Chapter 29 Do you prefer me to stop?

Liang Minghe was clearly stunned for a moment. He relaxed his core strength, lay down on the floor, and when he looked up, his usual calm smile returned.

He propped his head up with his hand, looking at Zhou Jinqin with a leisurely air, and asked her, "Did I do it this way?"

Zhou Jinqin was dizzy from his flirtatious tone and manner. Her face flushed, she nodded and then shook her head: "More or less."

She glanced around instinctively, her voice unconsciously lowering slightly: "It seems like the only difference is whether or not someone lifted their clothes..."

“The difference is huge.” Liang Minghe sat up with a smile. He wrapped his arms around Zhou Jinqin’s waist from behind, his slightly rough fingertips intentionally or unintentionally tracing across her delicate skin on her waist and abdomen. He whispered in her ear, his voice as soft as drifting air, “If my hands were lips, do you think there’s any difference between me now and you just now?”

Slow, sluggish, meandering...

Zhou Jinqin could clearly feel the fingers moving over her skin. The ticklish sensation was not funny, but it spread straight to her throat, making it impossible for her to suppress her delicate panting.

Her body trembled slightly, and she spoke haltingly, "There should be... there should be no... no difference."

Liang Minghe bit her earlobe: "Oh, that's perfect. Can you describe what it feels like for me?"

I want it, a very pure physiological desire...

Zhou Jinqin couldn't bring herself to say it, but her increasingly flushed expression of shame betrayed her.

Liang Minghe withdrew his hands from her groping and wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind. He buried his forehead in the back of her neck and rubbed it against her, his tone full of helplessness: "So, don't touch me randomly. I can't always control myself either."

“I know.” Zhou Jinqin lowered her eyelashes, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. “I think it’s okay if we don’t restrain ourselves, after all… we are husband and wife.”

The man behind him was clearly stunned by the unexpected answer.

After a long while, he suddenly smiled with relief and said with certainty, "You're drunk."

“I didn’t,” Zhou Jinqin replied with equal certainty.

Liang Minghe pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her face towards him. Her face was already flushed. He asked with amusement, "Then why is your face so red?"

Zhou Jinqin's eyes were moist, but her voice was a little hoarse: "It's hot."

She repeatedly emphasized, "I'm just hot."

“A drunk person will never admit that they are drunk.” Liang Minghe pinched her burning cheek.

“A person who isn’t drunk won’t admit to being drunk.” Zhou Jinqin turned to face him, but the moment she met the man’s captivating eyes, she lost some of the courage she had just mustered. She lowered her head to look at the pattern on the carpet and said in a muffled voice, “Don’t worry, I’m perfectly sober. Besides, being drunk is not an excuse for ‘crime’.”

Liang Minghe guessed, "Did your best friend encourage you to come?"

“Hmm…” Zhou Jinqin was speechless for a moment after being guessed correctly. She secretly glanced at him and whispered, “Not entirely. I’m an adult, and I should be responsible for every decision I make. Just like my marriage with you, it was something I rationally considered and cannot and should not easily regret.”

"Besides...besides, I'm actually curious about these kinds of things too."

Zhou Jinqin had been a good girl for over twenty years, but she was actually very repressed inside. After becoming independent, she tried to explore on her own, but she never had the same anticipation and longing as when she was with Liang Minghe.

She once suspected that she was frigid, but now it seems that all she needs to do to ignite a raging fire is for another piece of wood to take the initiative.

Liang Minghe lifted her face and asked with a smile, "Do you love me?"

Zhou Jinqin widened her eyes slightly, looking at him with a touch of innocence: "Can I only do this with you if I love you?"

“Yes.” Liang Minghe’s eyes were playful. “You can only do this with me if you love me.”

He twirled the ends of her damp hair and pressed on, "So? Your answer?"

It was obvious that the other person was just joking, but Zhou Jinqin still honestly told him what she really thought: "I don't know either."

From the moment she began to develop in her mother's womb, Zhou Jinqin and her mother have been together for nearly thirty years. To this day, she still can't figure out if her mother loves her, so how can she give a definite answer to such a short-lived existence?

Liang Minghe chuckled at her sincere expression, then sighed, "You wouldn't even know if you were lying to me."

Zhou Jinqin didn't know if the answer was really that important. She wouldn't set such a harsh condition for Liang Minghe, but if Liang Minghe really had no feelings for her at all, she thought she probably wouldn't be willing to continue with him.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Jinqin looked up again and earnestly told him, "I don't know if I love you, but I seem to like you more than I imagined."

"Like" is a broad, friendly, polite, and even safe word. You can say it to a friend, to a tree, to a dog, to a piece of clothing, to everything in the world. But so what? Liang Minghe doesn't mind that much.

He smiled, cupped Zhou Jinqin's face, and kissed her.

The strong smell of alcohol turned somewhat sweet. Zhou Jinqin was certain that the smell did not come entirely from Liang Minghe. She still hadn't completely cleared the alcohol from her body, and her mind was becoming hazy.

Her eyes were blurry as Liang Minghe knocked her to the ground.

The man leaned in and kissed her lips, his movements gentle and refined, but in private he was domineering and tyrannical, robbing her of the little oxygen she had left in her mouth. He was a complete hypocrite.

The whimpering was stuck in her throat, causing Zhou Jinqin's tears to fall in a stream, making her look extremely aggrieved.

