Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 333 A big scoundrel! Awakening of a dragon!

Zhang Wei pointed towards a distant hill through the windshield. "Towards the top."

"Eh? What would we do there?" Zhou Jiajia's question hung in the air, met only with Zhang Wei's silence.

Frowning, she attempted to maintain an air of feigned anger, but the allure of the mysterious destination outside the car distracted her.

Absentmindedly, she began playing with her hair, attempting to salvage the hours' worth of meticulous effort that Zhang Wei had disrupted by rolling her inside the blanket.

Zhang Wei, with a bemused smile, observed her futile attempts to feign annoyance.

As if unraveling her act, he extended his hand, effortlessly pulling her close while deftly steering the car with the other.

The unexpected closeness caught Zhou Jiajia off guard, her mouth forming a silent "??"

"Do you want me to die of cold?" Zhang Wei's words cut through the moment, playful yet reminding her that he, too, was a creature susceptible to the chilly night air.

"Ummm...." Zhou Jiajia hesitated, her hands instinctively reaching to share the blanket before realizing the impracticality of the gesture.

The car slowed as Zhang Wei expertly navigated to the side of the road. Breaking the silence, he turned to her with a casual question, "You know how to drive?"

Zhou Jiajia nodded, a hint of pride in her response. But before she could fathom the situation, Zhang Wei swiftly snatched the blanket away from her. His eyes lit up in surprise, and a low whistle escaped his lips.

The chill of the night air quickly made its presence known, sending a shiver through Zhou Jiajia's frame. Her eyes widened in realization. "Hey, give me the blanket; it's really cold!" The urgency in her voice was unmistakable.

Clad in a loose T-shirt and comfy shorts, her exposed skin felt the bite of the night air.

Zhang Wei chuckled, enjoying the twist of the situation. "You should have dressed warmer," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Zhang Wei's hands moved with purpose, lifting Zhou Jiajia and positioning her between his legs. The blanket enveloped them, creating a shared cocoon as he resumed steering the car. "Is it alright now?" he asked.

Zhou Jiajia, now suspended between surprise and amusement, offered a hesitant hum, her cheeks tinged with a subtle blush. "Wouldn't it be dangerous to drive like this?" she cautioned, her words cutting through the whimsy, yet a playful spark remained.

"I would jump before we crash," Zhang Wei reassured.

"But what about me?" Zhou Jiajia queried.

Zhang Wei, "I would take you with me."

"Good," she replied, a subtle agreement resonating in her tone.

"Anything else?" Zhang Wei inquired, his eyes holding a mix of curiosity and amusement.

A contemplative pause hung in the air before Zhou Jiajia shook her head. "No," she decided, opting to let the playful mood take precedence over any lingering questions about Hu Ning.

In the intimate cocoon of the night, wrapped in warmth beneath the blanket, they embarked on their journey towards the mysterious destination, leaving unspoken queries to dissolve into the cool night air.

Zhang Wei, indifferent to the world, rested his chin on Zhou Jiajia's shoulders while skillfully navigating the car.

The silence enveloped them, creating a canvas for their shared company.

Yet, the whims of men, sometimes veering into cruelty, revealed themselves as Zhang Wei's free hand ventured beneath the blanket, tracing the delicate expanse of Zhou Jiajia's skin.

A twist of discomfort crossed her features, and Zhou Jiajia couldn't help but caution, "You won't be able to switch the gears," her butt twisting uncomfortably as her feet rubbed together.

Zhang Wei responded with nonchalant assurance, "It's alright, gears are not that important."

Zhou Jiajia's brows raised, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty etched on her face.

As his hand continued its exploration, slipping inside her shorts, she bit her lip, gaze fixed on the windshield ahead, a myriad of thoughts swirling within.

!?

As Zhang Wei took a deep breath, Zhou Jiajia's hair subtly covered his vision. "You aren't wearing anything inside?" he asked, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

"..."

Zhou Jiajia, caught off guard, remained silent, prompting Zhang Wei to press on.

"Little Jia, aren't you getting quite naughty?" The teasing words continued to hammer her.

Zhou Jiajia's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and she stammered, "I am not..." The words squeezed out with a mix of embarrassment and protest.

"Oh, then why are you not wearing any underwear? Were you waiting for someone?" Zhang Wei's inquiry hung in the air, marking a secret that intensified the blush on Zhou Jiajia's face.

Feeling her embarrassment, Zhang Wei's hands changed course, tracing an upward path.

His smile widened as he noted another detail, "No bra as well?" he chuckled.

"Shut up!" Zhou Jiajia retorted, the mixture of embarrassment and irritation evident in her tone.

Zhang Wei continued to tease her, "Oh, why? Did I discover something? Are you having some secret affair behind my back?"

Zhou Jiajia's face lit up with embarrassment, and she shot back, "Shut up, I am not like you!" Her hands instinctively covered her face, a futile attempt to shield herself from the playful banter.

Zhang Wei, reveling in the moment, laughed heartily. "Hey, at least I wear my underpants."

A mixture of embarrassment and exasperation crossed Zhou Jiajia's features. "... C-Can you not bring this up?" she pleaded, her cheeks flushing with a deep shade of red.

But Zhang Wei was undeterred. "Nope, I would remember it forever. Get ready to be teased every time you meet me," he declared, determined.

Zhou Jiajia pursed her lips, a clear sign of protest. "Not fair..."

Zhang Wei's grin widened, "Then let's make it fair."

Intrigued, Zhou Jiajia leaned in, her eyes reflecting curiosity. "How?"

Zhang Wei, silent and resolute, didn't respond with words but conveyed his intentions through actions. He gently took her hand, guiding it backward, beneath the fabric of his pants.

In that intimate moment, Zhou Jiajia felt the slumbering dragon in her hands, her face ablaze with a deepening blush, yet she hesitated to withdraw her touch.

"Is it fair now?" he inquired with a hint of mischief.

Zhou Jiajia, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, remained speechless.

After a few minutes, she finally uttered, "You are a scoundrel... a big scoundrel," sensing the dragon awakening within her grasp.

Zhang Wei chuckled, offering playful advice, "Move your hands slightly; don't just grab it."

"..." Zhou Jiajia, still enveloped in a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, maintained a thoughtful silence.