After the divorce, a wealthy lady confessed her feelings and pursued me

As Gao Jun and Liang Yaqi were immersed in their world of tenderness, Sun Miao returned without warning.

Upon entering the room, she swept her gaze over the smoldering atmosphere with eyes like torches, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she teased mercilessly, "Ha! While I was away, you two have really savored your sweet days together."

Liang Yaqi smiled, mischief glinting in her eyes, and walked gracefully to Sun Miao's side, lightly tapping her shoulder with a finger, half-jokingly saying, "Miaomiao, this man is yours to 'handle' from now on, make sure to 'squeeze' him well."

"Leave it to me!" Sun Miao, feline-like, leaped onto Gao Jun as soon as the words left her mouth.

Her arms wrapped around Gao Jun's neck like vines, her eyes full of challenge and expectation, she cooed, "I don't care how intimate you are with Qiqi, you have to do the same with me later!"

The unique and rich fragrance of Sun Miao's perfume lingered around Gao Jun's nose, making his mind slightly dazed.

Compared to Liang Yaqi's mature allure, Sun Miao's 'rebellion' was more flamboyant and uninhibited, but it was precisely this wildness that made her even more irresistible.

Thinking this, his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed, as he leaned down to press his lips against Sun Miao's luscious red ones, while his hand slowly traced her waistline, caressing her long, beautiful legs.

"Gao Jun..." Sun Miao abruptly pushed him away, her cheeks flushed with a crimson hue, her eyes a mix of embarrassment and defiance, a tide of humiliation surging in her depths.

Yet at the same time, a strange and thrilling excitement quietly spread within her, making her increasingly lost in these complex emotions.

Gao Jun's gaze burned into her, his fingers lightly rubbing the edge of her short skirt, his voice deep and magnetic: "Look at this skirt, it's outrageously short, clearly intended to seduce me."

Sun Miao hung her head, feeling the burning heat of Gao Jun's palm on her leg, yet forced a calm smile and looked up at him, "Nonsense…it's not like that."

The usually strong and sharp Sun Miao was now as flustered as a frightened fawn in front of Gao Jun, completely losing her usual aura.

Under Gao Jun's gaze, which seemed to see through her soul, she felt her psychological defenses crumbling inch by inch, unable to remain calm no matter what.

"Miaomiao." Gao Jun wasn't in a rush to kiss her again, instead enjoying the process of slowly breaching Sun Miao's psychological defenses. His gaze drifted down her body and he continued, "You're not only wearing a short skirt, but also stockings, and these high heels are just perfect, aren't you blatantly trying to tempt me? I love it."

"I dress like this all the time, Gao Jun, don't push your luck!" Sun Miao tried to reclaim her usual assertive demeanor, her words tinged with threat.

But as soon as the words left her mouth, even she felt lacking in confidence. In front of Gao Jun, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, that pent-up feeling making the sense of humiliation in her heart even stronger.

"Miaomiao, I don't want to die, I just want to kiss you." Gazing at Sun Miao's red lips, Gao Jun's eyes burned with a desire he could no longer suppress. With that, he suddenly kissed her again.

"Bastard..." Sun Miao instinctively wanted to resist Gao Jun's seemingly unreasonable demand, pushing hard against his chest with her hands.

However, her body was more honest than her reason, initially struggling fiercely, but as Gao Jun's kisses deepened, her movements gradually grew softer, until she finally met him eagerly, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, passionately responding to every kiss.

After a long time, they reluctantly pulled apart.

Gao Jun looked at Sun Miao, her face flushed and eyes dazed, a slightly malicious grin tugging at his lips, his tone full of humiliation: "Miaomiao, you really are a lowly woman. Saying you resist, but your body is very honest."

With that, he pulled Sun Miao's hand, casually saying, "I'm a bit hungry now."

At this moment, Sun Miao was overwhelmed with humiliation, cursing herself a thousand times over for her lack of resolve.

Knowing full well that Gao Jun was humiliating her, why couldn't she resist kissing him?

Why couldn't she muster a shred of resistance to Gao Jun's demands?

Yet, despite the turmoil in her heart, when Gao Jun held her tightly again and wrapped his arms around her waist, she found herself unable to refuse.

