Chapter 46

◎"You should say you miss your husband"◎

It was cold at the top of the mountain, but it was very hot inside the car, so hot that it made people feel restless.

Cheng Jiamo sat on He Qingzhao's lap, her back against the steering wheel, and looked up impatiently, her two small, white teeth gently biting her pink and full lips.

A sweet, seductive hum escaped from between her teeth, amplified infinitely in the confined, narrow space, making one's heart race.

He Qingzhao tightened his jaw, his deep eyes fixed on her like a wolf in the dim night, not missing a single subtle expression on her face. He loved her alluring, captivated look, her captivation because of him, her passion for him, which drove him even more mad.

Her pearly teeth parted, and her lips trembled delicately.

Cheng Jiaming looked at the man before her with dreamy eyes and called out to him in a sweet voice, "He Qingzhao..."

Her voice was so sweet it melted his bones, piercing his heart like a hook, pulling and tugging at his soul.

He Qingzhao's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Suddenly, he bent his knuckles and pressed them together hard, kneading them forcefully with the pad of his thumb. His Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and his voice was hoarse: "Shout, shout loudly, I want to hear it."

Cheng Jiamo shuddered, cried, and threw herself into his arms, hugging his neck with both hands, leaning softly against his bulging, hot chest, her little face pressed against his chest and rubbing against him.

"He Qingzhao, I feel so bad."

He Qingzhao tilted his head and kissed her ear, his tongue darting into her earlobe as he breathed heavily in her ear, "Baby, where does it hurt? Tell me."

Cheng Jiamo couldn't bring herself to say it; she didn't have the audacity to say such a thing.

He Qingzhao grabbed her hand and kneaded it, his lips brushing against her ear: "If you want it, do it yourself."

-

More than an hour later, the car window was opened, and the car was filled with the strong scent of photinia flowers. When the wind blew, the scent became even stronger, filling the entire car.

Cheng Jiamo sniffed the strange smell and wrinkled her nose in disgust: "It smells so strong, it's all your scent. I told you not to put it in the car, but you insisted, and now it's everywhere. How are you going to wash the car?"

He Qingzhao pinched her pink earlobe: "You little rascal, now you're blaming me? Who was crying and begging for your brother just now, huh?"

Cheng Jiamo suddenly bit his lips, making his already broken lips even more swollen and full, giving them a sexy and erotic look.

He Qingzhao narrowed his eyes and licked the blood off his lips: "Your little mouth is so greedy that it's biting people. Looks like you're still not full."

He grabbed her waist with both hands and flipped her over.

Cheng Jiamo slumped over the steering wheel, twisting her waist as she struggled: "He Qingzhao, I was wrong, I'll never bite you again, please let me go."

He Qingzhao held her chin with one hand, stirring his index finger in her mouth; with the other hand, he wrapped his arms around her slender and soft waist, kneading her waist, burying his head in her neck to kiss her, and sucking on the tender white flesh of her neck.

Cheng Jiamo was no match for him; she quickly went limp and fell into his arms, undressing him completely.

He Qingzhao grabbed her small hand and pressed it against his pants: "Tell me, whose are they?"

Cheng Jiamo didn't speak, but leaned softly against him, breathing weakly.

She had only one thought: He Qingzhao was no human! He was a wolf!

Isn't it said that men can't function properly after 25?

He Qingzhao is already twenty-seven, but his energy and stamina are terrifying!

Just as she was lost in thought, He Qingzhao pulled her close, his fingers gently caressing her swollen lips, his fingertips playing with the moist crevice, and he said in a deep voice, "Baby, five more times."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

-

Because it was dark, Cheng Jiamo had no idea where He Qingzhao had taken her. She only knew that it was on a mountain, probably a developed tourist attraction, because there were lights on the mountain road.

After getting out of the car, He Qingzhao carried her into an elegant courtyard, where she realized it was a hilltop villa, He Qingzhao's private residence.

She asked curiously, "How many houses do you actually own?"

He Qingzhao chuckled: "To be honest, I don't know either."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

After the initial shock, she realized something terrifying: if He Qingzhao had another girlfriend, she would never find out unless he wanted her to.

She had been with He Qingzhao for over two months, living with him in many places: Nanyuan, apartments, hotel suites, and now the hilltop villa. If He Qingzhao wanted to hide someone, he could do so anywhere without them being discovered.

