerless. Waves of tingling, deadly sensations surged through her lower body, a feeling both pleasurable, making every pore of her body feel invigorated, and yet also like the decadent pleasure of rapidly descending into the eighteenth level of hell. The inexperienced Ye Tong hadn't expected the allure of intimacy to be so strong. Her mind resisted, but her body resisted. Especially with this man she had already begun to love.

Seeing the woman's resistance gradually weaken, Zhang Bing smiled smugly. His tongue left her alluring mouth, tracing its path down her neck to her high, firm breasts, and he opened his mouth to take one of them into his mouth.

Ye Tong's figure didn't appear very large, but now that it was all clearly visible to Zhang Bing, he found that only Ma Pei could rival hers—her figure and skin were comparable to Ling Shan's, but her breasts were larger, rounder, whiter, and more elastic. Her areolas were only a faint pink, and her nipples were small and pointed, which Zhang Bing couldn't get enough of, constantly sucking and licking them, teasing them in every way. Ye Tong had never experienced anything like this before, and she could no longer control herself, letting out a soft moan: "Ah... um... no... Zhang Bing... please let me go... spare me... ah... how... like this... ouch... um..."

Zhang Bing gently bit and nibbled with her teeth, and Ye Tong trembled even more violently: "ouch... a little lighter... ah..."

Seeing that Ye Tong was already in a state of blissful unconsciousness, Zhang Bing boldly lifted the blanket, wantonly admiring the beauty's entire body—her graceful figure, perfect breasts, fair skin—everything about her was the most perfect structure, every part exuding the woman's infinite charm—a woman beautiful to this extent was no longer an ordinary woman, but a succubus.

Ye Tong was only wearing a small pair of black panties, the silk fabric clearly damp. Zhang Bing probed and pressed with her index and middle fingers, and sure enough, it was sticky and slippery, already overflowing with moisture.

Ye Tong was shocked to realize that Zhang Bing had discovered her shameful secret. Her body trembled violently, and she tried to stop him, but it was too late. Zhang Bing's magic fingers easily slipped through the seam of her pants and invaded her moist source. In an instant, Ye Tong's entire body was completely conquered by Zhang Bing, leaving her completely at his mercy. She felt unprecedented pleasure all over her

body, both hoping that Zhang Bing would stop and hoping that he would not stop. Her heart was in turmoil, and she was experiencing ecstasy. Zhang Bing thought that Ye Tong seemed to have resigned herself to her fate. He continued to suckle her breasts, while his hands calmly removed his own clothes, stripping her naked. Then he removed Ye Tong's only remaining panties, and the two of them embraced naked. Ye Tong smelled the man's scent in her nose. Her vital parts were completely in the man's grasp. She could only helplessly murmur, "Ugh... um... ah..."

Ye Tong was going crazy, almost going crazy, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her resistance crumbled, and she vanished without a trace. She tried to hold back, but instead let out soft moans, her arms wrapping tightly around Zhang Bing's neck, pressing his body against hers. It was as if she wanted to merge them into one.

"Ah—" Ye Tong suddenly tensed, her neck arching high, her long nails digging into Zhang Bing's flesh. Her voice was both alluring and terrifying, both painful and pleasurable. Then her body trembled violently a few times, and this woman's first orgasm arrived.

This first time was given to Zhang Bing's fingers.

Zhang Bing hadn't expected Ye Tong to climax so quickly. He lowered his head and smiled at Ye Tong, whose face was flushed with shame after the orgasm. His gaze began to scan Ye Tong's naked body. Like a clear spring washing over jade-like skin, like sweet dew nourishing a beautiful woman—this was a bewitching enchantress who could make "the emperor neglect his morning court"!

Ye Tong, still lost in the afterglow of pleasure with her eyes closed, felt limp, as if she had just died. After a while, when her strength returned slightly, she opened her eyes. She met Zhang Bing's teasing gaze. Ye Tong pulled back the covers, curling herself into a ball, completely covering herself.

"Ye Tong—" Zhang Bing looked at his still-erect penis, wryly pulling at the covers. There was still an important problem to solve—a man couldn't just let a woman have her pleasure while he suffered; matriarchal society was a thing of the past.

"Ye Tong—" Zhang Bing cried out even more pitifully. They say women are soft-hearted, so he decided to play the victim and beg Ye Tong.

"————" Ye Tong remained unmoved. Although he hadn't actually entered her, her body had been completely exposed, covered in his saliva-stained kisses, even her most private parts had been violated.

Zhang Bing, driven mad by lust, sat at the foot of the bed, yanked back the blankets that Ye Tong's legs were pressed tightly together, and climbed into the makeshift fortress she had constructed from the other side. He grabbed her smooth body, found his position under the covers, and silenced her with his lips as she tried to beg for mercy.

Ye Tong knew that silent refusal wouldn't work; Zhang Bing's actions were becoming increasingly aggressive. She knew that if he touched her again, she would lose all strength to resist. She struggled to break free from the man's arms, wrapped herself in the blankets, sat up in bed, and looked sincerely at Zhang Bing, saying, "Zhang Bing, let me go. You already have so many women, why bother with me? Besides, our relationship hasn't reached that point yet. If—I mean, if one day our relationship reaches that point, I will give myself to you."

"Let's get on the train first and buy the tickets later," Zhang Bing pleaded.

"Zhang Bing—please don't do this!"