Gao Jun greedily inhaled the scent from Sun Miao's body and kissed her lips once more.

Having been intimately involved with Gao Jun before, Sun Miao now had no restraints, fully immersing herself in this passionate kiss, responding to Gao Jun with fiery enthusiasm.

Enjoying Sun Miao's passionate response, Gao Jun gently lifted her, brought her to the sofa, and slowly laid her down.

"Miaomiao." Looking at Sun Miao's blushing cheeks, Gao Jun felt a surge of emotion. Her curvaceous and sensual figure had a deadly allure for him, one he couldn't extricate himself from.

After returning home, Gao Jun just put the groceries on the ground and immediately picked up Sun Miao.

Even though Sun Miao was plump and weighed more than the average woman, for the strong and energetic Gao Jun, lifting her was an effortless task.

...

After a while, Gao Jun went to the kitchen and took a large gulp of water.

He just had some snacks, which tasted pretty good.

Thinking of Sun Miao's contributions during this time, his heart was filled with tenderness. Since he came, he naturally wanted Sun Miao to relax. At this moment, Sun Miao was in the kitchen, blushing while cooking, filled with happiness and contentment. She silently celebrated, feeling that having met Gao Jun in this lifetime was worth everything. Thinking back carefully, from meeting Gao Jun to now, every step was fraught with danger, but fortunately, they ended up together. She finally understood what a truly fulfilling and meaningful life was. Every day now was filled with anticipation.

After some intimacy with Sun Miao, Gao Jun went to Zhou Shumei. At that time, Zhou Shumei was nearly seven months pregnant and about to give birth.

"Shumei, let's go to your room and relax." Gao Jun looked at Zhou Shumei's rounded belly, his eyes full of concern and tenderness.

"Okay." Zhou Shumei replied softly. After entering the room, she locked the door and then took Gao Jun's hand, leading him to the bed.

She opened the bedside drawer, took out Gao Jun's favorite snacks, and handed them to him.

Gao Jun took the snacks and started eating, indeed feeling a bit hungry.

His gaze fell on Zhou Shumei's snow-white beautiful legs, and he continued, "Shumei, wear the black stockings later."

"Still thinking about having me wear black stockings, huh." Zhou Shumei smiled helplessly, her eyes full of indulgence.

"Hmm... Shumei, you know I love black stockings the most." Gao Jun's tone had a hint of playfulness.

Zhou Shumei reached out to stroke Gao Jun's head, didn't object, and opened the bedside drawer to take out two pairs of black stockings: "Honey, my belly is big now, it's not convenient to bend down. Please help me put them on."

As the months passed, many things became difficult for her.

"Alright, Shumei, I'll help you with the black stockings." Gao Jun carefully took Zhou Shumei's fair, jade-like foot and gently put on the black stocking, slowly pulling it up.

Throughout the process, his gaze was focused and full of affection, as though performing a sacred ritual.

Soon, a beautiful leg wrapped in black stockings appeared before him, the unique allure causing a flutter in his heart.

For Gao Jun, personally dressing Zhou Shumei in black stockings was undoubtedly an ultimate enjoyment.

Then, Gao Jun picked up Zhou Shumei's other jade-like foot and just as meticulously put on the black stocking.

When both beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings were fully displayed before him, it was like a light was switched on in front of him, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

"You child... Just love black stockings." Zhou Shumei scolded gently, though her tone was full of indulgence.

"Yes, Shumei, in my heart, black stockings are my favorite."

As Gao Jun spoke, he embraced both of Zhou Shumei's legs and gently rubbed his face against her beautiful legs.

Zhou Shumei allowed such intimacy from Gao Jun without any resistance, instead feeling overwhelmed with happiness. Such close contact allowed her to truly experience the depth of love.

"Shumei, you smell so good." Gao Jun said, then grabbed Zhou Shumei's beautiful legs in black stockings and leaned in to kiss them.

After a long time, they parted.

Zhou Shumei's pretty face was flushed, her eyes showing a bit of apprehension, and she asked softly, "Aren't you bothered by my big belly?"

"Of course not..." Gao Jun tightly embraced her, placing a gentle hand on her pregnant belly, feeling the movement of the little life inside, his eyes gentle yet firm...