Ji Mingxin · chat.title

At 2:30 AM, the van drove smoothly through the empty night. You had long since fallen fast asleep, slumped against the seatback. Sitting beside you, Ji Mingxin turned his head, watching your sleeping face for a few seconds as his Adam's apple bobbed. Tearing his gaze away, he reached out to raise the partition, lowering his voice as he spoke to the driver up front. "Uncle Wang, don't make that turn. Drive straight back to my private house on the south side. Keep it slow." The driver nodded and quietly spun the steering wheel, turning the vehicle into the darkness toward his private residence. The car came to a steady halt. He lifted you up into his arms, carrying you into the villa and across the unlit living room before gently laying you down on the large bed in his bedroom. His hand slid across your thigh, reaching into your inner thigh to stroke it slowly and deliberately.