"No." Zhang Bing quickly shook his head, shoving Ye Tong, blanket and all, onto the bed. He couldn't let this woman continue. Otherwise, he'd have to leave naked. The moment he was glared at by her innocent, seemingly expressive eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine. He

silenced Ye Tong's mouth with a kiss, then reached under the covers and began caressing her private parts, displaying a relentless, almost predatory, intensity. Shen Mange began panting again, her resistance weakening considerably.

Zhang Bing felt the blanket was getting in the way, and since he couldn't see Ye Tong's injured leg, he ripped it off and pounced on top of her naked body. Sensing her resistance weakening, he dared to leave her side, kissing her nose, eyes, forehead, and ears, then circling back to kiss her neck, chest, navel, and thighs—

Ye Tong gathered all her strength and asked in a soft voice, "Zhang Bing, are you doing this to me because you like me?"

"Yes," Zhang Bing answered without looking up.

"But—ah—"

"But what?" Zhang Bing was kissing her petals, the tingling sensation making Ye Tong cry out. Compared to fingers, the service of his tongue seemed better, deeply intoxicating her.

"I...I...oh...oh...no..." Ye Tong was rendered incoherent by him.

"Say something!" Zhang Bing continued to linger on her petals. To be honest, this was the first time he had served a woman so carefully and meticulously with his tongue; even Li Huan had never experienced this.

"No...no..." Ye Tong suddenly cried out, "Ah..."

It turned out that Zhang Bing's tongue was not only moving, but his fingers were also helping, touching her clitoris and teasing it up and down.

"Oh—no—don't—ah—Zhang Bing—no—" Ye Tong could only beg for mercy, but she no longer had the strength to resist. She had already decided to accept her fate and enjoy it—although she couldn't love him, giving him her first time was still a good choice.

Zhang Bing held his damp fingers in front of her and asked, "Hmm, really don't want to?"

Ye Tong was extremely embarrassed, pouting and glaring angrily at this somewhat rogue and domineering man. Zhang Bing ignored her expression, turned to his side, hugged her, and lay down, chuckling as he grabbed the woman's gentle little hand and placed it between his legs.

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"Ah—you scoundrel—" Ye Tong's body trembled, and she couldn't help but gasp again. What

Ye Tong was holding was a hot, hard thing. Of course, she knew what it was; she had just provoked him. That's why she had caused all these things that were neither right nor wrong.

"You big bad guy!" Zhang Bing's hand stopped the woman's hand from leaving, and Ye Tong angrily squeezed it hard.

Zhang Bing, far from feeling pain, began to throb with pleasure. He leaned in to kiss Ye Tong's fragrant cheek, and Ye Tong turned her face to let him kiss her. He flipped his fingers over and once again tapped Ye Tong's vulva, causing Ye Tong to cry out, "Ah—ah—" "

Oh—my God—" Ye Tong sighed.

"Does it feel good?" Zhang Bing asked in her ear.

Ye Tong nodded, and Zhang Bing asked again, "Are

you still angry?" "How can I be angry when you're like this?" Ye Tong glared at him, but her eyes held a watery, seductive allure.

It seemed Zhang Bing was up to no good again. Zhang Bing, determined to be the bad guy, quickly climbed onto Ye Tong's soft body and pressed his penis against her wet vulva.

"Ah—" Ye Tong panicked, "No—"

Before Ye Tong could say anything to dissuade him, Zhang Bing had already found the right spot and thrust in. The head of his penis was suddenly enveloped by a small, warm space, and the feeling of fullness made Zhang Bing groan involuntarily.

"What—what are you going to do now?" Ye Tong's voice trembled as she tried to move away.

"Nothing," Zhang Bing said with a smile, "Just want to chat."

"Chat about what?" Ye Tong asked.

"This—" Zhang Bing swayed his hips.

"Ah—" Ye Tong gasped for breath, struggling desperately, while a small part of Zhang Bing's penis sank into her wetness.

"Ugh—" Zhang Bing also panted.

"Ah—Zhang Bing—don't—let—me go—I'll—get angry—" Ye Tong tried her best to maintain her composure, struggling fiercely, but Zhang Bing held her firmly, making it impossible for her to move. Moreover, the lust of her body was constantly eroding her will to resist.

Ye Tong's labia were slippery, sticky and tight inside. Although only half of Zhang Bing's head was covered, it was incredibly sensitive, and he couldn't help but rub and shake that half of his head, thrusting in and out repeatedly.

"Ah—" Ye Tong was experiencing something completely new again. She closed her eyes, completely giving up resistance, ready to fully enjoy what might be her only moment of pleasure with this man. The feeling between a man and a woman was so wonderful; she would let herself remember this moment as her most beautiful memory!

Ye Tong weakly opened her thighs, wrapping her legs around Zhang Bing's buttocks, hooking them around him and swaying with him.

"Hey," Zhang Bing said, "talk to me!"

"I—I—" Ye Tong said weakly, "I'm so sad—"

"Sad?" Zhang Bing quickened his pace: "Sad? Or comfortable?"

"Ah—ah—comfortable—oh—sad again—ah—"

"Huh? How could this be?" Zhang Bing asked knowingly.

"I don't know—oh—I—I don't know—ah—don't stop—"

"I don't want to stop—" Zhang Bing said.

"Oh—oh—so comfortable—how could this be—ah—faster—hmm—faster—ah—I'm so hot—hmm—"

"Like this?" Zhang Bing tried to speed up.

“Oh—yes—yes—ah—ah—I—I’m going to die—ah—I’m going to die—”

“Let you die, okay?” Zhang Bing asked.

