Jade Rabbit Offers Face

Su Ke couldn't help but steal a glance at those bountiful jade rabbits. She wore a black chiffon shirt with a deep V-neck, the collar adorned with a row of tiny, shimmering rhinestones that stood in stark contrast to her snow-white skin. The majority of her breasts were exposed, looking incredibly delicate and soft, with even a hint of light-colored down visible.

"Gulp!" Su Ke swallowed hard, his mind reeling. Although this task was somewhat difficult, it didn't seem impossible. Setting aside the fact that Zheng Mo's task appeared to require basketball skills, the mere prospect of unlocking the help option after completing twenty tasks meant he couldn't afford to back down.

"Sister Meiling, let's head up!" Seeing Lin Xiaobai constantly winking at him from the side and knowing what she was anxious about, Su Ke forced a smile at Zhang Meiling.

"Let's go! Let's go have a little chat, shall we?" Zhang Meiling nodded and said to Su Ke.

"Uh!" Su Ke's face turned pale.

"Haha, come on, let's go play some music! Look at how scared you are!" Zhang Meiling swatted Su Ke's arm, turned to greet Lin Xiaobai, and then headed toward the stairs.

Watching Zhang Meiling's swaying figure as she led the way to the stairs, Su Ke followed closely behind, not forgetting to point at the large bag under the front desk, which made Lin Xiaobai nod in embarrassment.

A thirty-year-old woman, though no longer in the first flush of youth, possesses a mature sexiness. At thirty, a woman becomes poised and elegant, yet even more enchanting and alluring. She is like a peony in full bloom—fragrant without losing its grace, subtle without losing its grandeur—releasing a floral scent that is intense and lingers long after.

Though he didn't know Zhang Meiling's exact age, Su Ke watched her swaying figure as she climbed the stairs in her high heels. Her pure white cropped trousers hugged her full buttocks, which swayed rhythmically from side to side, the outline of her panties appearing and disappearing with every step, while the fragrance she emitted remained thick in the air.

A small flame ignited in the depths of his heart, growing hotter and crackling with intensity. Following Zhang Meiling step by step, they were soon about to reach the third floor. Su Ke took a deep breath, clenching his fists so tightly that the veins bulged.

Gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he decided that success or failure rested on this one move.

Lowering his head and eyes, he stared at the strappy high-heeled sandals on Zhang Meiling's feet. Just as she lifted her foot and was about to set it down, before she had fully planted it on the step, Su Ke "accidentally" lunged forward. His shoulder bumped into Zhang Meiling's arm; though he didn't use much force, the sudden impact caught the young matron off guard.

Zhang Meiling's foot slipped, and with a cry of "Ouch!", she missed the step, her body tilting instantly. This was the opportunity Su Ke had been waiting for.

"Sister Meiling!" Su Ke twisted his waist, reaching out to grab her arm to keep her from falling down the stairs. Seeming to panic, he pulled her arm and stepped forward, intending to pull her into his embrace.

Perhaps because Su Ke used too much force, or perhaps because the curvaceous Zhang Meiling had too much momentum, she didn't so much land in his arms as she did crash into him.

"Thud!" A muffled sound of flesh colliding echoed in his ears. Before Su Ke could even savor the feeling of soft jade in his arms, he was slammed directly against the stairwell wall.

"Thud!" Another dull thud followed; Su Ke's shoulder hit the wall first, and then his head slammed into it due to the momentum.

"Su Ke, Su Ke!" Seeing Su Ke's head hit the wall with a loud thud, Zhang Meiling was terrified. Even though the wall was covered in high-end, soft wallpaper, the impact scared her, especially when she saw Su Ke's eyes glaze over as he shook his head repeatedly.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Zhang Meiling pulled away from his embrace, looking at him with genuine concern. The playful expression she had worn downstairs had vanished completely. Her brows were furrowed, and she held his shoulders, staring into his eyes.

Su Ke's head had indeed felt a bit dazed for a moment, but he recovered quickly. Seeing Zhang Meiling's concerned expression, he felt a twinge of guilt. Was he being too despicable and shameless for staging this trick just to complete the task? His gaze couldn't help but drift down to the ample cleavage exposed by her deep V-neck, and he quickly shook his head again.

"Sister Meiling!"

"Su Ke, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I just feel a bit dizzy and dazed!"

"Then what should we do? Could it be a concussion? I'll drive you to the hospital for a check-up and an X-ray!"

"Uh! No need, the radiology department at the hospital has radiation!"

"But what about your dizziness?"

"Sister Meiling!"

"Yes! Go ahead!"

"Can I, can I lean on you for a bit? Maybe I'll feel better!"

"Okay!"

"Thank you!" After saying this, Su Ke slowly slid into Zhang Meiling's embrace. Though he wore a pained expression, he was overjoyed inside. Since Zhang Meiling was wearing high heels, he didn't even need to bend down; he just tilted his head and rested it right on her twin peaks.

Soft and elastic, he could even smell a faint milky scent in his nostrils. Su Ke closed his eyes, his cheek pressed firmly against her chest, her full breasts serving as the perfect cushion to support his head.

Part of his cheek was pressed tightly against the skin inside the deep V-neck—delicate, smooth, and warm. Su Ke rubbed against it slowly, sinking deeper into her cleavage.

A rare flush of red appeared on Zhang Meiling's face. She held her hands out, not knowing where to put them, feeling a tingling sensation in her chest. Especially when Su Ke rubbed against her, her breathing became ragged. Although he had only asked to lean on her to recover, she hadn't expected the boy to bury his face right between her breasts.

Su Ke could clearly hear Zhang Meiling's rapid heartbeat, thumping away. Although he was incredibly nervous, he couldn't bear to pull away, and he kept his eyes closed, savoring the moment until the Flower Picking System sent the notification that the task was complete.

"Ahem, Su Ke, are you feeling any better?" Zhang Meiling was a woman of experience; logically, she shouldn't have been so flustered, but with Su Ke pressed against her chest, her body trembled slightly. The tingling sensation made her feel as though her breasts were swelling, and the warmth of his breath against her skin made her body flush with heat. She tapped his shoulder lightly and asked.

"Uh! Much better!" Hearing this, Su Ke reluctantly lifted his head, his face pale with feigned tension, which only made Zhang Meiling believe he had been hit quite hard.

"Are you really okay?" As she watched him pull away from her embrace, she felt an involuntary sense of loss and emptiness, though she was mostly just worried.

"I'm fine!" Su Ke knew that too much of a good thing could backfire, and since the task was already complete, he smiled slightly: "Thank you, Sister Meiling!"

"What are you thanking me for? If it weren't for you, I would have taken a nasty fall. Do you need to rest a bit longer?"

"Uh!" Su Ke couldn't help but glance at her towering peaks again, savoring the lingering sensation. He swallowed hard and shook his head quickly: "No, no need!"