The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Chapter 2086 You Do Like It, Don’t You?

The industry was growing more competitive by the minute since everyone but Ian wanted to rush forward toward a

higher goal.

He might appear to be conceited and aloof to some people, but the truth was that he had zero interest in such

matters.

However, the crew might have actually preferred someone like Ian who did his job without complaining. Other than

that, he was someone who never made unreasonable demands and had always tried his best to make things easy

for others.

Now that the couple had arrived at the square, Cindy and Ian both stood at a corner while observing the people in

front of them.

There were a few children learning how to skate and even though they looked clumsy, they were absolutely

adorable as well.

Cindy subsequently wiggled her way to Ian's front and said to him in a hushed voice, "I wanted to join the skating

club when I was in university, but it took me only one lesson to find out that my limbs have a mind of their own. The

only thing I could do was stand. While the other new students could start skating around right after they wore their

skates, even the slightest movement was exhausting to me. It was such a heavy blow on my pride that I quit

thereafter."

Hearing Cindy sharing her past with him, Ian continued to prob, "What club were you in then?"

"Swimming club. I learned how to swim there," she answered with a goofy laugh.

"That sounds useful." His eyebrow shot up in surprise. "You can even save lives if you know how to swim."

She smacked her lips a few times before letting out a sigh. "I can't. I almost drowned twice when I was learning it,

and I gradually became afraid of water after that. There was a time when I had nightmares about drowning and

would only wake up when I'm nearly out of breath."

Ian explained with a smile, "Now, that's because you didn't learn it the right way. I'll teach you when we have the

time."

As she was slightly surprised by his offer, Cindy lifted her gaze to meet his eyes and asked, "Are you excellent at

swimming?"

He had a trustworthy look as he pursed his lips. "I'm alright. Me teaching you shouldn't be a problem."

Seeing how confident he was, she pondered for a while before patting him on his shoulder. She then confessed,

"You might pass out before I even understand anything that you teach me. I'm just letting you know that I'm not the

sharpest tool in the shed. You better prepare yourself."

There was a mysterious glint in Ian's eyes as he suddenly turned to look at Cindy. It was probably because there

weren't a lot of people moving around them that he sighed in a low voice. "I already know that. Just look at how you

are in bed. I have taught you so much, yet you haven't learned a thing!"

Her face instantly froze at that as she didn't think he would bring this up. Feeling that her rage was rising, she

pinched and twisted the flesh on his arm while hissing, "What is wrong with how I am in bed? What the hell are you

trying to say? You better shut your mouth!"

Ian didn't back down from her threat, and instead leaned toward her ear to teasingly purr, "You always get so tired

after we go at it for only a bit. Your thighs are always hurting in the middle of it, and you always tell me to do it

myself. You haven't used any of the positions that I have taught you."

As Cindy's lips pursed, she stared at him for a good minute before deciding to play this game that he had started. It

wasn't like there was anyone around to eavesdrop on their conversation, anyway. Talking about something spicy like

this could well be their own way of having fun as husband and wife.

"Aren't you the one who overdoes it? Why do you need all those tricks when you can just satisfy your needs the

easy way?" she asked.

He reached out and held her face between his hands before leaning over. Then, he gently rubbed his lips against

hers through the mask that covered half his face. "Those aren't tricks," he playfully scolded her. "Those are what

we call 'foreplay', which I have a feeling that you quite like them."

She glared at him as she tried her hardest to keep a calm face. "I don't like it. How do you know whether I like it or

not?"

"Don't you like it?" Ian's voice had gotten dangerously low and seductive. "Then, tell me this: why do you tell me to

go faster and harder every time?"

After hearing his words, Cindy sucked in a breath of cold air. That's true, that's true. How could she have forgotten

that dirty talk for men was different than women?

There was no way she could win against Ian, who was someone who could talk dirty out of nowhere.

She continued to glare at him without a word when he suddenly pulled her toward him by the back of her head. It

was then followed by him giving her a hard kiss.

Now that the mask was in between their lips, he was teasing her again. "Did I hit bullseye? You do like it, don't you?

This is why you should train your body harder. It's the only way where you can someday be the proactive one

between us both."

Hearing that, she quickly replied, "Hmph! Dream on! I'll never initiate it. I want you to serve me!"