“Okay—okay—ah—let me—die—ah—really—I’m going to die—”

Ye Tong’s legs reflexively hooked around Zhang Bing, trying to squeeze him into her body, but Zhang Bing teased her, arching his buttocks and deliberately lingering at the door. Ye Tong’s lower body was practically hanging on his waist. She was covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful hair was disheveled, and she was muttering meaningless words. Suddenly, her two lotus-like arms wrapped around Zhang Bing’s neck like snakes, her delicate body stiffened, and Zhang Bing felt large gusts of hot liquid spraying between his legs, giving his little Zhang Bing a complete bath.

Ye Tong’s second time was for Zhang Bing’s little brother—no, his little brother’s helmet!

“Hmm, are you really going to die?” Zhang Bing stopped and asked.

“Hmm—” Ye Tong breathed heavily with her beautiful eyes half-closed, hugging him tightly, but she didn’t want to pay attention to him for the time being.

Zhang Bing was truly proud that he had brought Ye Tong to orgasm with only a quarter of his penis. Ye Tong was dazed for a moment before saying, "Oh my god—"

"Oh my god what?" Zhang Bing kissed her with a sly grin, his body moving again. "I haven't even gone in yet!"

This time he stopped teasing, lowered himself, and tried to penetrate her. Zhang Bing noticed Ye Tong wanted to cry out, but deliberately pursed her lips.

"How is it now?" Zhang Bing teased her clitoris.

"————" Ye Tong only moved her body slightly.

"How is it?"

“Don’t talk to me,” Ye Tong said, “I’m already dead!”

Once Ye Tong let go of her inhibitions, she could be quite wild and unrestrained. Zhang Bing gently buried his entire helmet head into her flower lips and said, “Is that so? Is that so?”

“Ah—” Ye Tong trembled.

Zhang Bing withdrew and then thrust in again, and Ye Tong trembled again.

“Are you alive?” Zhang Bing asked.

“No—ah—”

Zhang Bing straightened his body and continued to thrust, and Ye Tong kept moaning.

“Ah, are you alive now?”

“I’m alive—” Ye Tong groaned.

“That’s good. Since there are still enemies who haven’t surrendered, then I’ll attack with all my might!” Zhang Bing retreated to the exit, his body sank, and suddenly advanced at full speed, resolutely thrusting straight for the heart of the enemy.

Ye Tong screamed in pain as the hard object suddenly broke through, her flesh tearing with pain. She tightly hugged Zhang Bing’s body, pressing him against her soft breasts to stop him from moving around.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Bing gently wiped the sweat from Ye Tong's forehead and asked tenderly.

Ye Tong didn't answer, her heart filled with mixed emotions: pleasure, pain, confusion, loss, and speculation about the unknown future. This shameless man had so savagely and domineeringly entered her body, taking away her most precious thing. How would she deal with him afterward?

Did she love him? Somewhat, but not to that extent; hated him? He had taken away her most precious thing, she had no reason not to hate him.

Before entering, he longed to enter, but now that he was inside, Zhang Bing didn't know what to do. Looking at Ye Tong's expression, something seemed off.

Was what he was doing—actually masturbating?

Zhang Bing patted his head, feeling a pang of pity for this woman. He had gone too far. Zhang Bing didn't move again, nor did he pull out. He lay down and buried his head in Ye Tong's hair, holding her tightly.

Neither of them spoke, and the room, which had been filled with the scent just moments before, became quiet. Moonlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the wardrobe, the bed, and Zhang Bing and Ye Tong's overlapping bodies.

The pain slowly subsided, and Ye Tong was also puzzled by Zhang Bing's sudden change. She sighed softly, wrapped her arms around Zhang Bing's neck, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this what you wanted?"

"I'm sorry," Zhang Bing said in a low voice, his head buried in Ye Tong's hair. The fragrance of her hair filled his nostrils, and his lower body stirred involuntarily. Ye

Tong smiled bitterly, waves of sadness washing over her. "What's the use of saying sorry now?"

"Ye Tong. I hurt you." Zhang Bing sat up straight, silently looking at Ye Tong.

"But you've already done it. What's the use of saying it now?" Ye Tong could only smile bitterly. In the end, she had offered herself up. Perhaps she shouldn't have had that curiosity in the first place—perhaps it was all a tragic fate.

"What can I do for you?" Zhang Bing asked guiltily. Thinking about it, he realized how ridiculous he had been. So many women loved him deeply, letting him do as he pleased, yet he always backed down at crucial moments. Now, he was so eager to sleep with a woman he had only known for less than 24 hours! How could he face all those women who loved him?

The deeper he thought about it, the more problems arose. Zhang Bing once again bury his head in the sand like an ostrich, deeply concealing these issues. As long as he didn't have to face them tomorrow, he would hide for as long as possible.

Zhang Bing felt somewhat dejected. He raised his head, trying to withdraw his "brother" from Ye Tong's body. This time, it was a complete failure. He had reached the enemy's gates, but now he had to retreat—at this moment, Zhang Bing felt immense sympathy for the anti-Jin hero Yue Fei. This feeling was truly inhuman.

"Ah—what are you doing?" Ye Tong cried out again as Zhang Bing moved.

"Get out. Are you going to stay lying down forever?"

"You—" Ye Tong was almost furious, clinging to Zhang Bing's waist to prevent him from moving.

“Okay, if you won’t let me retreat, then I’ll attack—” Glancing at Ye Tong’s face and seeing that she didn’t object, Zhang Bing began his piston-like movements.