Take herself as an example. She only spends two days a week with He Qingzhao. On the other five nights, she has no idea where He Qingzhao lives or who he lives with. She has never asked, and He Qingzhao has never told her.

During the five days of the week, they barely contacted each other. He Qingzhao wouldn't take the initiative to send her messages with cheesy everyday sweet nothings, and she didn't know what to say either. From the very beginning, their relationship wasn't like that of a normal boyfriend and girlfriend, or more precisely, not like that of a boyfriend and girlfriend in college.

He Qingzhao was obsessed with her body; every time they met, they would either eat or do *that*.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jiamo felt a surge of indescribable bitterness in her heart.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself."

He Qingzhao didn't let go, and asked her with his eyes lowered, "Can you walk?"

Cheng Jiamo's legs were still weak and her whole body was sore, but she still said firmly, "I can walk."

He Qingzhao chuckled, but didn't put her down. He carried her and walked faster and faster.

Once inside the living room, He Qingzhao placed her on the sofa and leaned down to look at her: "I have many houses, but I only have one girlfriend."

Cheng Jiamo turned her face away: "How would I know?"

He Qingzhao moved closer to her face and kissed the corner of her lips: "Don't you know how intense the first kiss is every time I see you?"

"..." That's shameless!

Cheng Jiamo blushed deeply with embarrassment.

He Qingzhao stepped back a little, his fingers playing with her rosy lips: "I'm a person, not a perpetual motion machine. If I had women in every place I lived, how could I possibly have sex with you multiple times every time I saw you?"

Cheng Jiamo had already believed it, but she still stubbornly insisted: "Who knows? Maybe you're just trying to be brave and deliberately take that kind of drug before each time you see me."

He Qingzhao laughed in anger, pinching her chin with two fingers and forcing her to tilt her head back: "Not enough? You're deliberately trying to provoke me into having sex with you, huh?"

-

The hot spring pool on the rooftop of the villa is filled with steam.

Cheng Jiamo lay on the edge of the pool, crying until her voice was hoarse.

He Qingzhao showed no pity, gripping her waist tightly and pressing his chin against her neck, asking in a deep voice, "Do you like thick-breasted lattes?"

Cheng Jiamo was in a daze and answered without thinking, "I like it."

Now, no matter what He Qingzhao says, she can only say she likes it, and dares not say she doesn't like it.

He Qingzhao kissed her neck: "I like the first two words too."

You can't soak in a hot spring for too long. Half an hour later, He Qingzhao picked up Cheng Jiamo, holding her in one arm and deliberately lifting her up a little, while wrapping her in a towel with the other hand, and quickly walked into the house.

The edge of the hot spring pool was covered in water, as if it had been deliberately splashed out. In fact, it was splashed out because the pool water was hit violently.

He Qingzhao finished work right at midnight, exactly five times.

Cheng Jiamo was so tired that she closed her eyes and fell asleep without even realizing that He Qingzhao was cleaning her.

After this incident, Cheng Jiamo never dared to provoke Qingzhao with such a thing again.

She thought that if she didn't speak up, He Qingzhao would restrain himself, but she was wrong. He Qingzhao had previously been considerate of her young age and inexperience, which was why he had been so restrained. But after their experiences in the car and the hot spring, He Qingzhao no longer held back and insisted on having his fill every time.

This phenomenon continued until Cheng Jiamo was about to take her exam.

Two weeks before the exam, Cheng Jiamo went back to live at school and stayed there even on Saturdays and Sundays.

As the year draws to a close, He Qingzhao has become quite busy. Before returning to school, she took a trip abroad.

On the same day that the final exams ended, Cheng Jiamo received a call from He Qingzhao, who said he was returning to China the next day and his flight would land in Beijing at 3 p.m.

Cheng Jiamo was making a phone call outside the dormitory building, and asked gently, "Should I wait for you at school tomorrow, or should I pick you up from the airport?"

He Qingzhao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers and his phone in the other, his voice slightly hoarse: "Wait for me at home."

Cheng Jiamo asked, "Which home?"

He has so many homes, if he doesn't tell her, how is she supposed to know where to go?

He Qingzhao laughed, his voice slightly tipsy as if he had been drinking: "Nanyuan. If you get tired of Nanyuan, I have a small courtyard house in Xihai. It's not as big as Nanyuan, but you can hear the morning bell and evening drum there and see the red walls and yellow tiles."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

He Qingzhao: "Then let's go to the West Sea. I'll have Butler Lü arrange for someone to pack. Old Chen will pick you up in a bit. Wait for me at home."

