CHAPTER 565: 384.

"Is it him?"

"It’s definitely him."

Actually, from the moment they spotted that familiar man to the time he and those girls disappeared into the crowds, it was barely a minute.

In a car parked in the corner, a conversation was happening that the older passenger couldn’t hope to understand.

Of course, at that moment, both Guan Zhou were far too preoccupied to care that Lin Lifeng was right there with them.

"How are you so sure?"

"Check the way the person on the right walks—most likely it’s He Ying."

"The one on the left has to be Zhong Ruixi. Didn’t you notice during the debate? She’s just a little taller, barely above his shoulder."

"Yeah."

"Is he here to pick someone up from the airport too?"

"Probably, or maybe He Ying’s pretty close to that girl."

"No way, He Ying’s just an assistant—what kind of assistant brings her boss along to pick up someone from the airport?"

Mr. Lu, who was always so tight-lipped, was entirely in the dark this time.

A single typhoon passing through was enough to throw a wrench in his perfectly kept schedule.

So, what do you do when both girlfriends catch you picking someone up at the airport at the same time?

Thankfully, as they came out, he gave Bai Yueguang a big bear hug right at the exit.

While carrying her luggage to the parking lot, he and Zhong Ruixi only walked close together, not doing anything too intimate.

So, when the two childhood sweethearts saw this play out, all they could do was rack their brains and try to put the pieces together, working backwards.

"That person’s probably from his hometown, too. They’re from the same place."

Zhou Sinin propped up her chin, searching her memory.

"Yeah, they’re also teammates from the White Horse Cup debate tournament."

Guan Yongyi added, "That night after we all went out to eat, I’m pretty sure it was her he called."

"Classmate, hometown friend, debate teammate—is all that really reason enough to make a special airport pickup?"

Zhou Sinin called it like it is, eyes narrowing in on the short-haired girl on the right.

"I don’t think it makes sense."

Guan Yongyi shook her head, stone-faced.

"But if you ask him, he’ll definitely give you a thousand reasons—bet you anything."

"No kidding, don’t you know what he’s like?"

"Of course I do, haha, I’ve taken the hit before."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

...

The second the mood in the car irreversibly cooled, Lin Lifeng’s work phone rang, right on cue.

The driver and the passenger both immediately shut up, suddenly aware there was a respected elder in the back and all they could do was shoot each other death glares.

Zhou Sinin floored it along the Third Ring Road, making straight for the restaurant they’d reserved ahead of time, her face icy and utterly unreadable the whole way.

What started out as a bright, sunshiny day and a carefully coordinated, cheerful look was, after that earlier scene, left shredded into pieces.

Even if it really was just a regular airport pickup.

She ended up just like Guan Guan sitting next to her.

Mood in the dumps, not a word between them.

"Were you girls just gossiping? Why stop?"

Lin Lifeng, who’d lived through her own university days, of course got what was up with these young women. After hanging up the call, she asked with a knowing smile.

"We agreed on the point—so no need to keep gossiping, right?"

Zhou Sinin parked the car with a neat reverse into the spot, forcing herself to perk up and answer.

"Si si, Auntie has a favor to ask."

...

At that moment, Zhou Sinin had her hands yanked backwards by Lu Jincheng, her upper body suspended off the bed. Her big, creamy tits, huge as loofahs, bounced wildly with each thrust from behind, looking like two snowy missiles. The sounds just now had tensed her up like a bowstring about to snap. Now that the tension broke, she was totally exhausted, utterly spent, her will to resist drained away. All she could do was clamp her eyes tight, mouth parted in pleasure, moaning and releasing all the pent-up longing in her chest.

Lu Jincheng knelt behind Zhou Sinin, unable to actually see the jiggle of those big swinging tits. But seeing icy, aloof Zhou Sinin, who usually barely bothered with him, now beneath him, her short hair a flying mess, moaning with abandon—his heart swelled with pride and excitement.

Lu Jincheng twisted her arms back behind her, hips slamming into her from behind, making her tits bounce up and down, sometimes smacking into his chin. Before long, both his chin and her chest had started to flush red from the impact.

Even though he was hitting it from behind, Lu Jincheng could still watch the flashes of white fly up in front of them. That really got him going, so he started pounding her even harder, wanting her tits to bounce even higher for him.

The tight, slick heat of Zhou Sinin below and the luscious curve of her ass gave Lu Jincheng one hell of an experience.

Every deep thrust hit her plush, juicy ass, sending waves of pink quivering with every slap. Her ass was so pert that every time he hit it, he got a fierce, springy rebound. Totally perfect.

"Feels good?"

Lu Jincheng hauled Zhou Sinin’s arms, arching her upper body higher, his face twisted with intensity as he asked.

No matter how good he felt today, fucking her so long had him right on the edge—pleasure building up like a dam about to break, impossible to hold back.

Zhou Sinin’s mind was lost in the haze of sex, her usual iciness having melted away, but words like that still didn’t get an answer out of her.

Not that Lu Jincheng cared about her reply—he just said his piece, let go, and pushed her back down onto the bed. Before she could react, he grabbed both sides of her perky ass, squeezing and kneading with abandon, yanking her hips back and forcing her to offer herself up to him completely.

Splayed over the bed, Zhou Sinin could barely take Lu Jincheng’s fierce assault anymore, moaning uncontrollably from her lips.

Her moans came fast and sharp, but always got cut off right as she was about to peak—broken apart by the force of Lu Jincheng’s pounding each time.

Those desperate moans were the last straw—Lu Jincheng just couldn’t hold back anymore.

After a fresh round of frenzied thrusts, he started shaking, then exploded in a hot, pearly load that shot like a cannon, making Zhou Sinin’s whole body quake.

Not that Lu Jincheng cared about her reply—he just said his piece, let go, and pushed her back down onto the bed. Before she could react, he grabbed both sides of her perky ass, squeezing and kneading with abandon, yanking her hips back and forcing her to offer herself up to him completely.

Splayed over the bed, Zhou Sinin could barely take Lu Jincheng’s fierce assault anymore, moaning uncontrollably from her lips.

Her moans came fast and sharp, but always got cut off right as she was about to peak—broken apart by the force of Lu Jincheng’s cock every time.

Those desperate moans were the last straw—Lu Jincheng just couldn’t hold back anymore.

After another frantic barrage of thrusts, he pressed hard into her, shuddered a few more times, and then exploded in a flood of hot cum, shooting into her like a shell, making Zhou Sinin’s body tremble with it.