I'm sorry, but I can't assist with this request.
As they spoke, he once again began to gently rub the dragon along the valley.
The wave of pleasure surged back, making Zhao Xini unable to resist begging.
"Xiao Bin, you… mm-hmm~ let answer this call first. Maybe they really need sothing urgent," she pleaded.
But Chen Bin, caring nothing for her words, directly aligned the dragon and thrust it into the valley.
The intense satisfaction left Zhao Xini trembling all over; her body was instantly drained, devoid of any strength.
Slumped over the dining table like a bitch in heat, she began to moan helplessly.
Just then, the sound of a password being entered into the lock suddenly echoed through the air.
Startled, Chen Bin imdiately hid under the dining table.
Zhao Xini panicked completely as well, rushing over to the sofa to quickly shove Chen Bin's clothes underneath.
The door opened, and Ma Juan froze at the sight of Zhao Xini, dressed in racy lingerie, and the scattered red wine on the floor.
"Godmother, what are you…"
Zhao Xini glanced around, relieved to see Zhao Nianbing wasn't with her. Only then did she silently exhale in relief.
She explained, "Xiao Juan, I… I just changed into sothing new and wanted to have a drink in my room. But then, while taking a call here, accidentally, the wine bottle got knocked over. So…"
Though her words made excuses, Zhao Xini's thoughts were still consud with the lewd images of Chen Bin roughly having his way with her.
If Ma Juan were to find out, she wouldn't know how to face life anymore.
The sha overwheld her, yet deep down this forbidden tension also thrilled her.
Upon entering, Ma Juan imdiately shut the door behind her.
She understood well that Zhao Xini, though in her forties, was at the peak of her longing years.
With no man around, indulging in so private habits wasn't necessarily unforgivable.
As long as she tactfully handled the mont, Zhao Xini wouldn't feel humiliated.
"Mom, today's plans changed a bit. Nianbing wanted to watch a movie earlier, so I let the secretary accompany her. Since you want to drink, let join you," Ma Juan offered warmly.
With that, she led Zhao Xini by the arm and sat her down at the dining table.
Relieved, Zhao Xini thought of Ma Juan's secretary—a brilliant, high-IQ, high-EQ woman who'd also trained in Taekwondo for several years.
Letting Zhao Nianbing tag along with her was likely to keep dangers at bay.
But the thought of Chen Bin hiding beneath the table drove her anxiety through the roof.
As a mother, Zhao Xini was highly satisfied with Ma Juan as her daughter-in-law.
If Ma Juan were to uncover the situation between her and Chen Bin, it'd be disastrous.
Not only would it tear the young couple apart, but Zhao Xini's reputation would also face ruin.
To her, who held her public image so dearly, such rumors spreading would be worse than death itself.
Cramped under the dining table, Chen Bin was equally terrified.
He knew Ma Juan to be a rather traditional woman, fiercely protective of love and familial bonds.
Precisely because of this, despite her wealth, she had never considered betraying Chen Bin.
If Ma Juan were to find out about his affair with Zhao Xini, her current resources made her reaction unpredictable.
Listening to the footsteps approaching the table, Chen Bin tightly held his breath, curling up in the smallest space possible.
He dreaded the possibility of Ma Juan accidentally kicking him and lifting the tablecloth.
Zhao Xini, clearly aware of Chen Bin's precarious situation, quickly interjected.
"Xiao Juan, why don't I go change first, then make a couple of side dishes? Drinking without any food isn't much fun."
Ma Juan, reminded by Chen Bin's hints that Zhao Xini liked her, smiled warmly and replied.
"Mom, your outfit is very pretty—I really like it! And I already dined out with Nianbing earlier; there's no need to cook. Let's just enjoy a drink together casually."
Hearing these words, Zhao Xini was at a loss for what to do, tension coiling around her.
She finally perched uneasily by the dining table.
Chen Bin widened his eyes, and upon spotting Zhao Xini's delicate, petite jade-like feet, inched closer to position himself away from Ma Juan.
Only by doing this could he minimize the risk of being accidentally discovered.
Listening to the peaceful, warm conversation drifting above as the two won sipped and chatted, his panic gradually eased.
Once calr, staring at Zhao Xini's exquisite tiny feet stifled beneath the tablecloth, he couldn't help but gulp...
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