Chapter 650 — I Can't Help You
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Only, some things cannot be achieved merely because you want them. The more anxious Qiu Lingshan grew, the less she felt. In this sort of business, mental cooperation was often the most important thing—but at this moment her mind was full of the criminal gang and the fact that she was trapped in the enemy's lair. How could Qiu Lingshan possibly concentrate on a single thing?
And besides, to do this sort of thing, one needed someone to fantasize about, didn't one? Who was she supposed to fantasize about? A movie star? A martial arts champion?
Qiu Lingshan's gaze suddenly fell on Wei Zhao. His figure, not especially tall to begin with, now seemed utterly magnetic, and Qiu Lingshan's eyes could no longer look away... Her breathing slowly quickened, her gaze turned wild, and at the final instant before the eruption, Qiu Lingshan cried out uncontrollably: "Ah, Wei Zhao, harder—"
"Huh?" Wei Zhao, keeping watch at the door, was startled by Qiu Lingshan's cry. She... surely had not taken him as the object of her fantasies?
After the frenzy, Qiu Lingshan lay on the ground, eyes somewhat unfocused, gasping for breath. She had not expected her "first time" to be completed under such circumstances! She hardly dared look at Wei Zhao. This time she truly had no face left to show anyone—at the final moment she had uncontrollably cried out Wei Zhao's name. How was she supposed to live this down?
"Done?" Wei Zhao turned and walked over, only to find that Qiu Lingshan had not yet pulled up her trousers, nor hooked her bra back, and was simply lying there on the ground in a manner that invited slaughter. Wei Zhao stirred a little.
Wei Zhao averted his gaze unnaturally and made himself think of none of it. Still, he had to admit that Qiu Lingshan's figure was truly fine—really hot! Full where it should be full, curved where it should curve. A woman who practiced martial arts was indeed something different.
Seeing Wei Zhao approach, Qiu Lingshan hurriedly tried to get up and dress, but she had no strength left. Her whole body felt as if it were about to fall apart; she could not move at all, and her entire being was unbearably languid!
Yet he had to admit that the sensation in that instant had been truly wonderful—especially the moment she cried out Wei Zhao's name, when Qiu Lingshan felt as if her whole body were about to take flight. The true qi and the desire inside her had discharged at the same time, leaving her floating and indescribably light.
Then she thought of how Wei Zhao had already seen her before, and how she had now done such a shameful thing right in front of him. All at once she let it go. So what? What woman had not been seen by a man? Sooner or later there was always such a day—what did it matter?
"I'm done. Give me a hand, I can't get up." Qiu Lingshan held out her hand lazily, and seeing Wei Zhao frown, she said softly again: "Good man, hurry and help the brain-dead girl, oh—I'm so tired!"