"Is that her?" Luo Chong asked, laughing at Xiao Min's transparent matchmaking.
Xiao Min nodded in an exaggerated manner. "Yes, I am. A huge one." She persisted, spreading her arms as if to show him. " Completely captivated…"
"Infatuated?" Luo Chong suggested.
"Yes, this is it!" Xiao Min exclaimed happily as he poked her index finger in front of her chest. "You should talk to her." she repeated.
Luo Chong tried not to laugh at her. "What should I say?" He asked her jokingly.
"Tell her it was a joke." Xiao Min suggested. "Yang Jiaqi likes interesting guys.”
"Could it be her?" he asked, trying to match Xiao Min's obvious excitement.
"Yes." Xiao Min replied enthusiastically. "The guy with the tattoos and the truck, you've got it. You do it for the other party!" she announced.
"Who's doing it for each other?" Wei Ming asked, as if he had realized something.
"Luo Zi and Yang Jiaqi." Xiao Min said. "I told him to talk to her."
Wei Ming looked at Luo Chong. "Yeah, maybe you should." he said.
The tone of his voice was very clear. He didn't tell Luo Chong about Xiao Min. He wanted to tell him to go away. Luo Chong knew that Wei Ming had done Xiao Min, and he was inclined to dislike him. Now, his opinion of him had sunk a few notches. However, it was not his place to judge who Xiao Minyu was, even though they had shared an intimate night together. Based on how much she wanted to tell him, Luo Chong realized that from Wei Ming's standpoint, he might not be too happy. He was drunk with his girlfriend, and she was talking to a guy she had slept with before.
"Alright, I will." Luo Chong said, partly agreeing, partly because alcohol felt like a good idea. It didn't hurt that Yang Jiaqi might be tied for first place in the "hottest girl at the party" competition.
He grabbed a handful of drinks for himself and Yang Jiaqi and led her in her direction.
"Good luck!" Xiao Min called his back.
Yang Jiaqi saw him, and when he approached, and shot down the rest of her cooler, a swig of beer, he reached out to her. After what had happened earlier that day, she had panicked a little and caught his sight, but she had not covered it well enough, and she was sure he had not noticed.
"The great party." he said.
"Thank you." Yang Jiaqi said, cracking open her beer and taking a few sips.
"So, what did the psychiatrist say about wearing anything but plastic wrap when a man walked into his office?”he asked.
Yang Jiaqi smiled uncertainly. "I don't know."
"I can clearly see that you're mad.”After he was done, he took a sip of beer.
Yang Jiaqi laughed, partly because it was kind of funny, but also because she was confident in snatching the joke behind her back.
"What do you call it when you feed it a stick of dynamite?”he asked.
Yang Jiaqi smiled and shook her head.
"Bull market." He told her.
She laughed. "This is a terrible joke."
"It makes you smile." Luo Chong said.
"Yes, but only because of how bad it is.”she said.
"Aiyo, here, I'm thinking it's because of you, quote Xiao Min, there's a 'huge' who had a crush on me in high school.”he said.
Yang Jiaqi felt awkward, but she smiled. If only you knew, she thought. Luo Chong saw the smile and was very curious to see that perhaps Xiao Min had already told the truth. Was this her way of making things up? Luo Chong wanted to know if Yang Jiaqi knew what had happened with Xiao Min. It seemed possible that they were very close.
"I will kill her." she said, her smile hidden on the edge of her lips as she took a sip of her beer.
Luo Chong laughed. "Don't tell her, I'm telling you, I think she wants us. Obviously you like interesting guys, trucks and tattoos?”
Yang Jiaqi joined in his laughter. "She makes me sound so elegant.”
"Oh completely," he replied. "Fortunately, I happen to be funny, at least one of those things is very funny.”
Luo Chong had never felt this confident before. Perhaps he didn't make the decision to stop too many things.
"Really?" she said.
"Yes." he answered. "Although the father of the truck is."
This routine might not work for Yang Jiaqi if a) she didn't look like Luo Chong, and b) he didn't look absolutely fantastic. They continued to talk, and gradually grew more and more winking eyes. They talked for nearly half an hour, nursing their drinks and laughing at each other's stupid jokes.
"Do you want to dance?" Luo Chong finally asked.
Yang Jiaqi hesitated. "Uh, I don't know."
"Oh, come on." He said," It's a little fun. After all, this is your party.”
It didn't take much to convince her, but she wanted to keep the game going for at least a little while.
"Alright, how about this? "Tell me a joke," Yang Jiaqi suggested. "If you make me laugh, I'll dance with you.”