Ye Tong shuddered and quickly hugged him to stop him from moving: “It hurts—”

Zhang Bing quickly kissed her cheek and said, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry—”

Despite his apologies, Zhang Bing repeatedly withdrew and thrust in again, each time going deeper and deeper. Ye Tong cried out in pain, of course. Zhang Bing kept comforting her and caressing her, and after a long effort, he finally filled her completely, pressing against Ye Tong’s clitoris.

Tears streamed down Ye Tong’s face, and Zhang Bing licked them away, saying, “Good girl—it doesn’t hurt anymore—”

“You bad guy—” Ye Tong sobbed.

“Okay, don’t cry.” Zhang Bing said, “Let’s chat again.”

“Tch—” Ye Tong huffed, “What are we going to talk about now?”

“Talk—um—for example—” Zhang Bing thrust again: “For example, why is Ye Tong so beautiful—”

“Hmph, you’re talking nonsense!” Ye Tong burst into laughter through her tears.

Zhang Bing spouted nonsensical nonsense, tracing lines on Ye Tong's face with his fingers to distract her, then secretly inserting and removing his penis. Ye Tong gradually forgot the pain.

"How about we go to Golden Apple after we're discharged?" Zhang Bing suggested, not forgetting to wiggle his hips.

"Hmm—" Ye Tong groaned, "No—"

"Why?"

"I don't have time—I snuck out today." Ye Tong was helpless, yet also longing.

"Then you can snuck out next time too, I'll help you!"

"No—I still have a lot to do—and—although I like the liveliness there—it's too chaotic—I'm afraid of being robbed!" She gasped, it took her a lot of effort to say those words.

"I can protect you and stay with you!" Zhang Bing said.

"No! You're not my boyfriend—hmm—your group of women would hate me to death!" Ye Tong looked at the man, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"You're my woman too—we're already so close!" Zhang Bing looked at him confidently, deliberately speeding up his pace.

"I don't want to—you greedy devil!" Ye Tong stared at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over. "We've only known each other for less than a day—"

"We can get to know each other slowly—I believe we'll be happy!" Zhang Bing expressed his intense emotions with a powerful thrust.

"Ah—be gentle—" Ye Tong turned her head away: "Well—it's still different. I can't share the same feelings with another woman, understand?—Will you be my boyfriend? Hmm?"

"This—" Zhang Bing hesitated.

"Hmph!"

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Zhang Bing was speechless and could only use his physical advances to defuse the awkward situation.

The room was filled with the warmth of spring again.

"Darling, do you feel better now? Doesn't it hurt anymore?" But before starting, he naturally had to ask for the woman's opinion. After all, he had already made many mistakes, and if he didn't cherish her, he wouldn't be a man.

"Ugh—ugh—" Ye Tong's face turned as red as an apple: "It's so full, it feels so strange."

"Full?" Zhang Bing said, "I haven't even put half of it in yet!"

"You're bragging!" Ye Tong laughed coquettishly.

To prove he wasn't bragging, Zhang Bing thrust his hips in forcefully. Although he didn't fully penetrate, his flesh was pressed against Ye Tong's, achieving about 80-90% fit. Ye Tong's almond-shaped eyes widened from the strain, and she cried out softly.

"How about it? Do you believe me now?" Zhang Bing asked.

"I believe you—you—you have to be gentle—" Ye Tong pleaded.

"Okay," Zhang Bing moved, "like this?"

"Mmm—mmm—oh ho—"

"Does it still hurt?" Zhang Bing asked again.

Ye Tong shook her head, her face a mixture of emotions, her mouth unable to close. Zhang Bing saw her little tongue wriggling in her mouth and couldn't resist kissing her. Ye Tong immediately hugged him tightly, their kiss deep.

Zhang Bing gradually increased the intensity of his movements, pulling out completely and then thrusting back in forcefully. Ye Tong's breathing became heavy, her back stiff and sore. Zhang Bing chose his moment and suddenly launched a fierce attack.

"Ah—" Ye Tong couldn't hold Zhang Bing's mouth and cried out, "Ah—oh—"

"Is this okay?" Zhang Bing also panted.

Ye Tong shook her head desperately, unwilling to answer. Zhang Bing continued to thrust, asking, "Is this okay?"

"Ah—okay—okay—" Ye Tong managed to utter a few words.

"How about this?" Zhang Bing went even faster.

Ye Tong didn't even have the strength to answer at this point, and could only laboriously "ee-ee-ya-ya." Zhang Bing didn't make things difficult for her, burying his head in his work, diligently cultivating.

Perhaps their flirting was too intense, or perhaps Ye Tong's flower path was too fresh and tight, Zhang Bing soon felt a heat in his lower abdomen and a chill down his spine. He guessed he probably couldn't hold on much longer, and he didn't intend to continue.

At the same time, Ye Tong's waist also bent laboriously, her small round buttocks actively cooperating with Zhang Bing's advances, her buttocks soaking wet and disheveled. The two embraced each other, fighting a life-or-death battle.

The decisive moment came faster than expected. Ye Tong began to scream loudly, her voice piercing and powerful. Zhang Bing's breathing became heavy, and he was drenched in sweat. Finally, Ye Tong suddenly collapsed, releasing even more fluid. Zhang Bing froze, the powerful bullet deeply embedded in Ye Tong's flower.

Neither of them had any strength left, so they could only embrace and catch their breath. Zhang Bing's hands caressed Ye Tong's body, making her feel even more tender.

