Rebirth: Starting with Capturing the Goddess Mentor

Chapter 229 What a coincidence! It's such a coincidence! (Part 2)
An hour later, Jiang Zhixin collapsed onto Chen Yan.

She was really exhausted during that hour. By the time Chen Yan finished, she was out of breath and couldn't even move her legs.

The muscles in my thighs are still screaming with soreness, as if thousands of tiny needles are pricking me.

Chen Yan held her smooth, soft body and kissed Jiang Zhixin on the lips, saying, "Little Xinxin, you're so soft."

Jiang Zhixin was practically falling apart, but she still couldn't help rolling her eyes when she heard this nickname. "Can you please stop calling me that in such a disgusting way?"

"Hehe, then call me something nice."

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"quick."

Jiang Zhixin lowered her head slightly and said angrily, "I won't call you that."

Chen Yan was in saintly mode at the moment, with a very high tolerance for external things. He grinned and said, "It doesn't matter, I won't call it if you don't want to."

Jiang Zhixin snorted and dragged her tired body out of bed to take a shower. But as soon as her two smooth little feet touched the ground, her knees went weak and she could hardly stand up. She could only hold onto the wall and grimace as she recovered.

She looked at Chen Yan and saw that the scoundrel was humming a tuneless little tune and rummaging through his pockets.

A moment later, he pulled out a bag of 1916 cigarettes and a Zippo lighter.

Then, he started smoking right in front of her, without making any attempt to help her up.

Okay, okay, you're going to turn your backs on me now that you've done your job!
Wait, he hasn't even pulled up his pants yet!
Jiang Zhixin gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Chen Yan! Come and help me!"

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, the smoke rings he exhaled lightly brushing past her nose.

He slowly flicked the cigarette ash into the water-filled paper cup and said casually, "If you make a nice sound, I'll help you up."

Jiang Zhixin's face flushed red with anger at his attitude, but after thinking about it, she decided to compromise for the time being.

As the saying goes, a wise woman doesn't suffer losses in front of her.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late!
She took a deep breath, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her voice softening as she feigned a coquettish tone: "Honey...husband, come help me up~"

The last syllable rose slightly, as if coated in honey, sweet and glutinous, a stark contrast to her fierce demeanor just moments before.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan paused, the cigarette between his fingers twitching, but a triumphant smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

He deliberately took another slow drag of his cigarette, and just as Jiang Zhixin was about to lose her composure, he stubbed it out, stood up, walked towards her, and put his arm around her waist: "If you had been this obedient earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this."

Jiang Zhixin glared at him fiercely, but still snuggled closer to him before being carried into the bathroom by the man.

Once inside the bathroom, Chen Yan volunteered, "Your legs are so weak, let me help you wash. Otherwise, you might slip and fall in the bathroom, which would be a real problem."

Jiang Zhixin, with a sudden burst of strength, struggled to pull herself out of his embrace, gritting her teeth and sneering, "No need for Mr. Chen to trouble yourself. Your hands are very precious; it's better to save them for flicking cigarette ash."

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and approached, his warm breath, carrying the scent of smoke, brushing against her reddened earlobe: "Stubborn to talk."

He suddenly reached out and pressed the shower switch behind her, and cold water sprayed out violently, startling Jiang Zhixin so much that she let out a soft cry and stumbled into his arms.

Chen Yan wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to bite her trembling earlobe. "Be good, I'll help you wash!" Jiang Zhixin was soaked to the bone, water droplets dripping from her hair and sliding down her neck. She angrily pounded on Chen Yan's chest: "Chen Yan! You bastard!"

But with her body limp, the punches she landed on the man seemed more like flirting.

Chen Yan remained unmoved, holding her waist firmly with one hand and using the other to adjust the showerhead to warm water, the water gently falling on Jiang Zhixin's body.

He deliberately leaned closer, his burning lips brushing against her reddened earlobe, his voice tinged with seduction: "Teacher Jiang, don't move. I'll be heartbroken if you fall."

As he spoke, his fingertips slowly traced her waistline, leaving a tingling sensation on her skin with his water-drenched fingers.

Jiang Zhixin's breathing became increasingly rapid, mingling chaotically with the sound of the showerhead.

Chen Yan withdrew his hand from her waist, took the shower gel from the shelf, and made a soft "click" sound as the metal cap was unscrewed.

He squeezed a clear gel into his palm and deliberately rubbed it slowly to create a dense foam. He then placed his warm palm on her lower back and rubbed the foam into her skin.

When the foam was applied to her sensitive side, Jiang Zhixin finally couldn't hold back and reached out to grab his wrist.

Chen Yan had anticipated this. He held her hand and pressed it against the tiled wall, while his other hand, covered in foam, traced circles along her lower back. He whispered in her ear with a smile, "If you move around again, I can't guarantee I'll only help you take a bath from now on."

Seeing that the woman in his arms no longer resisted, the man slid his right hand, still wet with foam, down her waistline and further down.

Jiang Zhixin trembled violently in fright and pleaded, "No, don't touch that!"

Chen Yan swept the ends of her hair to one side and sprayed the back of her neck with the fresh scent of shower gel:

How can you get it clean if you don't touch it?

"what!"

The next moment, a woman's plaintive moan came from the bathroom.

In the steamy bathroom, it was impossible to see what was happening between the two people inside the glass door.

An hour later, Chen Yan came out carrying Jiang Zhixin, whose eyes were alluring and whose face was flushed.

He gently placed her on the bed, then pulled the air-conditioning blanket over her curvaceous and beautiful body, and said apologetically, "Why don't you take a nap and rest for a while?"

Jiang Zhixin sighed, her voice barely audible: "Big brother, it's almost time for dinner."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Chen Yan felt a little embarrassed; he had lost control and had given Teacher Jiang another hard time.

Just as Chen was at a loss for words, a knock suddenly sounded at the door:

"Xinxin, Xiao Chen, it's time to get ready for dinner!"

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