Once they were in the room, Jiang Cheng headed straight for the shower.
Xia Meng had already tidied herself up carefully while changing earlier.
Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, Xia Meng's heart began to pound.
She quickly poured two glasses of red wine and set them on the table.
Before Jiang Cheng came out, she started drinking first.
Jiang Cheng had made it clear tonight that she could stay by his side; Xia Meng knew it was time to pay for that privilege.
After a few sips, she tugged the heart-stitched bodice of her maid outfit a little lower.
Moments later Jiang Cheng stepped out. He saw Xia Meng leaning back on her hands, chest forward, knees turned inward as she knelt on the big white bed.
She batted her big innocent eyes, pouted her lips slightly, and sweetly said to Jiang Cheng, "Respected Master, I am your maid Xia Meng. Thank you for letting me stay by your side and serve you. Now allow me to show my gratitude properly."
After the workout, Xia Meng lay coyly in Jiang Cheng's arms.
She tilted her head to study Jiang Cheng's sleeping face.
Long lashes, a straight nose bridge, that sexy Adam's apple—every detail hit her aesthetic bull's-eye.
Curled up in his embrace, she felt the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart.
Most lethal of all were those firm abs; Xia Meng couldn't resist reaching out to touch them.
At first she was a bit shy, but seeing no sign of him waking up,
her courage gradually grew, and after a few minutes it grew even more.
Jiang Cheng caught her wandering hand. "Didn't you say you were sleepy?"
Caught red-handed, Xia Meng looked at him bashfully.
"I'm too excited to sleep."
"So when you can't sleep you play with this? Nice hobby."
"No, I just wanted to check if this is a dream…"
Jiang Cheng was a little surprised; he hadn't expected her to still mind last time.
The Prosecutor leaned in and exhaled gently by Xia Meng's ear.
Then, holding her hand, he said slowly, "How about… I let you try again?"
Feeling Jiang Cheng's breath, Xia Meng's face flushed as red as a cooked crab.
That intimate murmur was utterly bewitching.
Xia Meng instinctively shrank her neck, glancing at the white stockings Jiang Cheng had already hung at the foot of the bed.
Her legs went weak… "Stand with feet shoulder-width apart…"
"Drop your left arm, rotate the elbow inward, push the bow with the left hand at the throat…"
"Great, perfect!"
"Young Master Jiang, you're amazing!"
It was already noon. After lunch, Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng were at the Archery Range in the club.
Jiang Cheng held a Competition Recurve Bow, left hand gripping the riser, right hand drawing the string, arrows whooshing away.
Nocking, setting, hooking, drawing, aiming, release—every motion flowed like water, his posture tall and vigorous.
Xia Meng watched, eyes sparkling with little red hearts.
"Your turn now…"
Saying this, Jiang Cheng took her hand and guided her step by step.
Xia Meng was a quick learner,
and soon she was handling the bow on her own.
The two of them each took a bow and began shooting together.
Before long Xia Meng was breathing a little hard; ten rapid shots were taxing for a girl's stamina.
"This is fun; I should come practice more often."
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