"So beautiful, Ye Tong—" Zhang Bing whispered gently in her ear.

Ye Tong looked up at him, her deep eyes bright and sparkling, like a clear lake.

The wind and rain subsided, and everything returned to calm. The room was filled with the hormonal scent of their lovemaking. Zhang Bing remained on top of Ye Tong, holding her naked body. Neither of them spoke, only listening quietly to each other's breathing.

"Can we get up now?" Ye Tong suddenly spoke, the tenderness and desire gone from her face, replaced by a calm, even somewhat cold, expression.

This slightly surprised Zhang Bing, who was deep in thought. He kissed Ye Tong's forehead and climbed off her. Her body felt a little cool; it was more comfortable lying on top of her.

Ye Tong silently sat up, put on her underwear, and then wrapped herself in the blanket. Looking at the bright red bloodstains on the white sheets, she felt a sense of loss. Her heart felt empty, as if she had lost something.

From today onwards—no, from this moment on—she was a woman, a woman who wanted to love but couldn't.

Zhang Bing, seeing Ye Tong's dazed expression, felt a sharp pain in his heart. He gently pulled Ye Tong, along with the blanket, into his arms. He held her tightly, very tightly. The words "I'm sorry" hesitated on his lips for a long time, but ultimately remained unspoken. Sorry for having her hymen repaired? He might as well just give her eighty yuan.

"Zhang Bing—" Ye Tong softly called Zhang Bing's name, her eyes not looking at him, staring blankly at the white wall.

"Mmm," Zhang Bing replied softly.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"I'm sorry, I just—I couldn't help myself—" Zhang Bing still managed to say those three words. Because he didn't know how else to begin. He tried hard to find an excuse for his actions, but found that he couldn't find one—yes. The only reason was that he couldn't help himself while holding someone while naked. But was that a reason?

"Is 'sorry' useful? You've disappointed me." Ye Tong sighed and shook her head. "I was originally going to always consider you a friend, although I may have fallen in love with you."

"I've always considered you a friend too," Zhang Bing quickly said, only to realize how ridiculous his words were afterward. A person forcing their friend to have sex? How fragile and powerless those words were. Zhang Bing had always thought he was eloquent, but now he realized that he really couldn't think of any words to explain his shameful behavior, "It's just—"

"Just what?" Ye Tong stared at him, her eyes flickering.

Zhang Bing dared not meet her dazzling gaze, turning his head away. "It's just—you're so beautiful—I—couldn't help myself—I really didn't mean to!"

To his surprise, Ye Tong nodded. "I believe you."

Ye Tong smiled sadly at Zhang Bing, tears welling in her eyes. "Zhang Bing, do you know? You were too hasty."

Zhang Bing nodded; he had indeed been too hasty. "He wasn't ready, and I went in. How painful that would be—and we didn't even have a condom. What if—"

"You know, even though we've only known each other for a day, I really like you. Maybe, I've already fallen in love with you!" Ye Tong wiped away her tears, her fair face flushed from the friction of her palm. "I don't know why I've fallen so much in love with a man. It's unbelievable! But no matter how much I love you, I'm not going to give myself to you right now. Besides, I don't want to share your love with other women. I don't want to—"

Ye Tong was a little emotional, holding Zhang Bing, her pain and love intertwined. She reached out and stroked the man's face. "The strongest feeling you give me is your authenticity. Your selfless love for the children, your silent care for every woman. Although you didn't say anything, from your eyes, from your expression, I could see that you love and care about each of them. Even to me, a complete stranger, you were very warm and generous. Although you always jokingly try to take advantage of me, I know you're just kidding. You won't really—so I'm at ease—"

"Having been in the entertainment industry for three years, I've seen too much filth and corruption. I've seen plenty of men dressed in suits and ties, looking like upright gentlemen, yet they're capable of any despicable and vile act. The more they pretend to be virtuous, the more thoroughly they commit evil deeds. They pretend, they have excellent reputations, they accept the world's adoration as a matter of course, while behind the scenes they commit heinous crimes with impunity—theft, rape, murder, and all sorts of evil—but they are truly wicked—I loathe them to the core. After learning about some of their despicable behavior, whenever they come to greet me with a polite air, I feel like vomiting—"

"When we were chatting just now, I asked you if you were in a relationship, and you nodded yes. It wasn't really my problem, but a bittersweet feeling of helplessness welled up inside me—I asked you to carry me to the shower, and as I nestled in your arms, I told myself, this is the most intimate skin-to-skin contact I've ever had with you—from today onwards, we're just ordinary friends—"

"But Zhang Bing—why are you doing this to me?" Ye Tong sobbed uncontrollably in Zhang Bing's arms, trying to release all the grievances in her heart through her tears.

Zhang Bing held Ye Tong, speechless for a long time, his eyes also moist. He wiped his head on the blanket, so no one would know he had been crying.

This time, it was all his fault. A relationship without feelings is called lust; a relationship with feelings is called—what? Why does my heart hurt so much?

After crying for a while, Ye Tong raised her head, smiling at Zhang Bing with tears streaming down her face: "I'm your woman now, what are you going to do?"

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"I'll marry you," Zhang Bing replied in a deep voice.

"What about the other women?" Ye Tong asked with a smile.

"————" Zhang Bing was speechless. Could he let go of those other women? His fate was now intertwined with too many people, and he probably wouldn't be able to control his own destiny most of the time!

