Chapter 40 Why Did You Break Up Back Then?

The lake surface shimmered with a dazzling light.

Cheng Wanyue leaned against the corner, rainwater from the eaves dripping onto her shoulder, but she didn’t notice.

Every time Qing Hang kissed her, it was as if he wanted to chew her up and swallow her. Only when she couldn’t breathe and her body slid down weakly, unable to utter any more blush-inducing words, would he stop. His lips and tongue would then roam along her chin and neck, even licking away the excess raindrops.

The stuffiness in the air made her feel a little oxygen-deprived, and her breathing was heavy.

He was afraid of irritating her but also greedy for the intimacy of the moment. His face gently nuzzled the skin of her neck, and his hand, which had been holding her wrist, slowly moved down, prying open her clenched fingers one by one, intertwining them with his.

At this moment, if any external factor approached her, he would show his sharp claws, either hiding her away or tearing apart the intruders.

Cheng Wanyue tilted her head back and softly asked, “Are you hard?”

Although Qing Hang didn’t speak, his ears turned completely red.

She knew it perfectly well.

Cheng Wanyue lowered her head, but Qing Hang didn’t let her see him, covering her eyes with his hand.

Her neck arched backward, and the back of her head almost hit the wall. He was only focused on protecting her, which caused all his emotions to be exposed before her eyes.

The reason Qing Hang had dragged Cheng Wanyue away from the barbecue area just now was because of Zhou Heng.

She had been very interested in astrology for a while, and all her friends had been analyzed by her. Although astrology was very mysterious and lacked scientific basis, it could reveal a person’s hidden personality in certain aspects.

Qing Hang was born on the day of the Beginning of Winter, a Scorpio.

With a Taurus Moon, he had inner stability, and with a Scorpio Sun, he was very resourceful. Among all the boys she had seen, his astrological chart was the best, except that he was very prone to contradictions and hesitation.

Cheng Wanyue scratched his palm. “Qing Hang, what are you thinking about?”

Qing Hang came back to his senses, his eyes still holding a layer of hazy uncertainty. “I was thinking... it would be good if you became me, or if you entered my body, controlled my consciousness, and touched my heart.”

Not for long, just a second would be enough.

What he actually wanted to say was, “Wanyue, don’t like anyone else.”

She chuckled softly. “Then I’ll like you?”

It was what he longed for. “Yes, like me.”

Qing Hang had said this sentence before, but it was the first time Cheng Wanyue had heard it.

During high school holidays, she was always forced by Cheng Guoan to stay home for tutoring. For a very basic piece of knowledge, Qing Hang had to explain it countless times before she could remember it.

At first, she would still make things difficult for him and tease him. Later, after getting used to it, if he didn’t come to her house one day, she would feel like something was missing. But when he did come, she couldn’t study for more than a few minutes before falling asleep on the desk, not even finishing half a test paper.

The pen clutched in her hand drew dirty marks on her fair face, but she still slept soundly.

He would also rest his head on his arm, quietly watching her for a long, long time.

[Cheng Wanyue, please like me.]

The desk heard it, the textbooks and test papers knew it, the few pieces of watermelon on the plate, the sticky notes on the wall, the stuffed animals on her bed, and the wind and sunset outside the window all knew.

Only Cheng Wanyue didn’t know.

More than the other solutions to the math Olympiad problems, he wanted to know what she was dreaming about.

She moved and almost fell off the chair, but she still didn’t wake up. He had become a little stiff from the awkward position of holding her waist when he rushed to support her. She had many new dresses, in various materials, styles, and colors, and even the creases pressed into the skirt were beautiful.

He began to imagine his shadow in her dreams.

So much so that every time she fell asleep beside him, he wanted to go into her dreams.

[Cheng Wanyue, please like me.]

The second time Cheng Wanyue heard it was already in the hotel room. A heavy rainstorm had just passed, and the two of them walked into the hotel soaking wet, but no one found it strange.

He had undressed her completely and washed her clean, but his own clothes hadn’t even had a single button undone.

The bathroom was filled with steamy mist. She leaned one hand on the glass door, unable to grab anything, leaving only streaks of water.