Cheng Jiamo said, "No, I don't want to go alone since you haven't come back. I'll wait for you to go together."

The main reason was that she didn't want to go to his new house alone to wait for him; she would feel very awkward and uncomfortable. She wanted to go with him and have him take her to his place.

He Qingzhao chuckled in a low voice, "Okay."

Cheng Jiamo switched the phone to her other hand, put the other hand in her pocket, and said softly, "I want to pick you up from the airport tomorrow."

He Qingzhao's smile was filled with endless tenderness: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips, suppressing her longing for him: "Then I'll hang up, goodnight."

He Qingzhao: "Is it convenient to turn on a video call?"

Cheng Jiamo: "It's inconvenient. I just finished my exams, and everyone is still here. All three of my roommates are still here."

He Qingzhao's voice was low and hoarse: "I miss you."

Cheng Jiamo made the call standing outside, shivering in the cold night wind.

She shrank her neck and pulled her clothes tighter with one hand: "I'll hang up now, see you tomorrow."

He Qingzhao called her, "Baby."

He rarely used the "er" sound in front of her. He usually only used it when he was being inappropriate or speaking with a Beijing accent.

Cheng Jiamo felt a warmth in her heart, and her voice softened unconsciously, becoming sweet and soft: "Mmm."

He Qingzhao took a drag of his cigarette, his voice growing even hoarse: "Give me a kiss."

Cheng Jiamo felt her heart pounding in her chest, her face burning as if on fire, and she shrank her chin into her collar: "No."

He Qingzhao blew out a puff of smoke: "Sweetie, give me a kiss."

Cheng Jiamo looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then kissed the phone and quickly said, "Can I hang up now?"

He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and magnetic: "It's hard."

Cheng Jiamo hung up the phone immediately, touched her burning face with one hand, took a few deep breaths, and returned to her dormitory.

She had just reached the dormitory door when she received a message from He Qingzhao.

HE: [I miss you, it hurts.]

"May flowers bloom and wealth abound: [Slapping it a few times with the sole of your shoe will stop the pain.]"

HE: [You just wait until tomorrow.]

Flowers Bloom in Wealth and Prosperity: [Then I won't go. I'll go to the South City to work during winter break.]

HE: [Why don't you go and give it a try?]

"May flowers bloom and wealth abound": [I'm going, it's none of your business.]

HE: [Even if you go, I'll drag you back, lock you in bed, and make sure you can't get out.]

Flowers Bloom in Wealth and Prosperity: [You should go to sleep now, you have to catch a flight soon. Staying up late is bad for a man's health as he gets older.]

HE: [Don't provoke me.]

Cheng Jiamo didn't reply to him again and lay in bed watching a TV series before bed.

The next day it snowed, and Cheng Jiamo went to pick up He Qingzhao wearing a long white down jacket.

At 3 p.m., He Qingzhao came out of the terminal.

Amidst the swirling snow, the man, dressed in a black overcoat, exuded an elegant and composed air. His refined and noble demeanor, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon, remained undiminished, his brilliance shining through even amidst the vast, chaotic world.

A smile played on his lips as he strode toward her with his long legs.

Cheng Jiamo was touched by his smile, and with a burning heart, she rushed towards him.

He Qingzhao reached out and caught her, then picked her up and pressed her head down, holding her tightly in his arms.

Cheng Jiamo smelled the crisp, pine-like fragrance emanating from him, and hugged his neck, saying sweetly, "I missed you so much."

He Qingzhao stroked her head: "Who are you thinking about?"

Cheng Jiamo's voice was soft and sweet: "I miss you."

He Qingzhao pressed further, "Who am I?"

Cheng Jiamo bit his neck: "I miss you, I miss He Qingzhao."

He Qingzhao turned his face to kiss her lips: "You have to say you miss your husband."

Cheng Jiamo's heart skipped a beat, and her heart raced. She blushed and pinched him, saying, "He Qingzhao, you're so bad. You start saying nonsense as soon as we meet."

He Qingzhao smiled indulgently: "How do you know it's just nonsense and not my wish, hmm?"

Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips and didn't speak, a sweet feeling welling up in her heart, like eating a very sweet and fragrant candy.

At that time, she thought He Qingzhao really liked her and loved her. But after she moved into his courtyard house in Xihai and spent more than half a month with him, she finally saw through his cold heart.

[Author's Note]

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