Luo Chong thought for a while and went through the jokes he had learned over the years. It wasn't good enough to gamble, but Luo Chong suspected that Yang Jiaqi was just playing hard to get, so he stored his goodwill in the bank.
"Alright then." he finally said. "What's your name? The psychic dwarf has escaped from prison?”
Yang Jiaqi was already struggling not to laugh out loud." I don't know.”
"Small, medium, and big!" He sighed, and she smiled in a daze.
Yang Jiaqi struggled not to laugh out loud. She knew it was stupid, but she still found it interesting. This was his smile that finally broke her, and Luo Chong cheered for victory because she had lost the ability to fight back.
"Alright, alright." Yang Jiaqi admitted. "One dance."
"Oh, now, is there only one?”He complained earnestly.
Yang Jiaqi smiled shyly. "If it's good, maybe you can have another one.”
She seized his hand and pulled him into the dancing mob. He followed her deep into the crowd, watching her weave gracefully as he stumbled past her. She turned around to face him, and the space around them naturally cleared up and appeared. Yang Jiaqi looked at him with her black eyes, a slight smile on her lips, and reached out to her wrist, which was linked behind her neck. He put his hand on her waist and they began to move.
Even in high heels, her eyes were only level with his chin, and she looked up to meet his hazel eyes. He found himself stunned, her gaze burning. Luo Chong was not a particularly good dancer, but he could move to supplement Yang Jiaqi's swaying senses. She pushed him closer, her jade-like peaks pressed against his chest, and she wavered. Her buttocks swayed and she dragged him in front of her body. Even though she had initially kept the fun of dancing with him, Yang Jiaqi didn't hold his dance, and this song changed, so their positioning changed.
Yang Jiaqi turned around and kept one hand hanging around his neck, pressing her back against him. She was controlling this, but things started to change. It was a slow song with a steady bass beat. Yang Jiaqi began to sway her buttocks in time to the music, the company of her buttocks against his groin grinding swelling. Luo Chong's heart was beating wildly and he was exhausted. Even though he was at a relatively low level, his eyes were filled with lust as her unbelievable body circled in front of him. The rising and falling bodies around them caused them to break out in a cold sweat, beads of sweat beading on their foreheads.
Luo Chong watched as the Wandering Beads ran Yang Jiaqi's sweat down her neck, and along her jade-like peaks, and into her deep cleavage. He observed that earlier that day, they followed the same path. Her hand slid around him, pressing against her flat abdomen. He felt the thin material of the dress on her abdominal muscles, and his palm pressed into the heat of her body. Her scent enveloped him, her sweet perfume and musky a sensual mist, intoxicating him with his attraction to her. The excitement of his touch prompted her to continue and fall deeper.
When Yang Jiaqi bent her knees and twisted her body, her movements caused his hand to slide up. His hand brushed across the bottom of her jade-like peaks, and she went lower, bending her knees until his hand slid over her heavy tit-for-tat swell. When she came back, his hand was still on her chest. She brought her hand, which he pressed into the firm mound of flesh, her other hand sliding back to his neck and through his sweat-soaked hair.
"The ball is now lowered." The announcer's voice came." The countdown to the final moment of the year has begun.”
" 10... 9... 8..." The crowd in New York and Yang Jiaqi's house shouted," 7... 6... 5..." Yang Jiaqi turned around and faced Luo Chong." 4... 3... 2..." She grabbed the back of his head, and he held her back." 1..." Their lips merged." Happy New Year!"”
Joyful shouts erupted from every corner of the house as they found each other and their tongues. Her phantom stretched up against him, and they kissed each other deeply. The chorus of Auld Lang Syne went among the drunken participants, and couples kissed everywhere. Yang Jiaqi's mouth from the cooler she had been drinking was sweet, her lips were soft, but provided the perfect resistance, her tongue in his time of service was the same old tune.
Their mouths remained locked, while their house exploded around each other, lost in this kiss, and in each other. All the songs that they released, when they parted at the end, it gradually disappeared and was replaced by the exclamation of 'Happy New Year.' Yang Jiaqi looked at him. Her vision was dark and burning with desire. Luo Chong's eyes were exceptionally green, matching the appearance of the hungry young woman standing in front of him.
Yang Jiaqi was torn apart. She wanted to stay with him, but she had to make sure that no one tried to leave. They were drunk. She did not press the button to hide them, but she was not sure that everyone had given up on them. The spell between them was broken, and the music resumed and Yang Jiaqi came to her senses.
" I…I have to go." she said. "Thank you for your dance!" She said, musically.
Luo Chong was disappointed. She wanted to leave, but she didn't argue. He had been going downhill so far, and maybe he would meet her again before the night was over.
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