Power and Wealth Chapter 1408: Took advantage

Chapter 1408: Took advantage

What does this mean?

Night.

11 pm.

The drizzling rain had eased a bit.

In the quilt laid out on the living room floor of the Jiang family, Dong Xuebing and Jiang Fangfang talked about work for three minutes and spent three minutes touching her.

That flesh.

That smoothness.

That tenderness.

Oh, don't even mention it.

Dong Xuebing worked up and down, feeling completely at ease with Sister Jiang. Both his hands were now infused with the faint, clean fragrance of County Chief Jiang. After touching her for a long time, even the warmth from Sister Jiang's autumn pants and the back of her skin seeped into his palms, making him feel very comfortable. Of course, because Dong Xuebing couldn't figure out what Jiang Fangfang was thinking, he didn't dare to go too far. He just played around the edges, and even if one hand reached into her red cotton autumn clothes, he, at most, touched her back and lower belly, refraining from going elsewhere for the time being.

Ah, truly enjoyable.

I wonder if I'll have this honor in the future.

After discussing work, Dong Xuebing saw that Sister Jiang, facing away from him, didn't say anything. He felt a bit embarra.s.sed to continue. He cleared his throat.

"Sister Jiang."

"Yeah."

"Are you tired?"

"It's all right. What's the matter?"

"Cough, it's nothing, it's nothing."

With no real topic to discuss, he didn't want to bring up anything. Mainly, Dong Xuebing didn't know what to talk about. The atmosphere was a bit awkward; after all, he had one hand in her clothes and the other grabbing her flesh b.u.t.tocks.

The living room fell silent.

The quieter it became, the more awkward it seemed.

Dong Xuebing felt a bit uneasy. He kept thinking that Sister Jiang might be angry. Although County Chief Jiang seemed to have a personality that couldn't be shaken by anything, that was only on the surface. Since everyone was human, it was impossible not to get angry. Dong Xuebing was afraid that it could be problematic if she was angry but didn't show it on her face. He didn't want to wait for Sister Jiang to make things difficult for him.

Is she angry or not?

Why doesn't it seem like it?

Dong Xuebing blinked his eyes a few times. Today, he was a bit bold. With determination, he grabbed a handful of Jiang Fangfang's b.u.t.tocks with force. He thought that she would move his hand away if Jiang Fangfang was truly unhappy. However, after pinching, Jiang Fangfang still didn't react or say anything.

She isn't angry.

What does that mean?

Does it mean I can go further?

Dong Xuebing was just feeling his way through. Going by instinct, he adjusted the direction of his body. Slowly moving forward, he pulled one hand out of her back, removed the other from her b.u.t.tocks, and wiped it on Jiang Fangfang's waist, reaching for some small excess flesh on her lower abdomen. This time, he didn't linger but directly inserted his hand. He slid into Sister Jiang's red cotton autumn clothes that had been opened quite a bit by him, moving upwards. His fingertips touched her belly b.u.t.ton, and his middle finger slipped inside. Dong Xuebing didn't take any action for a moment; instead, he paused.

Suddenly, Jiang Fangfang spoke, "What time is it, Xuebing?"

"Ah," Dong Xuebing looked up at the clock. In the late night, it was hard to see clearly, "It's probably around eleven, maybe a few minutes past."

Jiang Fangfang moved her body slightly, "It's so late."

"Yeah." Dong Xuebing glanced, and his hand s.h.i.+fted. He inserted the fingernail under her bra's lower edge and gently pressed down, opening the tightly stretched lower edge of the bra, inch by inch, squeezing in.

One millimeter…

Two millimeters…

Three millimeters…

Huh, it seems like the fingernail has sunk into something soft.

But there isn't any obvious sensation yet. Dong Xuebing squeezed a bit more, afraid of hurting Sister Jiang, so he didn't exert much force, and after a while, he still couldn't get in. The bra was too tight. It seemed to have an underwire. Dong Xuebing, feeling a bit embarra.s.sed about the non-face-to-face situation, made several attempts but couldn't succeed. His forehead was sweating, and he used more force in his urgency. He felt it; it was like his fingers touched flesh. However, just as his fingers were about to go inside, a woman's hand suddenly pressed over from outside the autumn clothes, lightly pressing on Dong Xuebing's hand.

Uh.

Sister Jiang blocked it.

Dong Xuebing leaned over to look and saw the hand pressing down on his arm. Since Sister Jiang's back was facing him, he still couldn't see her expression. However, her att.i.tude was clear. Although the force she used to press down was light, the signal was transmitted. Dong Xuebing naturally didn't dare to be presumptuous. He reluctantly withdrew his hand from her bra, which didn't go all the way in—only a finger and two fingernails made it inside. After thinking about it, Dong Xuebing, fearing she might get angry, continued withdrawing his hand even further, not hesitating to pull it out from inside her autumn clothes.

"Get some rest." Jiang Fangfang's voice was calm.

Dong Xuebing coughed. "Uh, yes, you should rest early too."

"I'll rest in a while. When I'm sleepy, I'll sleep."

"How about, should I tell you a story?"

"Sure, but don't turn on the light. I don't have many books at home. Well, just talk casually. If I listen for a while, I might fall asleep."

"Okay, what story do you want to hear?"

"Anything, as long as there's sound in my ears."

"Then I'll tell you a story. I only remember a few fairy tales."

