Chapter 32: I won’t fuck you

In the morning, after 10 o’clock, Chen Xiang finally woke up. Her body was extremely sore, and she struggled to walk a few steps while supporting herself on the bed. Just as she reached the entrance of the bathroom, someone grabbed her from behind and lifted her up.

“Ah!” She was startled and tried to push the person away. Liao Jun squeezed her mounds and sternly scolded her, “Stop moving around.”

Upon hearing his voice, Chen Xiang dared not struggle. Her legs were extremely sore. As soon as she was put down, she slumped down weakly. The man reached out to support her and used his other hand to touch her leg. With a furrowed brow, he asked, “Is your leg injured?”

Chen Xiang wasn’t wearing any clothes, and her bare leg was touched by his rough fingertips, causing her to shiver from the sensitivity. “No…”

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Liao Jun had just finished running and was sweaty all over when he returned. After Chen Xiang finished urinating, he lifted her up and placed her by the shower. Unable to stand properly, she was half-embraced in his arms, with one hand fondling her mounds and the other squeezing her plump buttocks.

Chen Xiang was afraid that he would continue, so she pushed him away with a trembling voice. “No more…”

“I won’t fuck you,” Liao Jun’s penis was already erect, and he lightly pressed it against her lower back. “Hurry up and shower, I’ll take you to the seaside for a delicious meal.”

Chen Xiang’s mind went blank from the pressure against her back, and she blurted out, “I, I have to go to work.”

Only after speaking did she remember that she now owned the supermarket; she was the boss.

Liao Jun massaged her waist. “After eating, I’ll take you back.”

Chen Xiang didn’t have the right to refuse. After Liao Jun applied the body wash on her and she finished washing up, she wrapped herself in a towel and lay on the bed. The man handed her a floral skirt that was somewhat short, reaching only to her knees. It was also sleeveless, exposing a large portion of her back.

Chen Xiang shook her head. “No, it’s too… too revealing. I won’t wear it.”

“After spending more than half an hour picking clothes in the store, you’re telling me you won’t wear it?” Liao Jun got angry. He used to hate accompanying women shopping, but this time he personally went to the store and spent a long time picking out a few skirts. Yet, this woman simply refused to wear them.

Seeing him with an angry expression, Chen Xiang cautiously took the skirt and put it on. It fit perfectly and had padding in the chest, eliminating the need for a bra. However, she still felt uncomfortable as if everything was exposed.

After putting it on, she stood there, hunching her shoulders and not daring to lift her head. Liao Jun lifted her chin and carefully looked at her. He raised an eyebrow, very satisfied. “Looks good.”

Only then did Chen Xiang dare to look at herself in the mirror. The white dress was covered in various colored small flowers, and there were one or two butterflies with spread wings embellishing the hem. They were blue-purple butterflies, the most beautiful she had ever seen, even though they were clearly fake, they looked real.

With a sleeveless design, it exposed a fair and smooth back, while her chest was lifted and round without having to lower her head. She could see a deep cleavage. The skirt reached her knees, revealing her slender and straight legs.

Liao Jun stood behind her, his rough palms holding her shoulders and embracing her in his arms. He looked at them both in the mirror—a broad-shouldered man embracing a delicate and soft woman.

The country bumpkin had put on the clothes he bought, transforming into a fragrant and lovely meat bun.

Liao Jun leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “Baby, you look really beautiful today.”

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her younger brother, no other man had ever praised her beauty. Chen Xiang’s heart was pounding, and the spot where she was kissed felt hot and tingling.