Power and Wealth

Chapter 1661

Chapter 1661

At night.

After nine o'clock.

It was getting late, but Dong Xuebing inexplicably led Sister Luo into the northern room, sidestepping into his main bedroom on the west side.

Inside the room.

As soon as the door closed, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Dong Xuebing didn't know what to do. He busied himself, saying, "Let me brew you another cup of tea. Would you like black tea, green tea, or floral tea? We have some at home, but there's not much variety in floral tea, so black or green tea would be better." His home had many teas, but not all types were available.

Sister Luo sat on the edge of the bed. "Any is fine."

"Don't be shy, pick one," Dong Xuebing said.

"Then green tea," Sister Luo said with a smile.

Sister Luo watched as he brewed the tea. "Your house is huge. Can it accommodate more than ten people?"

"More or less. It might be crowded with over ten people, but seven or eight should be fine. There's enough beds for everyone," Dong Xuebing said, handing her the water.

"Thank you," Sister Luo said, sipping the tea.

Watching her sexy lips with lipstick, Dong Xuebing swallowed and took a big sip of tea, his mind wavering.

What should he do?

Should he make a move?

If he did, would it be appropriate?

Dong Xuebing was caught in a dilemma.

Sister Luo didn't say anything more; she just held the teacup and drank tea.

As time passed, Dong Xuebing didn't know what to do. Jumping on her would be too abrupt. After all, they had always been ambiguous, never openly discussing anything. Besides, she was married, and he didn't know if she would agree. But if he didn't make a move, all the previous efforts would be in vain, and the frustration he felt from being unable to release his emotions due to Fang Wenping's irritation would continue to build. He was almost going crazy.

To make a move or not?

That was the question.

Dong Xuebing was so annoyed that he finished a cup of tea, which usually took half an hour, in just a few minutes and had to brew another cup.

"You should rest tomorrow, too," Sister Luo said.

"Sunday tomorrow, so yes, I'll rest," Dong Xuebing replied.

Sister Luo nodded. "Last time, you said you'd bring me around Beijing."

"Definitely," Dong Xuebing said. "No problem. Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere is fine. I will go wherever you arrange," Sister Luo said with a smile, putting down her teacup. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it wasn't too far from ten o'clock.

Ring, ring, ring.

The phone rang again.

Sister Luo frowned when she saw it and moved away, standing at the door with her back to Dong Xuebing, answering the phone. "Hello, what's up? Mm, mm. She was finished eating, ready to go back to the hotel. Alright, stop being so wishy-washy. I know what time it is. Okay."

The call ended.

Dong Xuebing asked, "Your husband?"

"Yeah, asking again. He's always worried," Sister Luo said helplessly, shaking her head. She put her high heels back on and sat down again, her long skirt rustling as it fell.

Seeing that she seemed ready to leave and was answering the phone while looking at the time, Dong Xuebing couldn't bear it anymore. If he hadn't taken some action, Sister Luo would have left to go back to the hotel. So he gritted his teeth, decided, and sat beside Sister Luo. With a reach of his hand, he hugged her waist from behind. The movement was not big, and the force was light, but the hand on Sister Luo's waist pinched several times.

Sister Luo's body stiffened.

Because he was behind her at an angle, Dong Xuebing couldn't see her expression. He glanced up and leaned over, lowering his head to kiss her ear.

One stroke.

Two strokes.

Three strokes.

His hand slowly slid down, touching Sister Luo's leg.

Sister Luo's legs were plump and soft, with a rich feeling. Although they were separated by a skirt, touching them was very pleasant, smooth as silk.

Sister Luo remained still, her expression unknown.

Dong Xuebing gradually became unsatisfied. Since he had already moved, there was no need to hold back. His hand continued to explore, almost bending down to touch her ankle through the black stockings and high heels. However, that wasn't his intention. Dong Xuebing's goal was to lift her skirt. With a hook of his hand, he grabbed Sister Luo's skirt and slowly flipped it up. The black stockings wrapped around Sister Luo's thighs gradually came into view, with almost nothing covering her ample thighs, fully exposed in front of Dong Xuebing, causing his heart to race.

Her figure was perfect.

Old Luo's body was indeed alluring.

Dong Xuebing's hand slid up and down on her thighs, covered with black stockings, lingering on her thighs for more than ten seconds.

After a moment, Dong Xuebing leaned down and whispered in Sister Luo's ear, "Sister Luo, don't leave tonight."

Sister Luo turned slightly and whispered, "Is everything alright here?"

"Everything's fine," Dong Xuebing said eagerly. "No one will come tonight, and I'm the only one living here. You can leave tomorrow, and we can tour Beijing together."

