Blossoming Flowers

Chapter 178 - Driving Home

Han Qingshan narrowed his eyes as he looked at Jiang Yingyue, unsure of what her intentions were. His stare made her blush, and she looked away, speaking with an embarrassed voice, "If you don't want to, that's fine too."

She had no ulterior motives; she had just seen how tired Han Qingshan was looking and wanted to help him out. By the time the words had escaped her lips, she already regretted them, but she had no other option than to hold onto them, and her little face had turned entirely scarlet.

Han Qingshan smirked when he saw her like this, and he moved even closer to her, so close that their bodies were stuck together, and she could feel his muscular chest pressing against her arm.

She glanced at the driver, feeling slightly awkward, but as if he had noticed her glance, the partition in the car rose and ensured that no one would be able to hear or see what was happening inside the back of the vehicle.

"Compared to laying down, I'd much rather eat you clean," Han Qingshan whispered next to her ear in a sensual voice. His eyes were shining with intoxication, and his lips touched her earlobe as he spoke. The air spraying into her ear was feeling itchy, and a strange tingle was running through her body.

Jiang Yingyue shivered as Han Qingshan enveloped her in a warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist, placed his head on her shoulder, and buried his head at the crook of her neck.

Her lithe frame was pressed against his big body, and her hands tried to push him away in defiance, only to realize that she had no strength left in her arms. All she could do was sit there and allow him to touch her as he pleased.

The arms that had looped around her waist and pressed her against his sturdy chest suddenly started to rummage across her body. His hands were trailing her spine, drawing circles on her back, and making her feel so weird that her body was incessantly trembling in his arms.

Jiang Yingyue was wearing a qipao, so slipping under the clothes was not possible, but his hands found the slit on the dress and touched the skin on her thigh, making her shake. Even more, biting her lower lip as a whimper escaped from her mouth.

The whimper sounded heavenly in the mind of Han Qingshan, and he felt as if he had been given permission to touch her. His hands reached further and further up under the dress, touching her legs, and feeling how the soft skin was even smoother than that of a baby. It was so pale as if it had been drenched in milk, and the softness was so addictive that he could not retreat.

Jiang Yingyue was feeling muddle-headed; she could not really understand what was going on. Every time Han Qingshan was acting like this to her, she felt a strange sensation in her body, but she did not hate it.

It was foreign and slightly scary, but at the same time, the tingling was somewhat addictive. She felt as if she were floating on cloud nine, and her entire body was set abuzz.

Jiang Yingyue was feeling more and more befuddled, and Han Qingshan, who had been nibbling on her earlobe, heard her whimpers and moans. His eyes were ablaze with desire, and he glanced at the partition, his lips quickly covering Jiang Yingyue's.

Although there was a partition and the car was soundproof, Han Qingshan did not want anyone else to hear her sounds, they were exclusively for him.

He suddenly realized that the dress had been pushed so far up that he could see the white lace lingerie that his mother had given Jiang Yingyue, and although the heat in his body was getting stronger and stronger, he forced himself to stop.

He could not be with her in the car like this. She had already said that she belonged to him, why was he rushing like this?

He sighed as he lowered his head and deepened the kiss. He had been filled with desire, the kiss had been urgent and filled with hegemony, but now it turned lingering and soft. He was filled with love and tender care.

Suddenly, before they realized it, they had come to a standstill. The partition stayed up, and Han Qingshan slowly stopped the kiss. It took all his willpower to pull away from those plump and delicious cherry-like lips.

The sound of a door opening and closing could be heard, and Han Qingshan knew that the driver had left the car, quickly leaving so the two lovebirds could be alone.

He sighed deeply as he looked at his own body and the reaction he had. Jiang Yingyue was still not clear-headed, so she noticed nothing. She was leaning against his chest, her breath making him warm, and he was getting more and more stimulated, but he continued to hold back.

Jiang Yingyue slowly regained her mind, and when she looked at Han Qingshan she was blushing furiously, her entire mind was blank as she saw the tent in Han Qingshan's trousers.

She was fully aware of what it was, but she had not seen it like this before. She did not know what she should do or should not do, sitting as still as a frozen figurine.

Seeing her act like this, Han Qingshan laughed, and he reached out, picked her up, and sat her on top of him, her legs spread on either side of him and she could feel something hard and scorching pressing against her.