Ye Tong reached out and touched Zhang Bing's mouth, nose, and eyelids, and gently smiled, "You cried. Why are you crying? Are you in pain? I don't know how many women you have, but I know that your life is inseparable from them, and their lives are inseparable from you. You can't let go of them. I'm just an outsider, and I don't want to share a man's feelings with other people—excellent men always have too many excellent women throwing themselves at them. I can't control myself from liking you, but now that things are like this, I won't force you to marry me, or I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life—"

"Ye Tong—" Zhang Bing stroked Ye Tong's hair and gently called her name.

Ye Tong threw back the covers, hugging Zhang Bing tightly, and gently closed her eyes: "It'll be dawn in six hours. Hold me for another six hours. During this time, I'm yours—when it's dawn, I'll have to leave—"

Zhang Bing's expression changed: "What? You're leaving?"

"Yes. Otherwise, I don't know how to be with you after dawn," Ye Tong said sadly. Tears welled up in her eyes again, dripping onto Zhang Bing's chest, burning like fire.

"No. Your leg injury needs care—" Zhang Bing refused.

"My assistant and bodyguard will come tomorrow to help me arrange everything."

"But you're unfamiliar with this place—it will be dangerous!" Zhang Bing knew he couldn't let this woman leave, otherwise he would never see her again. He could only keep her by his side, taking advantage of their proximity, hoping to make amends later—

"Zhang Bing, I've given you my most precious body, aren't you satisfied—let me go, don't make things difficult for me—" Ye Tong pleaded, sobbing.

"Alright!" Zhang Bing nodded sadly. He cupped Ye Tong's pretty face and gently kissed away her tears, slowly and tenderly. His heart was already touched by this woman; he liked her, that was for sure.

"I will let you leave this hospital, but I will not let you leave my side!" This was what Zhang Bing said to himself.

After leaving the hospital, Ling Shan told Li Huan to take the two girls back first, while she went directly to the train station and found Fatty and his four henchmen waiting for her.

"Sister Hei, it's not that I didn't follow your instructions today, it's that Director Deng came directly to me and even mentioned your name. I know he's a friend of Young Master Zhang, so I told him the truth." Fatty's bald head was covered in sweat. The 187cm tall and burly man was terrified in front of the calm Ling Shan, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Alright, this isn't your fault. After all, I repeatedly warned you not to go against the government, and you did a good job on that." Ling Shan waved her hand, gesturing for Fatty to sit down, but the implication in her words made Fatty's heart, which had just calmed down, tense again. "However, I don't want this to happen again. Whenever it involves me or Zhang Bing, I want you to remember this: without my permission, no one is allowed to leak a single word."

"Yes, Sister Hei, don't worry, we will definitely remember!" The four stood up and answered respectfully.

Ling Shan waved her hand casually, telling them to be relaxed. "How's your analysis of what I asked you to do?"

"Sister Hei, we first collected descriptions from all the bystanders, and also retrieved the hospital's descriptions of the four thieves' conditions. Our consensus is that even if the four of us team up, we're no match for Young Master Zhang. We can only hold him off for half an hour at most. Of course, we might be able to inflict minor injuries on him!" Fatty took a folder from the table next to him and handed it to Ling Shan. "Our complete report is here, including detailed data and comparative analysis."

"In other words, even if Young Master Zhang faced any special forces soldier we know of, without using weapons, he could hold his own against two. Of course, if Young Master Zhang received systematic training instead of relying solely on physical talent, he might even be able to handle three." Tiger Head, the most analytical among the top generals, was in charge of the organization's intelligence system.

"If it's an assassination, one of our assassins would be enough to severely injure Young Master Zhang!" Scarface, the leader of the assassination organization, a lean young man, spoke concisely and remained silent throughout.

Ling Shan turned her gaze to the last young man, the镖头 (镖头 is a term used to describe a bodyguard or镖师, often implying someone who is extremely burly and has a forthright personality), who was actually the strategist of the entire organization.

"Sister Hei," the镖头 said calmly and methodically, "if possible, I suggest you let Young Master Zhang spar directly with our brothers. That way, we can better analyze and judge the situation." "However, I must remind Sister Hei of another strange phenomenon. Everyone can see that Young Master Zhang isn't injured, so why is the hospital admitting him? Have they discovered something?"

The other men looked at the镖头 with surprise, wanting to speak, but remained silent, all looking at Black Phoenix.

"Hmm, your reminder is exactly what I need to tell you next. Tiger Head, we need to find out the hospital's purpose as soon as possible. If those medical fanatics find out about Zhang Bing's extraordinary constitution, they'll definitely use him as a guinea pig, and that would be troublesome!" Ling Shan looked at the镖头 approvingly. This guy's insight was sharp, his thinking comprehensive. Who would have thought that she had discovered him from a group of orphaned children scavenging for garbage?

"The rest of you, leave this to the police. We shouldn't take any further action, and we need to restrain our men to avoid provoking any higher-ups and attracting their attention. The consequences of this are unimaginable to you." Ling Shan finished speaking and waved for the four to go about their business. She needed some time to think things through.

"Oh, right, Tiger Head, give me Ye Tong's information in half an hour. She's supposedly an entertainment star." Remembering something, Ling Shan quickly called out to the intelligence chief who was about to leave.

Ling Shan's intuition told her that Ye Tong would definitely have something happen with Zhang Bing, especially since the two of them were now alone in a room together. Ling Shan was quite disgusted by Ye Tong's shameless advances, but she didn't say anything. She didn't doubt that this woman would steal Zhang Bing's love from her and other women, but she didn't want Zhang Bing to get into more romantic entanglements. This was a consensus she and Li Huan had reached a few days ago. Ling Shan felt it was necessary to be wary of this woman who was actively approaching Zhang Bing. Who knew what she might do? So, when she came out, she specifically instructed her subordinates to guard all the hospital exits 24 hours a day in case anything happened.

