33. Gong Bingyan’s Soft Moan

Binjiang Road, Starbucks.

"One iced Americano... mmm..."

At the counter, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure pointed at the menu. Her large, pink-tinted eyes narrowed slightly as she let out a soft moan, quickly bracing herself against the counter. "A large one, and also a Frappuccino."

"All right, just a moment."

The clerk glanced at the beautiful woman, who was wearing a white 3D mask, and proceeded with the order without a second thought. After paying, the woman held her phone and trotted toward a corner of the shop, her delicate, fair hand pressing against her mask.

Once she sat back down beside the man, she noticed the oval-shaped remote control in his hand. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she said in a coquettish voice, "Why do you like drinking Americanos?"

Seeing Gong Bingyan lean in, Chen Ze glanced at the area where she was pressing her legs together, his gaze lingering, and smiled. "If you don't experience the bitterness, how can your sweetness be fully revealed?"

As he spoke, both of them heard the faint sound of a physical button being pressed. Gong Bingyan's eyes grew hazy as she pouted playfully, "So I'm not sweet if I don't drink Americanos?"

"You're sweet. Sometimes, you're even salty."

Noticing Chen Ze’s mischievous gaze, Gong Bingyan couldn't help but smile as she opened her bag, took out a lipstick, and whispered, "Then what flavor do you want to taste today?"

"Original."

Gong Bingyan’s hand, holding the lipstick, paused. Seeing Chen Ze start to lean forward, she gave him a playful glare and whispered, "Not today. It’s dangerous today."

Chen Ze’s eyes lit up. He glanced at the scattered customers nearby, reached out to check, and whispered, "You know, the more dangerous it is, the more exciting it gets."

Gong Bingyan’s body shivered. She pushed away his prying hand and leaned into his ear, sounding slightly nervous. "What if I get pregnant?"

"Then we'll have it."

Chen Ze answered so decisively that Gong Bingyan, who was crossing her legs and applying lipstick, was stunned. "No way, I’m still just a kid myself."

They chatted for a few minutes before Chen Ze smiled silently, signaling for her to go pick up the drinks. Gong Bingyan obeyed, walking toward the counter, but halfway there, she let out a moan and couldn't help but look back and glare at him.

Chen Ze watched the sexy, sweet girl in a sailor uniform, her long legs wrapped in white silk stockings. He silently raised his right hand.

As he stared at her, lost in thought, he leveled three of his fingers, keeping his ring finger and middle finger pressed together. The next second, those two fingers began to flick back and forth, moving from slow to fast until they became a blur.

[Special Skill: Flexible Tongue.]
[Special Skill: Shadowless Fingers.]

Two nights ago, while playing a BDSM training game with Gong Bingyan, he had completed a system mission. The