Sister Luo responded, "Oh, I'll take a bath. I've been out all day for a meeting and haven't had time to shower."

"Okay," Dong Xuebing said, pointing outside. "The bathroom is in the east room, and there's hot water. Do you want me to show you?"

"No need. You go to sleep first. I'll find it," Sister Luo said as she got up, straightening out the wrinkled skirt that Dong Xuebing had touched. She smoothed down her blouse before slowly walking out. Her face remained relatively calm, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Seeing Sister Luo leave the room and close the door, Dong Xuebing thought she might have found an excuse to leave. He leaned back on the bed, pulled back the curtains to look outside, and sure enough, Sister Luo entered the east room and locked the door with a click. Soon after, the sound of running water from the shower came out. Dong Xuebing was excited, feeling restless and impatient. The more he thought about it, the more he itched. Finally, he had to strip off his clothes and climb into the bed, burying himself under the covers, leaning against the wall, and waiting for Sister Luo.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

The sound of the door opening.

Dong Xuebing suddenly became alert but didn't bother to cover himself; he just looked over.

The footsteps approached closer and closer. In a short while, the door to the northern room was opened from the outside, followed by the door to the master bedroom inside. However, instead of Sister Luo's figure, there was a fragrant smell, a mixture of shampoo and shower gel, very pleasant. Then, Sister Luo, wearing only a bath towel, entered the room from the outside, putting her underwear and stockings on the chair in a straightforward manner, bending over to neatly fold her bra and panties, and placing them on the chair.

Dong Xuebing glanced at her movements, and his heartbeat accelerated even more.

Then Sister Luo said, "Where will I sleep?"

Dong Xuebing coughed. "You can sleep here. The bed is big enough."

"Oh." Sister Luo expressed no surprise, just said a flat "Oh. Your bathroom water temperature is quite hot."

"Yeah," Dong Xuebing responded.

"By the way, quite a bit of water splashed on the floor when I was bathing, and I couldn't find the light switch. I didn't have time to clean it up. Is it okay?" Sister Luo asked.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. It'll dry by tomorrow," Dong Xuebing immediately said.

Luo Haiting walked to the bedside in slippers, sat down, glanced at the clock, took out her phone, silenced it, and then, without saying anything to Dong Xuebing, Sister Luo gently climbed into bed, pulled the edge of the blanket, and lay flat on the pillow, her emotions stable.

Dong Xuebing didn't have the same psychological resilience as Sister Luo. He didn't expect Sister Luo to agree to stay here without saying anything, let alone share a bed with him without batting an eye. Dong Xuebing couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling unsettled.

"Sister Luo."

"Mm."

"Could you move in a bit?"

"Oh, sure."

As Sister Luo's warm body got closer under the covers, Dong Xuebing could already feel the warmth. When her smooth thigh touched Dong Xuebing's knee, without a word, Dong Xuebing turned to the side and immediately hugged Sister Luo, eagerly pulling off her bath towel.

Sister Luo didn't say a word and reached out to turn off the lamp at the bedside.

The room suddenly went dark, and Dong Xuebing's eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness. He then took action again in the moonlight.

"Your figure is perfect," Dong Xuebing complimented as he touched.

Sister Luo chuckled, "It can't compare to your wife. I am aging."

"No way," Dong Xuebing said. "You're not old compared to people your age, especially with such good maintenance."

Sister Luo smiled, "Really?"

"Really," Dong Xuebing said, unable to think of any more compliments.

After tossing around and chatting, they still didn't get to the main topic but kept skirting around it. Dong Xuebing glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time. In his heart, he didn't have any intention of delaying further. Sister Luo's behavior already indicated her stance.

What to do?

Just go for it.

Dong Xuebing stopped being polite. His mood had been bad all day, but now, with Sister Luo here, he couldn't help but lose control. Turning over, he pulled down the blanket covering Sister Luo.

Moonlight filtered in softly.

Sister Luo's eyes met Dong Xuebing's.

Sister Luo didn't make any moves either. She just turned her head and looked to the other side.

So, Dong Xuebing didn't hesitate anymore. He pushed Sister Luo's motionless thigh aside and began to take advantage of her.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

Sister Luo breathed heavily.

Perhaps because of the psychological advantage, Dong Xuebing, who had always been polite to women, wasn't as gentle with Sister Luo. Instead, he was somewhat rough, sometimes even slapping Sister Luo's thighs, leaving red marks. But Sister Luo kept covering her face, turning her head to the side, and remained silent the whole time.

That night, Dong Xuebing finally satisfied his cravings.