Chapter 77

Song Ning understood that Bai Jin’s trembling was actually a cry on the verge of an emotional breakdown, so she hurried over. She hesitated for a moment behind her, wondering if the girl might have developed a fear of men because of being surrounded by a group of people earlier.

If she was already traumatized, he might upset Bai Jin if he approached her rashly. But the “thud! thud!” sounds were getting more and more frequent. Song Ning steeled himself and hugged the girl from behind.

Bai Jin’s body was soft and had no warmth at all. A few tears dripped onto Song Ning’s arm, which was very cold.

She did not resist Song Ning’s embrace; it seems the girl had not yet categorized all men as terrifying.

Song Ning relaxed, knowing that as long as Bai Jin could accept his silent comfort and the sense of security he provided, the girl could slowly control her emotional breakdown.

As Song Ning relaxed, he began to notice the girl’s fragrance, like a flower bud just peeking out from among the lotus leaves in the summer sun. It was so faint that he hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he did, it was almost imperceptible.

Song Ning closed his eyes and sniffed carefully, unconsciously tightening his grip on the girl in his arms. Just as he caught the scent, the girl in his arms suddenly started to wriggle.

“not good!”

Song Ning inwardly cried out in alarm and hurriedly loosened her embrace. Just as she was about to apologize, her lips were gently pressed against two tender lips, and she was embraced by a pair of slender and delicate arms.

Bai Jin’s kiss was clumsy, her smooth, fragrant tongue licking Song Ning’s gums incessantly, yet filled with burning desire.

After Song Ning came to his senses, he used his tongue to guide her to entwine with his, and soon the girl’s delicate breathing became rapid and heavy.

Song Ning’s hand rested obediently on the girl’s waist, but Bai Jin’s hand slowly became restless, his right hand on her waist slowly moving downwards.

“This isn’t the direction you’re aiming for abs!”

Song Ning thought to herself that Bai Jin probably wanted to do something intimate with her to release her overwhelming negative emotions.

But Song Ning didn’t dare to respond excitedly, in case she misunderstood.

What if Bai Jin’s actions were just a momentary impulse?

He obediently placed his hands on the girl’s waist, not daring to move except for his lips to kiss her.

Bai Jin felt as if she had been drifting on a boundless ocean for more than twenty years, and the hard touch between her fingers was like the ferry whistle coming from the end of the sea.

“Help…help me!”

A silent scream echoed in her heart as her right hand slid directly into Song Ning’s pants, gripping the first thing she encountered—a hot, hard rod that could give her peace of mind.

Song Ning didn’t expect her to be so direct. His erect penis had just peeked out of his underwear when the girl grabbed it.

“It is impolite not to reciprocate,” Song Ning said, moving his hands down to hug Bai Jin’s shapely buttocks and kneading them through her pants.

Bai Jin’s body became increasingly limp, almost collapsing into Song Ning’s arms. Her tiptoes, which had been standing on tiptoe, no longer had the strength to support her body, forcing her to stop kissing Song Ning.

Seeing Song Ning’s gaze, her face flushed, but she didn’t look away, staring at him as she said:

“Want to try my bed? It’s so soft and comfortable…”

Song Ning couldn’t help but think to himself:

“You were the one who wanted to test my thing, it’s thick, long, and rock hard. How did it turn into me testing your bed? Oh well, I might as well go all the way. I’ve already saved the person, so giving them some mental therapy is just a side favor.”

Song Ning continued to move his hands down, inserting them between Bai Jin’s legs from behind, and then forcefully pulled her up, lifting her up. Bai Jin spread her legs and wrapped them around Song Ning’s waist.

Song Ning carried Bai Jin to the large bed. Bai Jin didn’t hold onto Song Ning’s hands, but instead unbuttoned her clothes. She hurriedly took off her clothes when there was only one button left.

When Song Ning threw her onto the bed, Bai Jin was only wearing an unbuttoned bra.

Looking down at the girl, who was unzipping her jeans, Bai Jin’s movements were urgent, her eyes full of longing. After taking off her jeans, she saw that Song Ning was still watching her, and couldn’t help but feel annoyed:

“What are you looking at? Hurry up, don’t you have something to do later?”

As he spoke, he threw his jeans on the ground and began to help Song Ning take off his pants.

Song Ning was wearing loose sweatpants. Bai Jin’s head was pressed against Song Ning’s abs. He grabbed the waistband of the pants and pushed them down, and the pants and underwear fell to the ground.

Although I had already felt its size with my hands, I was still shocked when I saw it with my own eyes. A penis that was almost the size of my forearm slid straight across my face, and my earlobe seemed to be brushed. I could also feel the heat emanating from it.

Bai Jin had her right arm around Song Ning’s waist, her left hand supporting his penis, her cheek pressed against his abs, and she looked up at him.

Song Ning placed his left hand on Bai Jin’s head, and with his right hand, he and Bai Jin held their penises together, bringing them to the girl’s mouth.

Bai Jin stuck out her tongue and licked the glans. She seemed to think it tasted pretty good, so she opened her small mouth and sucked on the glans forcefully.

“Pfft… Pfft… Slurp… Mmm… Mmm…”

The girl skillfully swallowed and released the penis, and Song Ning sighed comfortably, suddenly realizing something:

“So that’s where the romantic encounter card should be!”