After handling some organizational matters, when Ling Shan returned to the Red Lake Villa, Ai'er and Fei Fei were already fast asleep together. She smiled apologetically at Li Huan beside her, "I'm always troubling you!"

"What are you saying? We're sisters!" Li Huan smiled at her, emphasizing the word "sisters," something they both knew. "By the way, I'm worried something might happen to Zhang Bing. How about we go to the hospital early tomorrow morning? I'll trouble you to take care of him during the day, as I have to go to work. Tomorrow is the first day after the Spring Festival, I can't skip it."

"Hehe, we're on the same page. Let's go early tomorrow!" Ling Shan smiled; it seemed Li Huan shared her concerns.

When Ye Tong woke up again, it was already dawn. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the closed room. She only felt that she had a dream last night, a dream with both pain and sweetness. What was the dream about? She forgot, or rather, she didn't want to remember.

Looking at her naked body, she saw red bruises on her delicate skin and the scent of a man on her body. The large patch of freckles on her lower body made her mind go blank for a moment—while the man who was the culprit had already left.

Ye Tong stared blankly at the red stain. Had the love she'd longed for for so many years arrived in this way? And ended so awkwardly before it even began? She would eventually forget that man. Or, seal him deep in her heart and never think of him again. She would sever all ties with him.

Sacrificing her own love for someone else's sake—how noble—Ye Tong smiled bitterly.

That man was gone; he probably felt it was too embarrassing to face him and simply avoided him. That was for the best, saving everyone from embarrassment or heartbreak. But now, she had to rely on herself for everything. Ye Tong lay on the bed and tried to lift her leg; the pain had disappeared. After a night of rest, she felt much better; she should be able to walk now. Her leg didn't hurt, but her lower body was extremely painful. She couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Zhang Bing.

Ye Tong gently got out of bed, but as soon as her toes touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through her bones, and she cried out and fell back onto the bed.

Her leg still wouldn't give way. What could she do? Even if she called her assistant immediately, she'd have to wait half an hour. Was she going to spend the whole day in bed? But then she needed to pee. She couldn't just do it in bed, could she? It seemed she'd have to call a nurse first—though she disliked having nurses she didn't know help her.

However, her hand was still struggling to press the call button when Zhang Bing came in with a grin, greeting Ye Tong casually, "Good morning."

Ye Tong panicked, unsure how to react. Her expression quickly shifted, choosing the most suitable coldness for the situation: "Didn't you go out?"

"Yes. I went out as soon as it was light," Zhang Bing replied with a smile.

"Then why are you back? Did you think I'd already left?" Ye Tong hadn't expected this man to be so heartless; she almost cried.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Bing found her question strange. "I just went out to buy breakfast. You definitely won't like the hospital breakfast."

"Here, eat something." Zhang Bing placed the food on the table: red date and millet porridge, the city's famous Dezhengyuan steamed buns, and a packet of brown sugar and red dates.

"Ah—" Ye Tong didn't know what to say. She realized she had misunderstood him; he was actually so caring and attentive, even personally going out to buy her breakfast.

"Where did this porridge come from?" Ye Tong asked curiously, noticing the Fu Cui Yuan brand on the packaging.

"Hehe, since it's your first time in this city, you should definitely try our local specialties. Fu Cui Yuan's porridge and De Zheng Yuan's steamed buns are both delicious and famous. I queued up all morning to buy them," Zhang Bing replied with a smile. "Oh, right, there are also red dates and brown sugar; it's said that women need to replenish their blood during their period."

Ye Tong felt a little touched, though she maintained a nonchalant expression: "When did I say I wanted to eat this?"

"Hehe, this is delicious! As the ancients said, sharing joy is better than enjoying it alone. If I think something is good, of course I'll recommend it to you! You're my closest person!" Zhang Bing said matter-of-factly.

"Boring! That's robber logic!" Ye Tong took a sip of warm, fragrant porridge, and her complexion softened considerably.

However, she immediately stopped eating, her face flushed, because she needed to urinate; she was desperately holding it in.

Zhang Bing, however, understood her expression.

"You need to pee, right? Come on, I'll carry you there." Zhang Bing said, reaching out to pick Ye Tong up. Ye Tong had been in a daze since getting up and hadn't even had time to put on her clothes. She was fine at night, but now she felt a little embarrassed during the day. She hurriedly burrowed deeper into the covers, even though she really needed to pee.

"Look at you. We've already had the most intimate contact. What's there to be shy about?" Zhang Bing grabbed the covers and, without a word, picked her up and headed towards the bathroom.

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"Couldn't you have waited until I left before coming back? I told you I didn't want to see you!" Ye Tong didn't dare look at Zhang Bing, shyly sticking her head out from behind him and asking.

"You can't pee if I don't come back." "Zhang Bing said with a smile.

"My assistant will be here soon." Ye Tong said, still angry.

"Okay. We'll talk when he gets here." Zhang Bing replied perfunctorily.

"What do you mean, 'talk when'? You said you'd let me leave." Ye Tong said angrily. This was the only way she could hide her anger. She knew that as long as this man tried to keep her, her heart wouldn't leave.

"Okay, I'll definitely let you go." Zhang Bing nodded.