Liang Ming and Weiwei straightened up slightly, using the dim ambient light of the floor lamp to examine her pitiful expression: "Do you want me to stop?"

Zhou Jinqin didn't want him to see her in such an embarrassing state. She buried her head in his strong, broad chest, covering it and shaking her head, saying, "No."

“Okay, let’s continue,” Liang Minghe said with a smile.

After saying that, he got up and carried her to a spot near the sofa, so that Zhou Jinqin could lean against it. He then knelt down at her feet and gently kissed her soft knees.

Zhou Jinqin confirmed that she did not have arthritis or other diseases such as soft tissue injury, but at this moment, it was just a very light touch, but it triggered her knee-jerk reflex.

Her foot kicked forward involuntarily, as if anticipated, and Liang Minghe precisely caught her calf.

The man patted her reassuringly, not letting go, and slightly turned his face so that it was close to her slightly warm skin.

He moved closer, his nose sinking into a small indentation, and gently sniffed; there was a strong peach scent.

Liang Minghe remembered that this was the scent of the shower gel in the bathroom. Because he liked peaches, he had repurchased it several times, so he was particularly familiar with the scent of this shower gel, but he couldn't remember when the fragrance had become so strong and intense...

The saying "good wine needs no bush" applies here as well.

A stronger fragrance wafted from the depths, and Liang Minghe was no longer satisfied with just lingering nearby. He pushed up Zhou Jinqin's wide trouser legs, easily clearing away the light obstacle in his path.

Kissing all the way, lingering all the way.

It was a very humid day. I don't know if it was the impending rain, Liang Minghe, or Zhou Jinqin herself.

The hot, humid breath was so close that Zhou Jinqin froze, only vaguely remembering the important items afterward.

"Really?" she asked, trembling.

Liang Minghe lifted his head, which had been buried deep in his chest, and looked at her blankly: "What?"

“Condom…” Zhou Jinqin suddenly felt that these words were a bit awkward to pronounce, and she couldn’t say them clearly.

Liang Minghe froze on the spot, and after thinking carefully for a moment, he got up and rummaged through the drawer under the TV cabinet.

After groping around in the dark for a while, Liang Minghe found a square object. He quickly took it out and held it up to the light to examine it, but soon his face turned cold, and he threw the object into the trash can.

Zhou Jinqin asked, "No? Then what about today...?"

She didn't say what she was going to say next, but Liang Minghe knew she was backing down. Her new career was just starting out, so she shouldn't be revolving around her child.

That's alright. We don't know what he'll think about the future yet, but at least for now, Liang Minghe has no plans to raise any children.

Liang Minghe sighed softly and decisively called a halt: "Okay, that's it."

Zhou Jinqin naturally had no objections; she lacked experience, and even the slightest progress was enough to cause her a lot of trouble.

But... is Liang Minghe alright?

In the dim light, Zhou Jinqin glanced at him discreetly before quickly averting her gaze.

Hmm... this doesn't look good.

Zhou Jinqin hesitated for a long time before deciding to lend a helping hand, after all, she was the biggest catalyst for this raging fire.

Her ears turned bright red: "How about I..."

Liang Minghe adjusted his slightly disordered breathing and looked at her with a half-smile: "Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Zhou Jinqin's head was almost buried in the ground. "I've checked a little bit, it should be fine."

Previously, under the guise of learning knowledge, Xiang Ziqing had briefly studied some plots with her, and there were such applicable plot points in them.

She called to him, "Come here."

Looking into her somewhat timid yet determined eyes, Liang Minghe eventually walked over to her and let her do as she pleased.

Practice and theory are completely different things. Zhou Jinqin's hand was hanging in the air, and she suddenly felt a little lost.

She asked Liang Minghe timidly, "What should I do?"

Liang Minghe almost laughed out of anger: "Didn't you say you could do it?"

Zhou Jinqin blushed and admitted, "I think I overestimated myself..."

She pleaded awkwardly, "Could you teach me...?"

Liang Minghe calmed his breathing again, and the "hmm" sound was almost squeezed out of his throat, which sounded incredibly sexy to Zhou Jinqin.

Liang Minghe grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the hottest part of the earth's core.

When he was almost a centimeter away, he looked at the thin, fair hand and suddenly gave up: "Never mind."

"Huh?" Zhou Jinqin looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong?"

Liang Minghe said, "Let's try a different approach."

"What?"

"Call me."

"A name?" Zhou Jinqin didn't understand the significance of doing so, but she still did as she was told, "Liang Minghe."

She glanced at the area, but there was no sign of it shrinking.

She was somewhat distressed: "It seems to be useless."

Liang Minghe rested his head on her shoulder and sighed deeply: "Of course it's no use. Everyone calls me that, an idiot."

Xiaoliang, Xiaoming, Xiaohe, Minghe...

These are all too ordinary.

While I was deep in thought, Kanna's words suddenly popped into my head.

Zhou Jinqin fluttered her eyelashes, and she cautiously leaned close to Liang Minghe's ear, tentatively calling out, "Brother..."

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Author's Note: It's not just liking, it's liking even more, that's love! Xiao Ming is all smug again [doge emoji]

Not wanting to get Xiaoqin dirty, Xiaoming decided to give up on this opportunity to help her. [ear emoji]