She was like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and steaming. Qing Hang was the glass thrown into the boiling water. Perhaps at some point, he would be unable to withstand the high temperature and shatter, but even if he broke, the water would still contain glass shards that could never be completely cleaned out. Swallowed down, they would cut wounds in the throat, causing bleeding and pain, something that could never be forgotten.

“Wanyue,” he couldn’t bear to hurt her, but the act of entering her body had no gentleness whatsoever. “Believe me, what others have, I can also give you. I won’t make you wait too long.”

“You never even pursued me.”

“Then I’ll pursue you now.”

The mirror reflected Cheng Wanyue’s flushed face. The clothes concealed the evidence of Qing Hang’s arousal, and his expression was unclear. She wanted to take off his clothes, but he pressed her back against the glass door.

His hot body pressed close from behind, and he held her waist, pushing down slightly.

The dress Cheng Wanyue was wearing today was not a backless style.

Qing Hang knew the human anatomy well, knew that she could accommodate him, and knew which places to stimulate to make her comfortable. He squeezed back into the slick entrance, and the warm, moist soft flesh layered and overlapped, twisting him, sucking him, stealing his reason, and indulging his desires.

The area between her legs was wet, the moisture no longer just dripping from the shower.

Her body was bumped forward, and she hit her head several times. Her nipples were rubbed and squeezed against the glass, turning red and pitiful. He reached around to cup one in his hand.

Soft, dense kisses landed on her back, perhaps his only gentleness.

The air in the bathroom was very humid, but her throat felt parched. She couldn’t stand anymore, whimpering softly, and was carried out and tossed onto the bed. Before she could recover, her legs were parted.

Her scattered consciousness quickly gathered again. Her body tensed, her slender waist arched, only to fall back onto the bed limply. Her choked sobs rose and fell, finally ending in a trembling bite on his shoulder.

Her stamina was poor, and there probably wouldn’t be a second time. Qing Hang, who had never cursed before, breathed heavily and muttered a curse. The intense pleasure made the veins on his arms and neck bulge, but it couldn’t stop the urge to ejaculate.

In bed, he always revealed his forceful side.

The exhausted Cheng Wanyue was trapped beneath him. He rubbed against her wet inner thighs, then buried his face in her cleavage, nibbling and biting. She wanted to speak, or perhaps push him away, but he took the opportunity to hook his tongue with hers, and while she was drowsy, he changed the condom and thrust inside her.

Her body, still sensitive from the recent orgasm, couldn’t withstand such intense stimulation. The marks she scratched on his back became deeper with each stroke.

He seemed awake, yet also lost in the rolling tide of passion, having lost his usual rationality, greedy and tireless, always wanting more.

He even hoped she would always be like this, unable to break free or escape, only able to depend on him.

Cheng Wanyue’s skin was fair, and all the places outsiders couldn’t see were covered in marks left by Qing Hang. When he dressed her, she wore a displeased expression.

His hands could perform surgery, cook for her, and also slip through her bra straps to help her adjust the tightness and length.

Her hair was already dry. Qing Hang found a comb on the shelf above the sink. A few strands of hair by her ear were sticking up, so he braided a very thin plait for her.

Qing Hang didn’t have a younger sister. Cheng Wanyue had taught him how to braid.

She used to have long hair, and even when she went to the hair salon for a trim, she wouldn’t cut it too short.

Once, when she was bored, she saw that the red string holding her jade pendant had come loose. She called him over, made him sit behind her, and demonstrated with the red string while he followed along, learning.

Later, when she looked in the mirror, she complained that the braid he made was ugly, but she didn’t undo it.

Cheng Wanyue didn’t eat lunch. After sitting for a while, she closed her eyes and leaned into Qing Hang’s arms. Qing Hang naturally picked her up and sat on the sofa with her in his lap.

Qing Hang kissed her cheek. “Do you still want to eat barbecue?”

She was truly hungry. “Anything is fine.”

Qing Hang remembered Yan Ci saying she was anemic. “Make time for a medical check-up at the hospital, okay?”

