Chapter 1645: Chapter 1645
Zhang Yan’s seductive eyes narrowed slightly as she silently watched Sun Jiajun.
"Did you know that Mayor Wu has been wanted?" Sun Jiajun didn’t speak directly but beat around the bush, as if deliberately going in circles.
He was indeed purposely keeping her in suspense.
Because he knew Zhang Yan was very concerned about things related to Wu Qiangwei.
He didn’t want to finish the conversation and leave so quickly; even if nothing happened tonight, it was good to spend a little more time with her.
"I heard."
Zhang Yan didn’t take the bait; he spoke, and she just listened.
If he didn’t speak, she didn’t ask.
"The warrant for her arrest has been withdrawn."
"Some incidents happened in Pinghai City."
Sun Jiajun deliberately slowed his speech, describing the situation in Pinghai City to her in great detail.
When he finished speaking, he noticed Zhang Yan didn’t show a trace of surprise: "You don’t seem surprised?"
Zhang Yan retorted, "Are you surprised?"
"The arrest warrant in Pinghai City was itself bizarre. Just a little thought would reveal that Pinghai City has issues."
Sun Jiajun blinked, suddenly feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Because he really hadn’t thought about it that much at the time.
"Ahem." He changed the topic: "Mayor Wu called in the evening, asking me to take some people to Pinghai City."
"Hmm." Zhang Yan sipped her red wine nonchalantly.
Sun Jiajun felt a bit frustrated, realizing this woman wasn’t someone he could easily handle, so he stopped beating around the bush and briefly told her about the phone call tonight.
Zhang Yan asked, "Are you worried she has ulterior motives for calling you over?"
Sun Jiajun nodded.
Zhang Yan pondered for a few seconds and said, "It’s probably nothing to worry about, Mayor Sun. Mayor Wu might simply be trying to win you over or to lower your guard. Since it’s a chance for political gains delivered to your doorstep for free, don’t think too much about it, just accept it cheerfully."
Sun Jiajun thought about it and felt she made sense.
The matter was settled, and he should leave, but he was reluctant.
However, staying wouldn’t be appropriate.
He finished his red wine, stood up, and said, "I’ll head back first."
"Mayor Sun." Zhang Yan suddenly called out to him.
Sun Jiajun looked at her calmly with suppressed anticipation.
Zhang Yan asked, "Who is backing you?"
She was too direct, and Sun Jiajun was momentarily stunned, pondering how to respond, when he heard Zhang Yan say, "If it’s inconvenient to say, forget it; pretend I didn’t ask."
Sun Jiajun turned to smile, "There’s nothing inconvenient, it’s the Jiangzhou Lin Family."
The Jiangzhou Lin Family...
Zhang Yan realized that this answer wasn’t unexpected.
She put down her wine glass, uncrossed her legs, placed her palm on her lower abdomen, smoothed her nightgown, and slowly stood up: "I’ll see you off."
Sun Jiajun sighed inwardly, realizing there was no chance.
They walked toward the entrance one after the other. Just as Sun Jiajun was about to change his shoes, he suddenly caught a whiff of fragrance; Zhang Yan had approached without him noticing.
Her soft body leaned against his shoulder, her alluring eyes looked at him, and the dark pupils made his mouth water.
"Zhang..."
As soon as he started speaking, he felt Zhang Yan’s hand reach down to his crotch, gently stroking him.
The little guy in his trousers reacted instantly to the stimulus.
Zhang Yan bit her lip lightly, and her gaze of feigned reluctance but covert desire inflamed his passion. His body reacted faster than his brain, grabbing her and kissing her lips.
Zhang Yan moaned slightly in response, giving a strong reaction, and started undoing his belt.
As their bodies turned toward the living room, by the time they reached the sofa, Sun Jiajun’s pants had fallen to his ankles, and his underwear was pulled down by her.
Sun Jiajun panted heavily, lifted her nightgown, and slipped his hand inside her thighs, exploring through her panties.
Zhang Yan obediently sat on the sofa. Sun Jiajun didn’t hurry to the main event but squatted under her, pried her legs open, and licked her through the small panties.
"Ah~" Zhang Yan clutched a pillow, the veins on her wrist showing, and the tingling pleasure gathered and surged more intensely under his tongue work.
Sun Jiajun’s skill might be average, but his experience was beyond that of a reckless young man.
Furthermore, bedroom matters aren’t just about simple missionary style.
He knew all too well a woman’s sensitive spots.
In just a few seconds, a wet spot appeared on the small panties. Sun Jiajun slowly pulled them aside, flicked his tongue powerfully, and reached inside the nightgown to grasp and knead her soft breasts.
Zhang Yan’s body’s switches were all turned on by him, making her moan continuously, her breath ragged and her muscles twitching.
Seeing the timing was about right, Sun Jiajun stood up, stroked her cheek, and, without hesitation, guided her to kneel in front of him, bringing the little guy to her lips, gently advancing to fill her small mouth naturally.
He caressed Zhang Yan’s hair, moving his hips to enjoy her kisses to the fullest.
After a while, he had her bend over the sofa, lifted her round hips, aimed at the wet field, and thrust in deep.
Her body was fully invigorated, and even though Sun Jiajun’s ability was average, he gave her the ultimate pleasure.
In the end, Sun Jiajun made a few hard thrusts, leaving all his offspring inside without any protection.
"Whew~" He withdrew from her, drenched in sweat, satisfied as he looked at her limp, kneeling body on the sofa.
He suddenly remembered the little pill he had prepared and hadn’t used, so while Zhang Yan was still recovering, he secretly took it out and popped it into his mouth.
When Zhang Yan sat up from the sofa, she was surprised to see Sun Jiajun was ready to go again, somewhat incredulous.
With a wicked grin, Sun Jiajun approached, flipped her over, and kissed her greedily, his hands busy exploring her wet field.
Zhang Yan’s just-calm desires flared up again.
Among the men she’d been with, she could count them on two hands, and for the most capable, it was a masseur she once met at a spa.
That young man had drawn her to visit for over a month.
Besides him, the rest were average.
Yet Sun Jiajun made her experience something else entirely.
For the first time, she found that an average man could take her to the peak, providing a completely different kind of joy.
She couldn’t help but think of Zhou Zheng and then Fan Jie.
Zhou Zheng was older than Sun Jiajun, yet his boring actions left her uninterested.
Fan Jie was younger, handsome, and well-built, but his performance was nothing out of the ordinary.
Surprisingly, it was a man like Sun Jiajun, who was around her age, that let her enjoy unexperienced pleasures.
"Is it good?" Sun Jiajun suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Hmm, hmm~" Zhang Yan bit her lip, whether in pleasure or in response to his question, she couldn’t tell.
Sun Jiajun wasn’t satisfied with her perfunctory response. He moved his fingers deftly below her, the sound of water sloshing, while his other hand slapped her exposed soft breast hard, cursing, "Slut, is it good?"
As his crude words reached her, Zhang Yan’s body shuddered, her reactions growing increasingly pronounced.
Seeing this, Sun Jiajun realized she had never been insulted like this during such acts.
Any woman has a submissive side to some extent, especially when emotion is stirred, the more degraded and beaten, the greater the thrill they feel.
"Pa!" Sun Jiajun continued to spank her, her chest trembling vigorously beneath the strikes, making her cry out even louder than before.
