CHAPTER 338: CHAPTER 337: FOR THE ETERNAL SUPREMACY OF STARS HE’S JADE +3

The wine was a fine bottle Shi Yang’s father brought from home, and he also specially carried two bottles of dry red for the ladies to try.

Zhao Meimei got half a cup, took a sip to try it, and almost found it too sour for her teeth.

A glass was handed to her from the side, and without looking, Zhao Meimei took two gulps. The bitter taste of the wheat, mixed with a hint of sweet and refreshing fragrance, instantly dispelled the sour taste in her mouth.

Zhao Meimei was taken aback, glanced at the remaining liquid in the glass, turned her head in surprise towards Shi Yang, and met his smiling eyes.

The elders were busy chatting with each other, and no one noticed this small gesture.

Zhao Meimei’s lips curled up as she squinted slightly, silently asking: Why are you giving me booze?

Shi Yang threw a very ambiguous look, the hint couldn’t be clearer.

Zhao Meimei’s mind immediately drifted away, filled with images of her and Shi Yang in bed, Shi Yang’s deeply engrossed eyes, his intense breaths, calling her name vividly resonating in her ears.

Sitting next to Shi Yang, Zhao Meimei even lost track of what she was eating. Her thigh intentionally brushed against Shi Yang’s under the table, and he didn’t avoid it.

Shi Yang’s thighs were strong and robust, his knees hardy, the kind of warmth exuded by a mature man, his aura, an intangible indescribable charm, everything about him fascinated Zhao Meimei.

That evening, everyone sat on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala. When the clock struck midnight, after eating steaming New Year dumplings, they went downstairs to watch fireworks. By the time Zhao Meimei put on her down jacket and went downstairs with Shi Yang to head home, it was already late.

The parking space downstairs was quiet, each household had their lights on, but no longer bustling.

Just as they reached the front of the car, Shi Yang suddenly grabbed Zhao Meimei, pushed her against the car door, then kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless.

While kissing, Shi Yang murmured indistinctly, "You tease, I’ve been missing you like crazy..."

Zhao Meimei had been thinking about him all night too, responding ardently.

"Baby... you... ah, you’re so fierce," Shi Yang couldn’t help but press his whole body against her, resting his nose against her forehead, his breath becoming urgent.

The faint sweet scent of Zhao Meimei’s makeup filled Shi Yang’s senses as he caressed her smooth skin, his desire growing.

He took out his keys to unlock the car, opened the door, and pulled Zhao Meimei into the backseat.

Zhao Meimei’s waist was exposed, and the cold air immediately gave her goosebumps. Her body tensed momentarily, then the warmth of Shi Yang’s hand chased away the biting cold, and she gradually relaxed.

Shi Yang’s movements were gentle, Zhao Meimei’s body instinctively arching towards his hand.

Shi Yang bit Zhao Meimei’s neck, rubbing that small patch of skin gently with his teeth, making Zhao Meimei feel her heart pounding as if it would jump out, her blood rushing rapidly to her head and feet.

Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei, guiding her further into the car while he followed, closing the car door behind them. The cold air outside was immediately shut out, and the temperature inside the car rose with their intimate actions.

The cramped space in the car heightened their excitement, Shi Yang’s emotions surged, and his movements gradually turned wild.

With Shi Yang in such a state, Zhao Meimei, too, was completely lost in his actions, desperately seeking more from him.

Shi Yang removed his down jacket, placing it under Zhao Meimei, huddling her legs, pushing himself atop her. Neither of them removed their clothes; Shi Yang unzipped his zipper, and Zhao Meimei’s pants bunched at her knees... waves of sensation crashed over them.

Zhao Meimei’s whole body blushed, her neck slightly arched, her eyes deeply entranced.

Shi Yang opened his eyes, damp with sweat, just in time to see Zhao Meimei’s graceful neck. Swallowing hard, a surge of desire rose inside him, and he sank his teeth in, sucking slowly.

Zhao Meimei moaned from the pain, her body shivering as if stimulated, her already weak waist turning even softer.

Zhao Meimei’s eyes were dazed like she was drunk, her face flushed, her expression a mix of pain and restraint. Shi Yang gazed at her state, his wild movements momentarily softening. He pressed his lips to Zhao Meimei’s ear, his voice rough and unconscious, calling, "Baby... Meimei..."

His eyes and heart were fully occupied by this person, obsessed, immersed, bewitched... every emotion projected onto this one person.

Sensations surged wildly, rending rationality apart, nerves in disarray, bursting suddenly in a moment of collapse.

The feeling inside the car was too hidden, too stimulating, something they hadn’t tried before, both enjoyed the novelty. After the initial act, there was an unstoppable momentum, entwined and breathless like tireless beasts, they continued until the sky turned faintly grayish.

That day, by the time they truly lay in bed at home, dawn was already breaking. Both were utterly exhausted, embracing each other, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Shi Yang’s parents stayed in the provincial city until the second day of the new year before returning. The maternity store opened on the eighth, and Shi Yang became busy again.

After the New Year, Zhao Meimei arranged to meet Peng Hui for shopping and a get-together. After setting a time and place, she turned to call Qian Simeng.

After her make-up exam, Qian Simeng took the train home. Receiving Zhao Meimei’s call made her very happy, and she promised to bring back plenty of local specialties when school started. They chatted for a long time before reluctantly hanging up.

In mid-February, the temperature started to noticeably warm up. Zhao Meimei wore a short down jacket, three-quarter length pants with thin cotton lambskin boots underneath. The boots were the trendy apple heel that could flip out, revealing the brand logo for decoration, a stylish window display model. She also carried a brand-name handbag from a department store, a gift from Shi Yang’s mother, filled with New Year goods for Peng Hui.

Peng Hui had long black hair, clear noodle soup complexion, her face a bit haggard, but her eyes exceptionally bright. She also brought Zhao Meimei some snacks and small New Year gifts from home, including a very exquisite decorative mirror.

They spent the morning shopping at the small commodities market and at noon went to a barbecue restaurant across the street.

While waiting for the dishes, Zhao Meimei took out her phone and sent a message to Shi Yang.

After she sent it, Peng Hui took her phone: "Wow, the latest model! Even more advanced than the one my sister uses, why don’t you use the one you had before?"

Zhao Meimei leaned back in her chair with a smile, her thin eyelids flipping up: "My husband gave it to me, a New Year gift."