Seeing that she took her hand back but didn't fix her somewhat displaced autumn clothes and wrinkled autumn pants, Dong Xuebing cleared his throat. He began telling a Cinderella story, casually concocted. While speaking, Dong Xuebing observed Jiang Fangfang's back. After a while, Dong Xuebing felt a bit regretful; he thought his direct attempt to reach into her bra was too much. Maybe he should try something less intrusive.

He couldn't help but reach over again.

This time, he didn't go inside the autumn clothes but instead inserted his hand into Sister Jiang's armpit, pus.h.i.+ng aside her arm that was pressing against her ribs to reach the front. Slowly, he grabbed Sister Jiang's left breast from behind.

Soft.

Finally caught it.

However, before his hand could warm up, a woman's hand reached over and gently grasped Dong Xuebing's hand, pulling it out. Dong Xuebing wanted to continue, but Sister Jiang's hand didn't let go when he moved his hand. He tried to pull back, but her hand also pulled back, and the two hands began a silent struggle over Jiang Fangfang's left breast. However, neither used much force. Dong Xuebing realized it wouldn't work and felt a bit regretful. If she didn't allow it, he didn't want to provoke Sister Jiang. Now that she had set a boundary, Dong Xuebing had an understanding.

"At this moment, Cinderella lowered her head."

Dong Xuebing was still telling the story, not stopping. However, instead of going inside her clothes this time, he decided to test the waters from the outside.

Dong Xuebing was still telling a story uninterrupted. Meanwhile, he withdrew his hand but stepped further by clasping Sister Jiang's hand. Jiang Fangfang lay on her back, seemingly not resisting this time. Dong Xuebing touched the palm of her hand, his thumb brus.h.i.+ng against the back of her hand. When he first arrived at her house, he and Sister Jiang held hands because Jiang's mother was present, but the sensation differed. Sister Jiang's hand was slender, and her fingers were elegantly long. It felt exceptionally smooth.

One story quickly came to an end.

"Sister Jiang," Dong Xuebing whispered, "Have you fallen asleep?"

"Not yet," Jiang Fangfang replied lightly.

Dong Xuebing held her hand and said, "Then let me tell another one."

However, Jiang Fangfang's hand didn't respond. Instead, it hung loosely. "Hmm, I'll go to the bathroom first. I'm a bit sleepy. When I come back, you can tell me another one. I'll probably be able to sleep by then."

"Sure," Dong Xuebing said without moving his hand.

Jiang Fangfang pulled her hand back slightly.

Reluctantly, Dong Xuebing let go of her.

Jiang Fangfang lifted the quilt, sat up, and stepped into her slippers. However, Dong Xuebing had pushed up her autumn clothes, and her autumn pants were pulled down a bit, presenting a disheveled appearance. As she stood under the moonlight, more than half of her white back was exposed. The front was okay, but the autumn clothes were rolled up behind the bra, and at the hip area, the pure cotton autumn pants bore a faint handprint, evidently left by Dong Xuebing.

Jiang Fangfang pulled down her autumn clothes, and the sound of her footsteps gradually moved toward the bathroom, followed by the closing of the door.

The rain had stopped, and the noise subsided. The sound of water flowing in the bathroom was clear, making Dong Xuebing feel a bit itchy.

Before long, Jiang Fangfang came out after was.h.i.+ng her hands.

Dong Xuebing glanced at her expression, which was quite calm.

Taking the initiative, Dong Xuebing lifted the quilt for her. Jiang Fangfang, with her beautiful bare feet, took off her slippers. One leg stepped onto the floor, and she bent down to sit. Dong Xuebing had initially hoped she would face him, but Sister Jiang maintained the same posture as before, leaving Dong Xuebing with a view of her back.

Oh well, let it be.

Dong Xuebing said, "I've finished."

"Yeah, thanks," Jiang Fangfang said softly.

This time, he told the story of Pinocchio. As he spoke, Dong Xuebing, who had more or less figured out Jiang Fangfang's limits, silently pressed against her. His chest pressed against her back, and his hand, from behind, hugged her. His head buried into Sister Jiang's hair, carrying shampoo fragrance. Every time he spoke, his breath blew through her hair. His hands weren't idle either; he found one of Sister Jiang's hands and held it.

It was good to hold her for a while.

Dong Xuebing was content.

The story was still ongoing, but after a minute, Jiang Fangfang interrupted. She slightly twisted her body and said, "Your elbow is pressing against my ribs."

Dong Xuebing made a sound of acknowledgment. He thought of releasing her, but considering her words, she didn't want him to move away. She only mentioned that the elbow was pressing against her. With a blink of his eyes, Dong Xuebing adjusted his arm slightly. His hand was still holding hers, and the overall posture of embracing her didn't change.

"Is it still pressing?" Dong Xuebing asked.

Jiang Fangfang remained silent.

Dong Xuebing coughed. "Then I'll continue."

"Yeah, I'm almost falling asleep," she said with a hint of fatigue.

Dong Xuebing promptly responded, "All right, don't talk anymore. Just listen to my story."

Embracing the beautiful County Mayor, telling her stories to coax her to sleep—no one in Zhen Shui County would believe this if it were spoken out loud. Feeling the warm fragrance in his arms, Dong Xuebing's heart was also warmed.

Today, he took advantage of County Mayor Jiang quite a bit.