“I’m not going,” Cheng Wanyue frowned. “I just had a check-up at the beginning of the year. No one has check-ups that frequently, and I have my regular hospital and doctor.”

If she didn’t want to do something, no one could force her.

Qing Hang didn’t mention it again. “Let’s go out to eat.”

The sunset was beautiful, half the sky dyed orange-red. Meng Qi and the others had opened several cases of beer. Xu Qian was the same as in the morning, only Zhou Heng was too silent.

Cheng Wanyue only had the energy to play after she was full. She ate whatever Qing Hang gave her, ending with a glass of juice.

Xu Qian was telling ghost stories. Cheng Wanyue leaned back in her chair and looked at her phone. She inadvertently swiped to a video. At first, she just thought the music was nice, but when the camera zoomed in, she realized the lead singer in the video looked somewhat familiar.

[When will Brother Chi Yue marry me?]

Cheng Wanyue saw this popular comment and realized his name was Chi Yue. He seemed quite famous. She clicked on Chi Yue’s Weibo through the comments. He only followed 10 people, and his latest follow was her.

Suddenly, her phone was snatched away. She looked up blankly. Night had fallen, and Qing Hang’s gaze was dark and unreadable.

Qing Hang didn’t use Weibo, but he had taken a few extra glances because of Cheng Wanyue’s profile picture and her Weibo name.

The profile picture was the same as his WeChat profile picture, and she had added a suffix to her Weibo name because he called her Princess Rapunzel.

“Let me keep it for now,” Qing Hang stuffed the phone into his pocket.

Cheng Wanyue was unwilling. “Give it back to me.”

She reached out to snatch it, but Qing Hang wouldn’t let her. So she pinched his waist and bit his wrist.

Xu Qian happened to look over and thought the two of them were flirting. Qing Hang, such a serious person, was breaking her preconceived notions of him again and again today. She had known Qing Hang for so long, and it was the first time she had seen him smile.

Cheng Wanyue was usually a spoiled young lady, picky and delicate, but beside Qing Hang, she was like a child, with a bad temper and difficult to deal with, yet also very easy to coax.

Qing Hang was usually boring and old-fashioned, uninterested in anything, but when facing Cheng Wanyue, his emotional fluctuations were very unusual, but also more real.

“We’re all friends, let’s play truth or dare. Wanyue, you have to participate.”

Xu Qian diverted Cheng Wanyue’s attention. She sat back in her seat. “I drove here, I can’t drink.”

“Let Qing Hang drink for you,” Xu Qian picked up an empty wine bottle and placed it in the middle of the table. “There are exactly eight people. Whoever the bottle points to has to answer two questions from the person opposite them, or do a dare. If they choose neither, they have to drink three glasses of wine.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Cheng Wanyue had always had pretty good luck since she was a child. She was tired of playing these kinds of drinking games. At the beginning, everyone was still restrained, but after a few rounds, the atmosphere became more and more lively. Whether it was truth or dare, it wasn’t simple.

The person next to Meng Qi spun the bottle, and it finally stopped between Cheng Wanyue and Qing Hang.

Xu Qian told them to play rock-paper-scissors to decide who it would be, but they kept choosing the same thing and couldn’t determine a winner.

“This won’t work, one of you each,” Xu Qian was in high spirits. She was sitting opposite Cheng Wanyue and asked directly, “What did you two do this afternoon?”

Cheng Wanyue’s face didn’t even flush. “Slept at the hotel.”

“Just slept?”

“We also did...” Her mouth was covered.

Cheng Wanyue turned her head to look at Qing Hang. He didn’t give Xu Qian the chance to dig deeper, one hand still covering her mouth, while the other picked up the wine glass, drinking three glasses in a row.

When it was Meng Qi’s turn, this time, the bottle accurately pointed at Cheng Wanyue.

“Wanyue, who was your first kiss with?” This question was already quite ordinary; Xu Qian hadn’t even asked about her first night.

Cheng Wanyue poked Qing Hang’s arm, “Him.”

Xu Qian had long noticed that their relationship wasn’t as simple as being from the same hometown, “Wow! Young love! Then why did you two break up?”