Chapter 31 Not That Much in Love

Qing Hang had been drinking. If it weren’t for that belt, there was no way Cheng Wanyue could have gained the upper hand.

Tonight, the progress had to reach ninety-nine percent.

“Can’t use those,” he leaned against the headboard, glancing sideways at the small toys placed on the table.

“Those?” Cheng Wanyue looked surprised, deliberately misinterpreting him. “You want to play with them?”

Before Qing Hang could explain, she raised her chin haughtily. “If you behave well, I might consider it.”

Now that he was tied up, of course she had to try being on top first.

The condom she had unwrapped had lubricant inside, unlike the ones at his place that day. It also had a sweet peach scent.

Their skin tones were similar, but because he had been drinking, his skin had a faint pinkish hue. The places she had bitten and scratched were darker, as if he had been abused by her.

Mei Qiu hid in the corner of the sofa, a small lump completely obscured by the backpack. But the sound of its claws scratching the paper bag could be heard, rustling softly and then loudly. In comparison, Qing Hang’s suppressed breathing was more noticeable.

Only a lamp by the door was lit, casting a dim yellow light in the room. The beige voile curtains vaguely revealed the colorful city lights outside the window.

Cheng Wanyue moved very slowly, finally managing to put the condom on him. She placed one hand on his shoulder, sitting up a little higher, the blurred silhouette of her curvaceous body cast a shadow on the wall.

His face was buried in the crook of her neck, gently biting and sucking. His warm breath blew into her ear, and his bound hands also reached between her legs. Every touch was a signal urging her to go further.

Cheng Wanyue wasn’t actually very experienced.

But beginners are bold.

She slowly lowered herself, the process even slower than when she had put the condom on him. The veins on Qing Hang’s arms faintly bulged, and a muffled groan, both painful and pleasurable, escaped his throat.

He rarely made a sound in bed.

His usually clear voice, tinged with passion, became hoarse and very sensual. Cheng Wanyue liked to hear it, so she turned her head away when he tried to kiss her. He was somewhat annoyed by her awkward riding position. He bit the nipple that brushed against his lips, and she tilted her head back with a soft moan. Her already tight passage contracted with stimulation, squeezing him rhythmically.

After a few minutes, she was tired.

She was delicate and lay limply on top of him, refusing to move any further.

Qing Hang did the same as in the bathroom, raising his arms and letting them fall above her head, enclosing her in his embrace. Then he supported her body, his lower abdomen starting to thrust upwards.

Mei Qiu wasn’t asleep and occasionally made small noises, as if a third pair of eyes was watching them in the room.

The skin at the base of her thighs was flushed a glistening red. The sound of moisture grew louder. At the moment of climax, Cheng Wanyue’s face was already covered in tears. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out when he kissed her.

It was as if she had been rescued after drowning, left with only a primal instinct for survival.

And he was the seaweed that had tightly缠绕 her limbs, almost dragging her into the deep sea, a living thing that seemed to want to invade her body. She was powerless to break free, controlled by him as she floated up and down in the water. The oxygen grew thinner and thinner, her remaining consciousness gradually blurring, until the second before suffocation, he pulled her back to the surface.

When he hid his fierce wildness, his kisses became extremely gentle, lingering on her lips, using the opportunity of entering between her teeth to give her air.

His sweat-dampened palms lightly caressed her lower back, as if to soothe her, or perhaps to beg for forgiveness.

Qing Hang waited until she had recovered before placing his hands in front of her. “Untie me, go take a shower.”

“Who should untie you?” Tears welled up in her eyes, but she had no intimidating power when she glared.

“You.”

“Who am I?”

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low. “Princess Rapunzel.”

Cheng Wanyue was finally satisfied. After untying the belt, she saw the marks it had left on his wrists. “You should wear long sleeves to work.”

“I don’t work during the day.”

“Night shift?”

“Mm.”

“Is it all night?”

“Mm.”

“That’s so tiring, but you’re amazing.”

Qing Hang’s goal in senior high school was to get into medical school. At that time, Cheng Wanyue would always lie on his desk and watch him study while the other students around them played and joked. She would whisper to him, “Qing Hang, you will definitely become a very厉害 doctor and cure many people in the future.”

Before going to sleep, she asked him groggily whether she looked better with long hair or short hair.

He said both looked good.

She said he could only choose one.

Cheng Wanyue in Qing Hang’s memory always had long hair. Like Cheng Yanqing, she hated having her head touched by others and would get angry if anyone did. Even if she was about to be late for class, she would make sure her hair was perfectly styled.

During those three years of high school, she had wanted to dye her hair more than once and had shown him pictures online more than once, but because school rules forbade dyeing hair, she could only dream about it.

“Long hair,” Qing Hang tightened his arms around her, placing a soft kiss behind her ear. “Wanyue, let your hair grow long.”

Cheng Wanyue smiled. “Actually... I also like long hair.”

Her hair grew slowly, and it would take another two years to grow long.

The hotel only served breakfast before nine o’clock. Cheng Wanyue slept late and woke up late. The waiter delivered the washed clothes. Qing Hang opened the door and brought them into the room, but she still didn’t feel like getting up.

His phone rang, so he answered it first.

Cheng Wanyue heard him call the other person “senior sister” and became slightly more awake.

What was this senior sister and junior brother stuff?

They weren’t in school.

They were talking about a research topic, and Cheng Wanyue couldn’t understand much of it. She wanted to drink water, so she stretched one leg out from under the blanket and placed it on his leg, wiggling her toes. While still talking, he got up to get the bottled water from the table and unscrewed the cap with one hand.

She wasn’t wearing anything. When she sat up, the blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Qing Hang was distracted for a few seconds and didn’t clearly hear what Li Yu on the other end of the phone had just said. “Sorry, could you please repeat that, senior sister?”

After drinking the water, Cheng Wanyue lay back down, hugging the pillow and turning her back to him.

Qing Hang turned off the air conditioner. “Okay, I’ll make time to go to the school this week.”

Mei Qiu had been wandering around the room early on. It was too small and had tried several times but failed to jump onto the bed. Just now, it had climbed onto the bed by grabbing Qing Hang’s pants and then burrowed under the blanket by Cheng Wanyue’s feet. She was ticklish and almost rolled off the bed.

Qing Hang ended the call and reached into the blanket with one hand to pull Mei Qiu out.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

Her eyes were closed, and her voice was weak. “Soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed dumplings.”

“Should I buy them back, or should we eat out?”

“...Buy them back... No, forget it, let’s eat out.”

Qing Hang took the clothes to the end of the bed. He was about to dress her when he realized there was no underwear. Although he wasn’t drunk last night, he would still have some memory loss after drinking.

Cheng Wanyue said she had nipple covers in her bag.

After finding them, he was trying to figure out how to put them on.

Cheng Wanyue was lying on the bed, teasing Mei Qiu, and casually asked him, “Qing Hang, when you were in college, were there many people chasing after you?”

Without looking up, he replied, “No one chased me.”

“My mom says your looks are very attractive to older women.”

Qing Hang was still studying the two nipple covers. “No one liked me.”

In his sophomore year, a wealthy newly-divorced woman wanted to keep him as her lover—she was 16 years older than him. He didn’t even know who she was or how she knew him. Rich people also have power, and because of this incident, he almost got expelled from school.

“What about you?” He asked her. “Were there many people chasing you?”

“Not bad.”

“Did you date anyone?”

“Yes,” Cheng Wanyue yawned. “But it wasn’t interesting.”

Qing Hang paused his movements for a moment, then quickly resumed naturally. “Why wasn’t it interesting?”

She thought for a moment. “It’s just... I didn’t like it that much.”