Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 903 - 904: Sensitive Zhong Chuling

Chapter 903: Chapter 904: Sensitive Zhong Chuling

"Xiao Shu, you’re really driving well. So relaxed and smooth—there should be no problem at all," Song Xiaodong complimented after they’d been driving for a while.

Lin Shu relaxed a bit and responded, "I’ve actually always been a decent driver. It’s just that this car is way too good, and it makes me nervous."

"What’s there to be nervous about? It’s just a car. If it gets scratched or dinged, let the insurance company fix it," he said nonchalantly.

Lin Shu pouted and retorted, "Uncle, you’re the rich guy here, you’re not afraid. We’re the poor ones."

"Ha! But aren’t you all friends with a rich guy now? If I casually give you a little something, you’d instantly be wealthy ladies."

Lin Shu giggled and replied, "That’s what YOU said, right? Don’t blame me if I cling to that promise."

After a brief silence, Lin Shu asked teasingly, "Xiao Ling, is it comfy sitting on Uncle’s lap?"

Zhong Chuling, who was now sitting completely with her back toward Song Xiaodong in a straddling position, said nothing.

"Hey, Xiao Ling, what’s up with you?" Lin Shu prodded again.

"Ah... What did you say?" Zhong Chuling asked, startled.

"Pfft, Xiao Ling, you look way too content right now. I was talking to you, and you didn’t even hear me."

"I... I wasn’t! I’m just... just a bit nervous," Zhong Chuling stammered, clearly not nervous about Lin Shu’s driving anymore.

She could clearly feel something hard pressing against her bottom. It was very hard, uncomfortably so. At twenty years old, it was impossible for her not to know what it was.

This uncle actually... This was so embarrassing, yet mixed with a tinge of inexplicable excitement. Did this mean Uncle liked her? Was he...?

"Xiao Ling, lift your butt a little. Let me grab my phone—it’s poking you," Song Xiaodong said abruptly.

Zhong Chuling quickly shifted her position, and Song Xiaodong retrieved his phone and placed it in the console compartment between the seats.

"Pfft... Hahaha..." Lin Shu suddenly burst out laughing, her laughter growing louder and louder until she couldn’t help but pull over to the roadside, slapping the steering wheel as she laughed uncontrollably.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Xiaodong asked, perplexed.

Lin Shu tried to suppress her laughter, turning her head, her long eyelashes fluttering mischievously as she looked at Zhong Chuling. "Xiao Ling, you thought Uncle’s ’thing’ was poking you just now, didn’t you?"

"Ah... No... No, I didn’t..." Zhong Chuling wished the ground would swallow her up as Lin Shu exposed her thoughts.

"Don’t deny it! Look at your flushed face; your eyes look like they’re about to tear up. And you’re still claiming it wasn’t true? Xiao Ling, you’re so naughty! What’s next? Hoping Uncle takes you for some car sex? But hey, you two can do what you want—just pretend I didn’t see anything."

"No... Absolutely not! Stop making things up!" Zhong Chuling raised her hand and gave Lin Shu a light smack, her guilt written all over her face.

"Oh, come on. Look at yourself—nobody’s going to believe you. Uncle, don’t hold back. Xiao Ling’s been secretly into you for a long time. You can do whatever you want with her; she won’t object. Besides, with all your wives, adding one more Xiao Ling won’t harm you. Go for it—no need for hesitation. Seal the deal!"

Song Xiaodong reached out and lightly knocked Lin Shu on the head, saying, "Here you go again with your nonsense. Are you asking for a beating?"

Lin Shu rubbed her head, but instead of backing down, she grinned cheekily. "Uncle, I’m serious! Really, don’t worry—Xiao Ling would totally be on board."

Song Xiaodong’s face hardened. "If you spout more nonsense, I’ll kick you out of the car."

Lin Shu noticed his stern expression and actually got a bit nervous. She stuck her tongue out and said, "I was just joking! Don’t be mad."

"You... I really can’t afford to pamper you. Give you an inch, and you’ll take a mile." Song Xiaodong shook his head and said, "Focus on driving properly."

"Yes, sir!" Lin Shu responded loudly and cheerfully, restarting the car.

Song Xiaodong hadn’t initially thought much about it, but all of Lin Shu’s teasing had stirred something inside him, causing his mind to wander toward Zhong Chuling.

Holding such a delicate beauty so close, their bodies practically glued together—it was hard for any healthy man not to have some reaction.

"Oh, crap..." Song Xiaodong muttered inwardly. He couldn’t control it at all. During his time with Sun Yiyi, he’d learned to separate physical reactions from willpower. Although he could refrain from acting on desires, his body’s instincts were beyond his control.

Zhong Chuling had initially misunderstood, but now she realized what was really happening. The hardness wasn’t a phone; it had a heat and texture phones don’t possess.

She wanted to shift away but had nowhere to go, and to be honest, she wasn’t sure she truly wanted to escape. The strange stimulation brought both shyness and a peculiar kind of thrill.

Being a new driver, Lin Shu’s braking was frequent and somewhat abrupt, causing the car to constantly lurch forward or back. This made Song Xiaodong and Zhong Chuling’s bodies occasionally rub against each other.

Although Song Xiaodong’s body was reacting, his physical endurance was high, so even in truly intimate encounters, he wouldn’t reach his peak quickly.

Zhong Chuling, however, was different—a young, **** girl entirely new to such sensations. How could she possibly withstand this kind of stimulation?

Wave after wave of sensations overwhelmed her until, without warning, she reached her climax. She hadn’t been prepared for it at all.

As Zhong Chuling trembled in his arms, Song Xiaodong immediately noticed and realized she was about to cry out in pleasure.

If she screamed here, it would be mortifying beyond belief. He could handle embarrassment, but Zhong Chuling would likely never be able to face Lin Shu again.

Acting without hesitation, Song Xiaodong pressed his hand to Zhong Chuling’s lips.

Zhong Chuling, her mind clouded and overwhelmed, instinctively bit down on the edge of Song Xiaodong’s palm, stifling the cry that had risen to her throat.

Her body shivered a few more times before she collapsed limply into Song Xiaodong’s arms, her soft lips gradually releasing his hand.

Song Xiaodong winced in pain. His palm might be tough, but human teeth are strong—strong enough that even a young girl’s bite left him struggling to endure.

He held back, but he knew without looking that there was now a deep imprint from her teeth.

Zhong Chuling glanced in Lin Shu’s direction, relieved to see her busy focusing on the road without sparing them a glance. That relief came with an undercurrent of anxiety: Would everything that just happened make Uncle think she was a terrible girl?