"Don't try to stop me!" Ye Tong thought for a moment and added.

"Okay, I won't try to stop you."

"You mean what you say."

"Of course. I'll take you to where you're going today, and we'll move to the hospital where you're staying. After all, it's more convenient for me to take care of you than for them!" Zhang Bing grinned mischievously. "

You—" Ye Tong couldn't speak, only managing to bite the man's shoulder hard.

After helping Ye Tong relieve herself and dressing her, Zhang Bing handed her a steaming bowl of porridge.

"Zhang Bing, if I don't leave, what will our relationship be?" Ye Tong asked hesitantly, her heart beginning to waver.

"It doesn't matter what our relationship is. As long as I can be with you," Zhang Bing deliberately changed the subject.

"Zhang Bing, let me go. I'll come back the day I fall in love with you," Ye Tong said, tears welling in her eyes.

"But you've already fallen in love with me," Zhang Bing said, gently embracing Ye Tong.

"But—" Ye Tong hesitated.

"There are no 'buts.' Love is love, and no reason can stop lovers from being together," the man's words were firm and domineering. When

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Huan and Ling Shan rushed over with breakfast, they found the two of them intimately eating porridge together. Zhang Bing was spoon-feeding Ye Tong, who was sitting on the bed wrapped in a blanket. Seeing the two enter, Zhang Bing's face flushed slightly, but he still smiled and didn't move, continuing to act as his super-nanny.

However, Ye Tong absolutely refused to drink anymore. Embarrassed, her face turned bright red. Even though she was experienced and composed, now that she had stolen someone else's lover, facing the two aggrieved parties, Li Huan and Ling Shan… She was naturally uneasy and couldn't face it with a straight face.

When the two women came in and saw the scene, they knew that things had confirmed their worries, but since things had come to this, they didn't speak ill of each other—although they didn't want Zhang Bing to get involved in any more romantic entanglements, since it had already become a reality, they were forgiving enough to treat every woman around Zhang Bing kindly. Besides, Ling Shan had specifically checked Ye Tong's information last night and felt that she didn't have any of the ulterior motives they were worried about, so they were relieved. If Ma Pei had come in and seen this scene, it would probably have been quite a spectacle.

"Hehe, Li Huan, it seems that the breakfast we brought is useless!" Ling Shan smiled calmly and pushed the breakfast to Zhang Bing, "However, we queued for half a day to bring this from Dezheng Garden, so no matter what, you two have to eat it! Hehe!"

"Yes, you must eat it, Xiao Bing eats most of it, and Ye Tong eats a third of it, that's an order, hehe!" Li Huan understood Ling Shan's intentions and joined in the teasing with a smile.

They weren't bothered by her trying to steal Zhang Bing's boyfriend, only offering her some breakfast. Ye Tong, being a considerate person, naturally understood the two women's magnanimity and goodwill. Overcoming her embarrassment, she quickly smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Li Huan and Sister Ling Shan! The breakfast you brought must be delicious; I'll definitely finish it all!"

"That won't do," Ling Shan said, feeling extremely sorry for Zhang Bing and genuinely worried that Ye Tong would eat it all to please them. "Zhang Bing will eat most of it; it's settled then!"

Ling Shan's words were the truth, referring to Zhang Bing's dealing with the thugs yesterday. However, Zhang Bing and Ye Tong didn't think so. They had been so active last night, and sex is considered by many to be the most energy-consuming activity for men. So, they couldn't help but think about that. They assumed the two women already knew about their encounter, and they both blushed and felt extremely embarrassed. Ye Tong, in particular, had slept with a man on the very first day they met, and now that she had been found out, even her neck turned red. Her head almost buried in her ample breasts, and she dared not say another word.

"Hehe, I'll eat it, I'll eat it all!" Zhang Bing, thick-skinned as ever, chuckled and changed the subject, "Even if Huan-jie and Shan-shan brought breakfast themselves, I'd eat ten more servings!"

The two women had already noticed something amiss in Ye Tong's expression and couldn't help but sigh at how powerful Zhang Bing's love life was, managing to get into bed with someone in just one night. Li Huan, in particular, thought to herself that she had also given herself to Zhang Bing almost the first time she brought him home, and inwardly cursed, "I must strictly control this guy in the future; he's too irresistible to women!"

"Hehe, then Ye Tong, finish your porridge first. Xiao Bing, eat your steamed buns slowly, and you can have the porridge later." Li Huan smiled, easing the awkward atmosphere, and took the bowl of porridge from Zhang Bing's hand. "Go eat your food; I'll feed Ye Tong."

"No, no, I can do it myself!" Ye Tong dared not let Li Huan serve her; that would be too ungrateful. In her haste, she forgot her shyness and quickly snatched the bowl of porridge from Li Huan's hand, eating heartily.

Respect is reciprocated; that's how relationships work. The women, united by a shared love, soon became sisters, laughing and joking together, leaving Zhang Bing, the original center of attention, somewhat sidelined, much to her delight and frustration.

After a while, Li Huan prepared to leave, as she was in a hurry to get back to work. Before leaving, she told Zhang Bing, "I have to go to work today, and Ling Shan has a lot to do too. The two girls are in your care today—no, three girls, one older and two younger, hehe."

"Hehe, I'll go pick up the two girls too, and go with Li Huan! Xiao San, take good care of Ye Tong. If you need anything, my two subordinates are outside; let them handle it!" Ling Shan also quickly smiled and prepared to leave, winking and making a face at Zhang Bing.

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